Good Morning, Mr. President!

Tang Yu spoke only occasionally and made arrangements. Halfway through the meeting, the computer briefly “clicked”, an email reminded to jump to the desktop, blocking the video.

Is Xingxing's mailbox logged on the desktop.

Tang Yuben wanted to turn it off, but the content of the e-mail showed more than half. At a glance, he saw the large characters of "X Big Admission Notice".

Move the mouse over the email page and point it out, but in the end, the long finger moved away without clicking. He sat in the study, meditated for a long time, and walked away.

He didn't even notice that the reporting executive stopped and waited for instructions. Until Du Hui called a few times over there, "Second Ye? Er Ye!"

Tang Yu then suddenly returned to God, compared with just now, a little more cold. Du Hui looked confused, and he was puzzled.

"General Manager Yu has finished reporting, you see ..."

"I see. Today's meeting will end here." Tang Yu's voice was slightly low, "I will come back as soon as possible tomorrow."

"Okay." Several people followed the response, waiting for Tang Yu to take the lead in disconnecting. It took him a long time to close the computer, leaning back on the sofa tiredly, his eyes staring at the ceiling were heavy and complicated.

The little girl has grown up, and she is no longer the one who let him arrange and live in his world.

She began to want her own space and life.

It's like holding the dust in the palm of his hand. The tighter he grips, the more he wants to stay, maybe, eventually ...

Let her go!

Let her go ...

The thought flashed through his heart, but just thinking about it, his chest became stuffy. Letting go is such an difficult task, but why is the decision to 'leave' in her world so easy?

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Song Zhixing is changing his clothes, thinking that he will finally go out and go around, even if he will definitely be restricted by Tang Yu, he is still very happy.

She put a cotton coat on herself, dressing herself like a bitch, and looking in the mirror. When the neckline was being straightened, the tall figure of the man did not know when he suddenly appeared at the door through the mirror.

He wore a white shirt, black trousers, hands in his pockets, and leaned against the door frame. Her eyes fell on her, deep and complex, as if mixed with emotions.

The look was so affectionate that it almost melted people.

Song Zhixing felt that this man was a poison. He just stood there, saying nothing, just a look, enough to make any woman easily fall for it.

"Are you finished?" She looked back from his eyes.

"Um." He nodded. His eyes still fell on her.

"Why look at me like that?" She lowered her head and looked at herself up and down. "Is it weird to wear it like this?"

Tang Yu stepped in and approached her step by step. Song Zhixing could feel the heavy shadows covering it, with an extremely powerful aura, the closer he got, the more breathless he was. She instinctively wanted to step back, but before she had time to act, it seemed that Tang Yu had seen her through, and her big palm had wrapped her waist and held her to her chest.

She just thought he was strange. What happened?

The pink lips opened slightly and wanted to ask. However, Tang Yu's kiss was suddenly covered without explanation, and there was no room to ease her. The hot and humid tongue penetrated directly between her lips and teeth, wrapping her tongue with fragrance. It was as if she was going to swallow her whole body, and sucked so hard that she couldn't even breathe, her fingers pinching his shirt, panting and trying to get a little air. But Tang Yu obviously had no plans to let her go. Instead, she eagerly tore on the cotton coat she had just put on.

Lips, removed from her lips, fell to her neck. Sucking, biting, leaving a series of ambiguous red marks.

Song Zhixing's breathing was unstable, "Tang Yu ... you bit me ..."

"Xingxing, I hurt more than you ... ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times!"

Song Zhixing couldn't understand what he was saying, but he could hear the husky and dull tone in his tone, as well as deeper, stronger and more shocking emotions. However, she couldn't help thinking about it, Tang Yu directly pulled off all the clothes on her, picked her up, and threw it onto the bed.

Tang Yu held her raised hands in one hand and unbuttoned her shirt with one hand. As if under a heavy depression, his unbuttoned hands were so strong that they seemed to be dragged. Several buttons of the shirt were dropped. Gaze was tightly focused on her, as if she were going to be eaten into her belly.

Song Zhixing looked back at him, she felt that she was about to drown in the eyes of Tang Yu, her heart was shaking, her lips were red and swollen. She asked softly, "What happened?"

"Just want you! I miss!" He took off his clothes and the two bodies fit snugly.

He didn't have the patience and tenderness of the past, and bumped into her body stiffly. Song Zhixing was so tightly stretched that he was compulsorily demanded, and his brows were stricken with pain. He accused him, "Tang Yu, you are so rough!"

"Does it hurt?" He asked dumbly.

"... It hurts." Song Zhixing had a mist in his eyes. "It hurts terribly."

"I hurt too ..." he muttered. The big palm raised her face, and after a moment of staring, she kissed deeply, and her body began to pulse strongly. Every time, it seemed to shake her soul.

From the initial pain to the gradual adaptation of Song Zhixing, his body danced with him, and he quickly responded.

He continued to be brave for a long time, forcing her to become weak again and again. She could not bear to bite Tang Yu's shoulder, crying and begging, "Tang Yu, please slow down ... I can't stand ..."

Tang Yu held up her small face.

I saw her little face pink as tender as March. At this moment, mixed with deep passions, glaring like silk. The thought of this little thing from the beginning to the end of thinking of leaving himself, Tang Yu's breathing worsened, a heartfelt revenge emerged from the bottom of his heart, but he begged her even harder.

"Ah ..." Song Zhixing finally couldn't bear it, and groaned.

He picked her up, pressed it in front of the dressing mirror, and asked her again. In the mirror, showing this passion intact, Song Zhixing can even clearly see that his body was flushed by him with a flush, and she didn't look away in shame and didn't dare to look at it.

"Tang Yu, don't be here ..."

Her voice was soft and almost beg for mercy.

"Xingxing, look at me well, look at this man who wants you!" Tang Yu resolutely turned her face back. He desperately wanted her to remember her forever, and the moment when they mingled with each other.

Song Zhixing was about to die in anger.

His fingers were burning on her face, and she felt hot enough that she was almost burning.

"I'm watching, I've been watching ... but you are bullying like this ... uh ~~" The last note of Song Zhixing was stirred up by his demands.