Good Morning, Mr. President!

He thought he was strange and indifferent. In fact, he didn't really care about her, as he saw on the surface.

Song Zhixing thought so, and his moody mood suddenly improved a lot. She did not struggle anymore, took out her ID card and handed it to the front desk. The front desk quickly checked her in.

"Thank you." She took the room card with a smile.

Tang Yu has now reached the elevator and Song Zhixing followed. The two of them stood in front of the elevator. He didn't seem to want to talk to her anymore. He just put his hands in his pockets and looked up at the numbers jumping above his head.

Song Zhixing Song Zhixing held his schoolbag and stood behind him silently, almost greedily looking at his back.

I haven't seen him for three years, and no traces of his life have been left on him. Still as young and handsome as ever. Being so close, he could faintly smell the wine and smell of tobacco. He is starting to smoke now. And I'm afraid it's not a lot.

While thinking about it, the elevator ding-the door opened. Tang Yu took the lead, and Song Zhixing followed him. He scratched the numbers on the top floor. Song Zhixing reached out to press the 18th floor where his room was located. When Tang Zhixing reached out, Tang Yu's long fingers also fell on the '18'.

Two people, the fingers just touched like that.

His fingertips were hot and touching her hand made her feel as if she had been electrocuted. Her heart trembled and her fingers were stiff. He knew it was ridiculous, but he was reluctant to leave the temperature. There was even a strong desire to hold his hand tightly and hold it firmly in his palm.

However, at the moment when such thoughts emerged, Tang Yu had coldly pulled back his hand.

No nostalgia at all.

He looked so quiet and indifferent compared to the downfall of her heart.

Song Zhixing gave him a lost look, and lost his hand back. She took a step behind him and sighed softly, "Thank you."

"No." He returned very crisply, a little cold.

"I'm not the only one to thank." Song Zhixing held his smile as hard as he could, holding the card in front of him and shaking it in a relaxed way. "There is also this. I can actually go to school. Don't listen to the school sister. It's not safe. I've lived there for three years. They have nothing to say, and they like to make alarmists. And ... "

"I don't want to be foolish," he said suddenly, seemingly impatient to listen to her remarks. Song Zhixing froze, his crisp voice came to an abrupt end, and he could only stare at him stupidly. He repeated, "I don't want to care about you. I shouldn't care about you tonight."

"Then ... do you care about me?" She bit her lip, her voice as light as a mosquito.

"Thank you auntie. I promised her that I would take good care of you. You usually do well, I ca n’t manage it, and I do n’t want to manage it. Since it ’s so clever today that I met, I have to fulfill my promise.

I ca n’t manage it, I do n’t want to ...

Had to fulfill the promise ...

She could hear the reluctance in his tone.

Pantothenic acid in the chest made me feel sad. Holding the card's hand and tightening it, the thin card was almost embedded in her palm.

She felt a bit of an idiot and thought that he still cared about herself. But in fact, her affairs, for him, have become a gossip that you don't want to care about.

That's it.

"Since that's the case, then I'm not polite to stay." Her heart was sour and astringent, and she was uncomfortable, but she always had a bright smile on her face. It seemed like he didn't care what he had just said, tightened the bag in his arms, and looked at him with a smile, "No matter what, I still want to thank you. In case I go back tonight, it may be really someone You might be raped, right? "

The word "Strong 丨 Rape" made Tang Yumei's heart beat, and he clasped his hands in his pockets and gave her a deep look, "You are here!"

Song Zhixing noticed that the 18th floor had arrived, and the elevator door opened. She didn't stay much, and went out with her schoolbag. Then he turned around and waved at him with a smile, "Goodbye."

Tang Yu's dazzling smile on that little messy makeup face.

Before the elevator door was completely closed, she turned and left. What left him was a back view.

Until the elevator went up again, Song Zhixing's steps slowly slowed down, and then stopped. She took a deep breath and turned around weakly, looking at the closed elevator door, only feeling heavy in her chest. Something rose up in my heart, and then fell back heavily.

It's a dull pain.

Goodbye……

Can we see you later?

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Tang Yu entered the room on the top floor. The large room was empty, without lights. He poured himself a glass of wine, and the confused night made his heart more bleak.

After a while, Du Hui came over to send the documents.

"Just put it there." He was intrigued without much interest.

Du Hui put the document down, looked at him, coughed, and said, "I just ... seemed to see the little lady on the first floor of the hotel."

"You're dazzled." Tang Yu didn't even look at him.

"..." Du Huiyan. Is it really dazzling? However, it really looks like it!

But looking at the second man's indifferent look, Du Hui said nothing, but just dropped the file and went out.

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Song Zhixing didn't eat anything at night and felt a little hungry at the moment. The price of things in the hotel was too high, and she couldn't afford it, so she went to the shop outside the hotel and bought two breads.

Standing at the entrance of the elevator and waiting for the elevator, when she heard ding-just about to go in, a familiar voice made her stop.

"Little lady."

She looked up, Du Hui was coming out of the elevator. "It really is you."

Song Zhixing smiled comfortably. "Don't you think you didn't know me before? I thought you ignored me."

"I'm here, I have to do something."

When referring to that person, Song Zhixing's eyes were dim and he didn't answer. Du Hui sees through her emotions and shifts the topic: "How are you here?"

"I live here tonight."

Du Hui thought for a moment and asked uncertainly, "What does it mean, Erye?"

Song Zhixing held the bread in his arms and ‘um’, nodded. Du Hui laughed. "I said I could not be dazzled. No wonder Er Ye asked us to go first and drive by ourselves. So it was."

"Huh? What?" Song Zhixing didn't understand what he mumbled.

"It's nothing. Er Ye asked you to live here. It must be worrying that it is not safe for you to go back to school by yourself."

This is not the case.

Song Zhixing twitched his lips, covering his bitter heart, and did not answer Du Hui's words. Just asked: "How has he been in these years?"