Good Morning, Mr. President!

He took out the key and was ready to enter. However, when he bowed his head, a shadow suddenly appeared in his eyes.

In the dim light, the slender figure was shrinking into a ball, leaning against the corner. I don't know how long it has been, lying face to knee, looking like falling asleep. Otherwise, it would be impossible for her to go home without waking her.

Tang Yu held the key and stood looking down at her. In my heart, there were some ups and downs for a while, making it difficult to rest. He stood for a while, but she did not respond.

She didn't wake her up, just opened the door of the villa first, then bent down, clasped her arms and helped her to stand up. The effect of drowsiness and alcohol was moved, and she was awake and half awake, standing upright, her body soft, and leaning on Tang Yu's shoulder. Full of warmth, Tang Yu froze, his tall figure froze. Dreamlike, everything is unreal. However, she was real in her arms. Soft, fragrant.

Just, with the smell of alcohol.

"Did you drink again?" He asked her in a deep voice, frowning. Clasping her arms, she relaxed a little. In the palm of her hand, her skin was tender and soft, like silk satin. It's just thin. It's thinner than before when he was by his side.

In recent years, he has been upset. What about her?

She wants to live alone, without his interference, without his control, and without his entanglement, is she happy?

"... Um." She nodded vaguely at his question.

"How much did you drink?"

"a little bit."

Tang Yu wondered whether she was awake or confused at this moment. Not to know what she came here for so late. With a moment of groan, she clasped her arms and pulled her away from her arms for a moment. However, she took a step faster and suddenly opened her arms around his waist. The soft body was close to him.

Tang Yu was breathing harder and stiffer.

"Star of Song!" He called her dumbly.

"I saw it." Song Zhixing braved himself with alcohol, and clasped him firmly with both hands, but refused to release it. Her face was buried in front of his chest, and her voice was raised. "I have seen it. I see that you are dating a **** woman."

"……I know."

Song Zhixing slowly raised his face, his blurred eyes looked at Tang Yu, "Do you like her?"

Tang Yu didn't say anything, but looked at her momentarily by the dim light.

That day, at the door of the clubhouse, with so many people watching, he hardly ever looked at her well. Later, in his office, his sight was seldom shifted on her. And at the moment ...

It was when they were closest to each other after their reunion.

There was a little soreness on her intoxicated little face. She stared at him with big eyes and did not hear his answer. She asked in a crying voice: "Tang Yu, do you like her?"

She was anxious to know the answer, pulling her sleeves with both hands and pulling, like a child who wanted sugar.

Tang Yu's mind shook. He hates himself like this at the moment. In this relationship, he has always been passive and underdog. He could not keep her away; he couldn't resist when she returned.

This feeling is really too bad!

He didn't want to return to the unequal state of affection of the past.

Frowning, staring at her intently, tilting her thin lips, she said, "What if I really like her?"

Song Zhixing's eyes were astringent, "Just because she's sexy?"

"I'm not that superficial."

"Then what do you like about her?" She looked at him sadly and sadly.

Tang Yu was silent for a moment before she said: "She is suitable for marriage."

Song Zhixing held his breath, only feeling a little dizzy. She was obviously drunk, but she heard Tang Yu's voice ring clearly in her ears, "Not like a wayward girl. She is mature and sensible, and I don't need to spend my time to coax her, please her, and get along I find it easy. Are these reasons enough? "

She feels pain.

Because of these reasons, she was ashamed of slap fans on her face. Suddenly she lost all the energy to entangle him.

Her hand slipped from the shirt on his arm. She glanced at him with misty eyes, then turned away in despair.

Tang Yu's thin lips were tight, and his eyes stared at the back with some hatred. She's still the same! Come whenever you want, leave if you want!

However, she only took two steps and suddenly turned around again. Her eyes were uncomfortable and she glared at him with accusations. "But we haven't divorced yet. Why do you marry someone?"

He was patient, "I have already discussed the issue, and I do not want to discuss it with you a second time."

Tang Yu watched her drunk, "I let the driver take you back to the hotel."

Song Zhixing had a pain in his chest. At that instant, he had no time to think about it. Instinctively, he suddenly moved forward without waiting for Tang Yu to return. She lifted her toes, held his face, and pressed his tall body down. .

Next moment ...

I just felt the heat on his lips, and his lips were covered by her mouth.

The soft lips, with her sweet and alcoholic flavor, came close. Tang Yu's eyes tightened, staring at her fiercely.

She seemed to be rushing out, this kiss, desperate and warm. Her lips rolled on his lips, a little rampant. It seemed she was getting more impatient because she didn't wait for his response. He kissed even harder.

Tang Yu's breathing became heavier and he pulled her away just by the last trace of reason.

"Song Zhixing, don't come to me and go crazy in front of me!"

He was very skeptical that the woman didn't know what she was doing! She is drunk now to do such a bold thing. When she wakes up tomorrow, maybe she will regret it.

Song Zhixing was pushed away by him, his eyes flushed red. However, she just yanked his shirt and refused to let go. She looked up at Tang Yu stupidly. "Uncle, kiss me."

Tang Yu's facial lines were tight. This woman must not know how easy her looks are to make men crazy. And what exactly is she wearing tonight? !!

With his **** more than half exposed, he looked up aggrievedly and eagerly kissed, driving him crazy every minute. "You're drunk!" He felt his restraint was about to surrender.

"Second Uncle ..." Song Zhixing called to him again, his eyes were moist, and the aggrieved look was like a child who couldn't get sugar.

Tang Yu only felt that the last tense nerve broke completely under her longing eyes. He took a long arm, and chopped Song Zhixing past. The strength was not small, and she almost bumped against his chest. She hummed, held his chin with his long fingers, and lifted her small face. "Song of Song, you provoke me. You wake up tomorrow and don't regret it at the end!"