Good Morning, Mr. President!

It was another long-lost 'second uncle'. Tang Yu shook his heart so hard that he took a long arm and easily held her back. In her ears, her soft voice seemed to be fluttering, pounding his eardrums, shaking his heart.

She was horrified, her hands instinctively, and hugged his neck in a panic. In this way, the whole person is almost hanging on him.

Two people face each other. The man's breath sprayed on her little face with a light fragrance. Song Zhixing was looked at by him like this, his breathing was a little unstable, and his chest was undulating. His face gradually turned red. She realized afterwards that she was holding his neck, and she was so tightly embarrassed that she was constantly embarrassed, telling herself to take back her hands immediately, but she felt reluctant.

She hasn't been held in his arms like this for a long time ...

"What are you doing?" Tang Yu finally spoke, looking at her with a search.

Song Zhixing was so embarrassed that he couldn't bear it anymore, and now he had to stand up straight and take a step back. His face blushed, and his hands slowly slid down his neck. "You will go out later. My colleague and my classmates have just returned. If they let you see you, I must be entangled. ... when it's time to say nothing. "

Tang Yu understands, nodded in approval, went out from the female employee's room at night, and was hit by a company employee. Her reputation was not good, and he did have suspicion of being "irregular".

Song Zhixing lay on the door, his ears clinging to the door panel, listening carefully to the movement outside. Tang Yu stood at the door and waited for a while, but as a result, those people outside didn't seem to want to disperse.

He stepped back, took off his suit, and set it aside, leaning tall on the sofa and squinting at her.

Three years.

She has grown up.

The last time I was in front of him, wearing that **** skirt, the uncle's figure was fully visible under his eyes. Although it was thinner, it didn't affect the feel at all. Obviously, she has developed well in these three years.

At this moment, the way she wore overalls was another capable taste, barely able to pretend to be mature, and she could fool some outsiders who didn't know her.

Tang Yu looked at her with all his spare time, and looked at it from such a distance, his heart became surprisingly peaceful. A small house is actually as good as a small one—his villa has been empty for three years, which always makes people feel bad.

Song Zhixing didn't know that Tang Yuzheng was staring at himself and fluttered with all his heart. After listening for a long time, she turned her face and looked at him. Tang Yu immediately adjusted his look, his face was full. Eyes also fell on the other side of the coffee table in front of the architectural magazine.

Song Zhixing said with some distress: "It seems that several people have been standing outside chatting all the time. They are all playing High. I'm afraid I have no intention of going back to rest."

"Well, I see." He nodded.

"What about you?"

"Wait until they go in." Tang Yu looked particularly indifferent, flipping through the magazine and looking at her, "You are busy with you, don't worry about me."

"……Ok."

Song Zhixing looked at him, but there was a bit of ecstasy in his heart. She wished that the people outside could keep talking.

She took the pajamas out of the closet and gave him a glance. "I'm going to take a bath. If you are bored, watch TV for a while and remote control on the coffee table."

"Um." Tang Yu nodded. "Go."

When Song Zhixing brought the door, he heard the sound of the TV outside. She stood leaning against the door for a while, and through the mirror, she could see the corners of her unconsciously bent lips. She never imagined that one day she would be able to get along with him so peacefully.

just……

Do you still care about the past?

Once she was so anxious, he certainly couldn't accept it frankly.

Thinking of this, Song Zhixing feels a little bit shocked. However, she was afraid to ask. It was a scar. As soon as she asked, it might have been peeled off by blood. After three years, it was probably not cured.

She put her pajamas aside in frustration. In fact, it's good for them now. If he can't let go, at least, they haven't become enemies and can still be friends. Becoming the same lover as before, illusion that he continues to spoil himself and hurt himself, both demanding and extravagant.

But now this situation is a blessing in misfortune. Although the word 'friend' feels bitter when you think about it.

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When Song Zhixing came out of the bath, Tang Yu closed his eyes and leaned on the sofa. He came to KTV as soon as he got off the plane, and now he could see that he was really tired, and fell asleep on the sofa.

In his ears was the sound of his breathing, very even. Listening to Song Zhixing, he just felt that the whole world had become exceptionally peaceful. The sorrow that had just accumulated in my heart disappeared without a trace.

She was holding a towel, wiping her wet hair, standing there, looking at him, couldn't help smiling. Turn off the TV, and put a blanket on him gently. He didn't wake up.

Song Zhixing turned on the computer and drew a picture for a while. Tonight, his work efficiency has become much faster than usual. Halfway through, there is no sound outside. She glanced at the man on the sofa, struggling to wake him up, and after sleeping for one night, she would have a backache and aching back the next day.

She lowered her mouse and got up. Walked over and patted him gently on the shoulder. He didn't wake up and frowned.

"Tang Yu, it's time to wake up." Song Zhixing lay to his ear and whispered to him, not even knowing how gentle his voice was at the moment, "They all entered the room."

Tang Yu didn't move for a moment.

Song Zhixing looked at him so closely, all kinds of emotions in his heart were surging, watching and watching could not help but naughty again. He grabbed a strand of his hair and naughtyly brushed his face with his tail. There was a reaction now, and the warm big palm snapped her wrist. The next moment, he was embraced by his other hand. Song Zhixing was caught on his chest, her ears were against his chest, and he could hear his ‘bang-bang’ heartbeat. She was holding her breath, without struggling, just let him hold it.

She felt like she could sleep all night, even if she didn't care about backache tomorrow. Think of it this way, Song Zhixing really didn't call him anymore, and just fell asleep in his arms. For a moment, with both hands carefully, he tentatively wrapped around his neck. He didn't wake up, so she rested on his shoulders comfortably, closed her eyes and fell asleep with affection.

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This night, Song Zhixing slept very sweetly. She felt that she had a dream, dreaming that Tang Yu was holding her in bed, as before, quilting her, and drying her wet hair. This dream is a bit beautiful and sweet, she doesn't want to wake up at all, so she has been enjoying it.