Good Morning, Mr. President!

He is back!

Song Zhixing has not yet figured out where he should start to talk to him about it. Is he actually not thinking about marrying himself again? Moreover, neither Grandpa nor his father agreed with him. At this point, he will be more or less stressed.

She sighed and slept into the quilt holding the ball. After a while, Tang Yu came upstairs. Although she closed her eyes, she could feel that he paused by the bed for a while before taking off his shirt and heading to the bathroom.

After taking a shower, Tang Yu lifted the quilt and frowned at the ball she was holding in his hand. "You're not obedient again!"

Song Zhixing pretended to be awake, half-squinted and looked at him, "Well, I forgot."

Tang Yu scooped the ball out of her hand and placed it directly outside the room. Carefully check the hair on the bed to make sure there is no residue left, and then look better. He looked down at her lazily, with a serious look. "The next time I find out that you are still holding it to sleep, you can go to sleep with it outside."

Song Zhixing sat up half from the bed, his hands around his neck, and the whole man almost hung on him. "I promise, there is no next time."

She also lazily sounded like a coquettish. Tang Yu felt that she had been settled by this little girl. This was the case three years ago and three years later. His heart had softened, and she let her curl around his neck like a small animal. Big palm wrapped around her thin waist, "Woke you up?"

"Um." Song Zhixing nodded, murmured. Tang Yu picked her up and kissed her white ears sideways. She groaned sensitively, and instead of evading, she greeted her warmly. Tang Yu laid her down on the bed and raised her legs around his waist. After a kiss, the two had faced each other naked and had trouble breathing. He touched the bedside table subconsciously. When he caught the small things in the Quartet, he pointed out that they were torn apart.

Song Zhixing gasped, and hurriedly held his hand, "Tang Yu, don't ... tonight ..."

"Be good, don't make trouble ... Today is your dangerous period." Tang Yu's voice was hoarse. At this moment, he had already endured a lot of hard work and his body was stiff.

Song Zhixing held his face a bit lost, "You don't want a child anymore?"

"..." Tang Yu's thin lips clenched, and he put on a condom neatly. "Yes, I don't have such an idea yet."

He is not without, he still thinks, as he did three years ago. However, three years ago, in the house in Lantau City, she almost lost her life, a nightmare that he had never forgotten in recent years.

"Tang Yu, you are 33 years old, and you are about 34! You haven't thought of it yet, you ... 唔 ......"

He snorted and slammed deep into her soft body. The feeling of being flooded makes her body happy, but her heart is always empty. She was a little emotional and refused to cooperate with him. Tang Yu coaxed patiently, and she couldn't escape her physical fall. In the end, Song Zhixing turned around and turned his back to him, unwilling to ignore him.

Little girl, in the end, is still the child who will never grow up in front of him.

Tang Yu was helpless, but full of compassion. She hugged her into her arms.

"Good-looking, why do you have a temper?" Tang Yu's big palm gently stroked her soft long hair. Fingers, brushed her tender little face, touched a touch of wetness, and slightly lifted her little face. The tears on his face shook him, his eyebrows tightened. He was a little puzzled, and a little bit self-blame, "just hurt you?"

"... Um." She choked her head and nodded.

Tang Yu's hand penetrated into the quilt, but she had not been touched yet, and she had been arrested. She looked up and looked at him with tears, with some grievances, and it seemed like unbearable sadness. This look is about to torture him crazy.

"Where's the injury?" Just now, he wasn't very gentle. She always enjoyed it, so he thought ...

"I see it." She said suddenly, sat up, but said nothing.

He was confused, "What do you see?"

"The marriage dissolution letter is in the drawer of the study. You want me to sign it."

Tang Yu understood why she suddenly cried like this, and when she was relieved, she had an indescribable joy. He nodded. "Well, I want you to sign."

She listened, tears falling down, her head shaking like a rattle, "I don't sign! I don't sign!"

Tang Yu smiled and also sat up half-heartedly, looking up at her, "But you have to sign."

Song Zhixing thought his smile was annoying. He was so sad that he could laugh. She stubbornly bit her lip, stubbornly raised her chin, "I just don't sign, you don't sign if you press me."

"Why?" He deepened his eyes and looked at her with a burning gaze, faintly looking forward to this answer.

She felt like she was too embarrassed. Moreover, it should look terrible. You have to calm down, or you will probably get out of control with him. She lifted the quilt, got out of bed, and rushed out. Tang Yu didn't dare to mess with her any more. A few steps passed before she rushed out of the door and stopped her.

She shoved him angrily and was folded in his arms, hugging her tightly in her arms.

"Okay, okay, no more trouble. Things are not what you think ..." He quickly coaxed her.

"You're divorcing me, and you don't want to have a baby with me." Song Zhixing looked up and accused him, holding his fist against his chest, "Since this is the case, why do you say that you have been waiting for me to come back openly. big liar!"

Tang Yu sighed, wrapped her hand in his own palm, and hugged it around his waist, sighing helplessly: "Would you say something good? You don't want to give me a baby, but you are always. When did you become me?" Anymore? "

"But I'm willing now!" She blurted. It seemed to be anxious and repeated, "I'm already willing, I can give you children!"

Tang Yu laughed. In fact, he was waiting for her. Whether it was because of a man's pride, or because of the shadow that had caused him in the past, he never took the initiative to mention the child. Even if she didn't mention it, maybe he could still slowly .

"You mustn't laugh. You're divorcing me now, and I don't want to have a baby with you." She was jealous to break his hand.

"Be born, you must be born, and you have to be born immediately!" Tang Yu was in a great mood, his eyes were full of dazzling glory. He picked her up and threw it back to bed. Song Zhixing raised his leg and kicked him. He buckled his ankle and straddled his shoulder. He knelt down on the bed with one leg, and kissed her lips high. When she kissed her breath, she heard him whisper in her ear: "Fool, you are now of legal age, and we should sign the card again according to the rules."