Good Morning, Mr. President!

He stared at her deeply, and suddenly smiled, smiling with relief and relief. Thin lips, lightly opened, and sighed: "... oh, miss me?"

The nose is sore.

This man is overkill. When she appeared that way and suddenly disappeared, she tried to remove him completely from the bottom of her heart, but he appeared without warning.

He bit his lower lip, looked at him strangely, and said nothing. Tang Yan grasped the big palm of her wrist and tightened suddenly. With a little force, her slender body was dragged over and leaned against her chest. He whispered in her ear: "Baby, I miss you every day ..."

My heart trembled uneasily.

His voice was gorgeous and sexy, like a chaotic spring breeze, blowing waves of ripples from her heart. She closed her eyes, remembered the past, remembered the sound that used to be so nice, and spoke softly in her ear.

Only later ...

Later, after he disappeared, he forced himself to forget completely. At the same time, this voice was completely removed from my mind ...

"Well, open your eyes and look at me." Tang Yan whispered, her lips covering her delicate earlobe.

She panted and opened her eyes slightly. The charming face of the man drove her almost instantly. With his fingers on his face, Capriciously captivated. During this time, he was struggling and repressed. He didn't dare to have the feeling of release. At the moment when the truth was revealed, he could no longer converge, and he was entangled with his past feelings. , All sprayed out, crashing into her heart.

She suddenly turned her face and kissed his lips again.

The kiss was eager, enthusiastic, and with a kind of wanton that could no longer be suppressed.

Tang Yan snorted, rolled over and pressed her under her body, and the big palm couldn't wait to tear off her pajamas. The cold feeling swept through him, and the soft body instinctively approached him.

"Tang Yan ..." The fire was terrible, and she couldn't help but call the man's name, and her fingers almost pressed into his strong arm. Soft body, bowed instinctively, close to him.

"Baby, call me like before ..." Tang Yan coaxed her lightly.

She was disorientated and lost her eyes. When she heard him, her red lips lightened: "Tang Tang ..."

That sound made Tang Yan intolerable again. The body trembled, her big palm held her hips, her body sank, and she took possession of her strongly and decisively.

"Well, call again ..."

"Tang Tang ..." Her eyes were already wet, but her eyes were still gazing at the man who was so overwhelmed by the fascination. She never thought that one day, she could look at him in front of him, and call him ‘Tang Tang’.

Her voice was soft, with the trembling of desire, like the pear blossom falling in the wind. Tang Yan only felt that his body was crisp, and the more instinctively the more instinctively he took her.

"Well, do you know that I wanted you like this eight years ago ..."

I do not know if it is because of shyness, or desire to taint, and cheeks crimson. Looking at him with a bit of shame and incomprehensible, "I was ... 16 years old at the time ... you think of it, it was sin ..."

Tang Yan laughed so fast that he clasped her hand and kissed her finger eagerly. She stared at her seductively, "So, I won't ask you until now ... I have endured it for eight years, so ... do you want to give me all of these eight years at once?"

I took a little blush even more and pulled my hand back. Thinking of the first time he had been asked so many times, her whole body was weak, and she still felt lingering. He twisted, trying to avoid it, but was dragged back by him directly, possessing her deeply again.

"Well, hide now, but it's too late ..."

She panted, propped her hands on the bed, and half-rised up to see him, "You ... haven't really waited for me for eight years ..."

"Why not?" There was a layer of desire in his eyes, which made people just feel scared.

"You ... and gentle heart ..." She could not hide the sourness in her tone. When she said that, she paused and looked at Tang Ye in a grievance. "You and her ... are just like us ..." So crazy? "

"Baby, are you jealous?"

"... No. Just curious."

Tang Yan covered her small mouth with a hard mouth, "I was thinking about you every day, why did I touch other women? It was you ..."

Speaking of which, Tang Yan's eyes shot a danger. Then, like a punishment, he rammed again, "Well, you dare to marry anyone ..."

"That ... it's not a marriage, we just reached an agreement ..." I explained with a bit of reason. Plus complaining, "And ... even if you are really married ... that can only blame you ..."

"Blame me?"

He complained and looked at him, "Why not tell me earlier? You can talk to me who you are tomorrow morning ..."

Tang Yan looked at her from top to bottom, earnestly and solemnly, "If I had told you earlier, would you still sleep in my bed now? Wouldn't you just hate me now, as well as the Tang and Tang who used to hate the same Anymore? "

Tang Yan is right. If we had known that they were the same person, all the good things of the past would be broken. She can only hide as far as he can from him.

But now ...

I do n’t know when he has been in love with him ...

Nowadays, he brings together his past feelings to him ...

柒 柒 Thinking wildly, but soon, the whole person melted into his crazy possession, and the sentence was impossible.

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This time of love, it was more than an hour.

In the air, the ambiguous breath hasn't gone away. Tang Yan took him out of the bathroom and wrapped her firmly in his large bathrobe.

He lay down the cricket on the bed, crickets clasped his neck with his hands, and did not release it for a long time. His eyes were still staring at him.

"What's wrong?" Tang Yan touched her small face.

Blowing his nose and sucking, there was a layer of sourness in his eyes, "Twelve years ago ... if I never forget ..."

She didn't say any more, Tang Yan already understood.

She was still arms around him, letting go like she didn't want to. But if you don't let go, how should she explain to her uncle and father?

"Well, if I said that there was a lot of hidden feelings about 12 years ago, would you like to believe me?" Tang Yan suddenly said, looking solemn.

I looked at him a little confused.

"The gunshot wounds and bullets that pierced your father's mouth did not match our weapons at that time."

"..." I blinked and looked at him doubtfully.

"If it is true, why for so many years ... haven't you guys in Tangmen made any rebuttals to this matter?"