Good Morning, Mr. President!

He forced her eyes to be deep and hot, as if he could melt all the barriers in her heart and penetrate her heart directly, "Really not? Stars, ask yourself well."

Song Zhixing couldn't hold back his eyes, his eyes fluttered, he didn't dare to confront him, and just hurriedly said, "Even if ... even if I don't want to, I don't want to let you down. I don't want sister Li, but I don't want the steward and uncle Chengcheng ... "

Speaking of her later, her voice became lower and lower.

Because Tang Yu, who originally thought she could not get the answer he expected, would be annoyed, but he had no anger at all, just looked at her so deeply.

What she didn't know was that, in fact, he didn't ask much, no matter if she could not bear anyone, at least ... at this moment, she was willing to stay, and without a real promise, she turned and left relentlessly ...

Did not defeat him too thoroughly ...

This is enough ...

"Since I can't bear so many people, don't mention the matter of leaving in the future." Tang Yu's fingers gently ran across her stubborn lips, with a little helplessness and a little sigh, "Have you heard? "

That's all?

Song Zhixing was still caught in an accident and could only stupidly, nodded obediently. The place where his fingers passed over was startled.

"It's getting late, obediently go to sleep." He suddenly let go of his hand and let her go. Gaze fluttered from her, and fell on the soft lips again, a little uncomfortable. Raising her hand to open the door for her, her voice was more dumb, "Go out."

Song Zhixing was holding the book, standing at the door, looking at him, inexplicably, and suddenly didn't want to leave. She didn't even want to think about what was going on.

Just turned back, threw the book to the ground, and lay down on the carpet again.

Looking at the stingy gesture, Tang Yumei's heart jumped fiercely, and his tone could not help being heavier. "What are you doing?"

Song Zhixing didn't realize anything was wrong, flipping through the book, "Of course it was homework, I haven't finished my homework."

"Go back to your room and write!" In a tense voice.

"This study is not yours alone." Song Zhixing felt that this man was uncertain, difficult to detect, and difficult to serve. She raised her head and talked to him, "I have been doing my homework like this for the past six months."

It's okay if she doesn't look up, when she looks up ...

Tang Yu was breathing harder.

The dress on her body was loose and comfortable, and the neckline was not low. She was lying on her face and raised her head again. From his perspective, the mature white was clearly visible under the pajamas.

This little thing didn't even wear anything inside!

Tang Yu looked gloomy, only felt the **** punch. She was challenging his restraint!

She stooped and lifted her from the ground, and threw it directly into the chair in front of the desk. She threw her books to the table again, and tapped with her long fingers, "Write here! What was your posture just now?" "

"I……"

"Do your homework!" Tang Yu stared at her, intercepting more of what she had to say.

Exclusive!

Song Zhixing murmured with a small face. Sure enough, that violent 丨 Uncle Jun! It only took a few minutes to reveal the original shape! However, if I want to change my mind and go to my grandfather, is there still room for regret?

Song Zhixing was thinking wildly, but he was just thinking about it. He really lay down on his desk to do his homework.

Tang Yu sat down on the chair behind the desk and turned over the documents. He suddenly discovered that two people sitting face to face like this was definitely a torment to him.

because……

When she was lying on the table distressed and writing questions, the spring light inside was still looming.

He worked hard to focus his attention on the papers, but his mind was completely absent.

This is really a very bad thing!

Outside on weekdays, how many **** women can't take off their clothes and move in front of him, but when did he look at it more?

Now, a young girl with a milky smell, he wants to see more. Even more than just watching!

This affects his work efficiency!

Tang Yu got up, took a blanket from the cabinet, and seemed to be casual, and threw it onto Song Zhixing. He didn't sit in front of the desk anymore, just kept a certain distance from her and sat down on the sofa behind her.

Song Zhixing was concentrating on his homework. His eyes were dark, and he froze, pulling down the blanket to reveal his little head. She turned her face suspiciously, "Second Uncle, what are you doing?"

Tang Yu calmly flipped through the documents, as if to say casually, "It's cold, put on."

It's cold?

What kind of weather is the weather now? Is there anything wrong with Uncle?

"If you feel cold, put it on. I'm not cold." She said, and gave him the blanket.

"Put on it!" Tang Yu looked up and said two words.

This kind of blanket is not to be blamed!

Song Zhixing did not know why Tang Yu made such a strange request. Aren't you straight?

She was unwilling to listen to him and simply grabbed the blanket and wrapped him tightly. He was wrapped like a cicada by her, and Song Zhixing only thought that he looked so funny, and the playing heart suddenly started, but he didn't notice any danger. Holding both ends of the blanket with both hands, he struck two more times, leaning down and talking to him, "Uncle, don't you feel cold now?"

The smile, clean and clear, was like the rising sun, shining through the clouds.

This little girl had always faced him with a small face or cried. It was one of the few smiles that appeared in front of him ...

On her body, there was a sweet fragrance.

Leaning down to talk to him like this, the spring light in his clothes was revealed. He could even clearly see the tempting cranberries, shuddering, cute enough to provoke picking.

Tang Yu's heart fluctuated several times, making it difficult to restrain himself. He slowly put down the file and stared up at her, "Stars, do you want to feel it yourself?"

At the bottom of the man's eyes, there was a glimmer of **** and seductive darkness.

Song Zhixing seemed to be fooled. He stared at him ignorantly, but did not understand the meaning of his words, but he beat the drums inexplicably in his heart. When she noticed danger and wanted to escape, she was hugged by the man. His knees were flat against her tight legs, and the big palm couldn't help but hold her hips. Pushing in slightly, she was separated from her legs and sat on his legs face to face.

Song Zhixing exclaimed, her voice trembling. This position is too dangerous and ambiguous. She took the hand of the blanket and tightened her subconsciously.

But Tang Yu didn't give her time to relax, grabbed her hand, and let her slip in through the neckline of his robe. Without any hindrance, she touched the man's hot muscles on her fingertips, and her eyelashes shook with shock.