Good Morning, Mr. President!

"It turned out that we all misunderstood your second uncle!" Chen Cheng said.

In a word, the word was sloppy, and Song Zhixing was confused, "What are you talking about?"

How can I get involved with my uncle recently?

"It's Xi Nan's business."

"What a misunderstanding?" Song Zhixing didn't know why.

"Xi Nan wasn't giving a dismissal at all, but letting your second uncle go to another school."

"how do you know?"

"Xi Nan said it myself. Last night I went out to buy something at the school and I just met him. By the way, this is the note he asked me to give you." Chen Cheng pulled the small piece out of his bag Here comes the note and hand it to Song Zhixing. He smiled and smiled ambiguously. "I have shown it to you in advance, and the note asks you! I will invite you to dinner tonight."

Song Zhixing was so uncomfortable that she laughed. I opened it and looked at the note, and it was true. Xi Nan's handwriting, she knew. The problems she didn't know before were all taught by Xi Nan, and she still remembered his handwriting.

"Your uncle is true! Since Xi Nan was transferred to another school, why didn't you say it earlier? It made us worry about him for nothing, and you have been so guilty for so long!" Chen Cheng took out the book and complained.

Song Zhixing looked at the note with a little cyanosis.

So, for so long, she misunderstood her second uncle. That man is probably not as ruthless as he thought. However, from beginning to end, he never explained it once.

Song Zhixing hissed and looked down at the note again.

Chen Cheng leaned his head and leaned over, "Xingxing, handsome guys have an appointment at night, will you go?"

Song Zhixing nodded, and put away the slip of paper, "Of course go. After all, he was transferred because of my prank, and I also want to see how he is now."

Chen Cheng nodded, grinning, "Then you take me! Let's go together!"

Song Zhixing had this intention and naturally agreed. She was in a low mood, and she wanted Chen Cheng to accompany the active atmosphere.

"Xingxing, are you hurt?" Chen Cheng suddenly uttered such a sentence.

Song Zhixing was rushing to her homework. When she heard her words, she stared subconsciously. However, before she could ask the meaning of this statement, Chen Cheng's hand had been stretched out and her hair was opened.

"I'm not injured." When Song Zhixing waited to understand, he stepped back immediately, embarrassed with both hands clutching his collar.

When Chen Cheng saw her look, she immediately thought of a possibility, and the anger rushed out. "You said you were not injured! I saw it!"

"You read it wrong."

"Cut ~ Do you think I'm blind!" Chen Cheng squeezed his sleeves, "You said, is your second uncle violent to you ?!"

Domestic violence?

Song Zhi bit his lip. The other day he hit his own fart, was he a family violence?

However, what I left behind at this moment ... can't be called the word "domestic violence".

The more she was silent, the more Chen Cheng felt that it was what she thought, and the more angry she became. Regardless of how she hid, people rushed over her and pulled her hand down the neckline.

"Chen Cheng, you crushed me!" Song Zhixing screamed, his territory fell behind, and Chen Cheng cut off a button. As soon as Chen Cheng looked down, she saw the startling and ambiguous red scar on her neck, and she was shocked for a long time before she uttered a few words, "This ... Isn't this a domestic violence?"

She swallowed her mouth and looked intently. Fortunately, other students are seriously preparing for the college entrance examination, let them both make trouble, and no one turned to look at it.

"Quickly let go! I'm going to pull you off the buttons!" Song Zhixing whispered, shouting Chen Cheng with a shame and annoyance. Chen Cheng realized afterwards that he returned to God and quickly pulled his hand away.

Song Zhixing embarrassedly clasped his buttons, his hair covered, and his face was hot.

Chen Cheng sat back to his place, but he didn't speak for a while, but he kept staring at her.

Song Zhixing was horrified by her stare. Eventually, she covered the book and said, "Hurry up and say what you want to say, I will be seen through by you all."

"Okay, this is what you told me to do! Then I said it!" Chen Cheng himself couldn't help himself.

"Say it!"

"Your ..." Chen Cheng hung her fingers over her neck, was curious, and felt a little embarrassed. Looking around, the voice was low, "Is it ... a kiss mark?"

Song Zhixing knew that Chen Cheng couldn't hide it. In the end, he bowed his head: "Hmm ..."

Chen Cheng glanced, "Have you made a boyfriend ?!"

"……No."

"I didn't make a boyfriend, so you are still with others ... this and that?" Chen Cheng was right.

"I didn't talk to him ..." Song Zhixing took her hand shamefully, "We're not that far."

"Not yet that step?" Chen Chengxin agreed with her words: "Yes, yes, it's not right. You're just 18 years old, it's ... it's a little bit earlier. But who is it? Why haven't you even heard of it before? Hey, do I know? What does it look like? How old are you? Where are you? When did the two of you know?

A series of questions made Song Zhixing's head bigger. After Chen Cheng mentioned the word "second uncle", his chest was still suffocated and painful.

She looked at Chen Cheng and wanted to rush out. That kind of self-blame, guilt, embarrassment, all kinds of emotions have been pressed in the bottom of her heart for too long, and she also needs an exit to let herself out. At least, she needs someone to listen to her troubles.

"What's wrong?" Chen Cheng saw her look different and was a little worried.

"Chengcheng, I'll tell you the truth ... but don't look down on me ..."

"How could I look down on you?" Chen Cheng thought her reaction was strange. Her Song Star was timid in front of her second uncle, but she always kept her teeth in front of her and acted rashly. When was she so trembling and cautious?

Song Zhixing clenched his hands, and his fingertips almost reached into his palm. She took a deep breath and said, "It's me ... it's my second uncle."

Chen Cheng thought he had heard it wrong, and he dug his ears, and brought his ears closer. "What did you just say? I didn't hear clearly."

Having said that, Song Zhixing intends to hide it again. "You're right, these ... are all my uncle's stays."

Chen Cheng breathed in shock, staring at Song Zhixing for a long while.

After returning to God, she raised the Song Star and went out.

"Chengcheng, what are you doing?" Song Zhixing grabbed her hand.

"What else can you do? Of course, go to the police! He is obscene!" Chen Cheng gritted his teeth. "Unfortunately, I still think he looks good, is young and promising, and worships such a person! It turned out to be a face of a beast. Beast! "