Good Morning, Mr. President!

Eight Hundred and Ninety-Seven Moved (I)

Qiqi's eyes met his, and her red lips opened. Tang Jue thought that she would definitely say some cruel words to reject him, so he pulled her over with his big palm, trying to block her lips first.

However, before her thin lips came close to her, she heard her whisper: "Tang Jue, are you really a bad person?"

Her eyes were fixed on him, with confusion and exploration in her pure eyes.

There is still a glimmer of hope...

Tang Jue was shocked.

The movement of kissing her paused.

He also stared at her deeply and asked softly: "You don't want me to be a bad person?"

"Yes, I hope that my father's death has nothing to do with you..." At this point, a thin layer of mist appeared in Qiqi's eyes, and various emotions were tangled, making her feel a little painful in her heart, " I hope that there is a secret that I don’t know about. I even hope that this is just another misunderstanding of you... Tang Jue, I hope you are a good person."

A complex dark light flashed across Tang Jue's eyes. He didn't answer her, but suddenly asked: "Qiqi, tell me the truth, are you... the slightest bit attracted to me?"

Qiqi bit her lip, not daring to say anything.

Tang Jue continued to coax patiently, "If you put aside the past, you were actually thinking about me these days when I was gone, right?"

Some answers are already ready to come out. In the past, Qiqi could have lied to herself, but now... in just a few days, the entanglement of longing made her no longer able to lie to herself, nor could she lie so confidently in front of him. .

No one can resist someone like Tang Jue. If it hadn't happened in the past, she might have fallen already, and she wouldn't have to wait until now.

"Answer me first -" Qiqi tried, not daring to tell the truth first, "Why do you want me to study, why do you help my aunt again and again, and why do you ask me to help you live with you? Tang Jue, you Is it because I feel guilty and uneasy about my father, or because he just wants to play with me, or..."

When Qiqi said this, she stopped and did not continue. I'm afraid that in the end it's just my own fault, which will bring shame on myself.

Tang Jue took her soft hand and pressed it hard on his chest. Qiqi could feel the strength of his muscles in her hands, and... every beat of his heart was so real and powerful.

He gave up his previous carelessness and laziness,

His expression was more solemn than ever, "Qiqi, how I treat you is never something I say with my mouth. I use your heart to feel my heart."

Qiqi seemed to touch the sincerity of his heart, and it was so hot. The warmth spread along the palm of her hand to the tip of her heart. She looked at him steadily, feeling some turbulent fluctuations in her heart.

I only heard him continue to speak: "Except for you, in all these years, I have never been interested in any woman. And you, as long as you want, be it those lenses, the retro camera you want to see, or your aunt I can take it all and hold it in front of you, and I want your heart!"

He added a little more force to the last few words. His eyes were even more determined.

After finishing his sentence, he added another sentence: "It's absolutely necessary!"

Qi Qi's inner lake, which was not calm at all, suddenly surged and was full of ripples because of such confession.

She wanted to remind herself of the deep hatred between her and Tang Jue, but at this moment, his passion was all washed away, and all her persistence was defeated.

Her eyes were a little sour and her heart was full of bitterness, "But how can we be together? Tang Jue, can we really be together?"

She seemed to be asking him two questions in succession, but she was clearly asking herself. So uncertain, "My father will never forgive me, and my uncle will never forgive me...even myself..."

She bit her lip.

You will despise yourself.

Falling in love with one's enemy is a shameful thing!

There was a layer of moisture in her eyes, and tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.

Seeing her in such trouble and pain, Tang Jue felt a pain in his chest. He tucked her into the quilt again, raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and kissed her on the forehead. There was a bit of pity in his eyes, "Qiqi , what did your uncle tell you about 12 years ago?

That kind of pity is never given to anyone easily. It spread softly from his eyes and his tone, making people wish they could not wake up from it.

Qiqi tightened her hands on the bedsheets under her body, glanced at Tang Jue, her eyelashes trembled, and her eyes slowly closed.

"My uncle told me that it was your men who shot and killed my father, and...it was you who gave the order..." Her voice was already a little unsteady. Especially when she said the last few words, she closed her eyes tighter in pain.

However, Tang Jue was still asking: "Where is the process?"

She bit her lip.

After taking a deep breath, he finally spoke again: "My father and my uncle enforce the law together, because my father's uprightness has angered you..."

At this point, Qiqi couldn't talk any more. Even though her eyes were tightly closed, the corners of her eyes were still stained with wet tears.

Tang Jue held her tearful little face with his long fingers, "Qiqi, open your eyes and look at me."

Qiqi didn't move.

Tang Jue added: "Open your eyes."

After a while, she finally opened her eyes. The two people's eyes met. Tang Jue looked at her for a long time. His eyes were so deep and complicated, as if he was thinking about something. After a long time, as if he had made up his mind, he said cautiously: "Qiqi, in fact, your uncle..."

"Miss Qi!" At this moment, a voice from outside suddenly interrupted the two people's conversation. Tang Jue frowned, looked at Qi Qi, and then said, "What's the matter?"

The voice was cold to the bone.

If he didn't know that the housekeeper was sensible and would not disturb them when he shouldn't be, he would definitely not even pay attention to him.

The housekeeper was sweating outside, but he had to say, "That... a Mr. Mo called Miss Qi. He said that no one answered Miss Qi's mobile phone, so he called the landline at home."

Qi Qi had called Mo Xun on the landline before, so Mo Xun wrote down the number.

Tang Jue knew who it was when he heard "Mr. Mo", and his handsome face became even uglier, "Is it because there are too few troubles in his Mo Group and he is too bored?"

He actually dared to look for his woman in the middle of the night, and he dared to call the landline of the Tang Sect. It was too much of a disregard for him, the young master of the Tang Sect.

"It seems that we shouldn't let Tang Yu forgive him too early." Tang Jue looked at Qiqi, "Don't you think so?"

"Mo Xun must have something urgent to ask me." Qiqi's tears had stopped at this moment. She leaned forward slightly, responded, and asked the housekeeper, "Did he say what it was?"

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