Good Morning, Mr. President!

Jian Qing drove to the door of the office building.

However, instead of getting on the bus, Tang Yan turned to the pharmacy next to the office building.

In the pharmacy, the little girl selling medicines met him with astonishment. He made people pick the best medicine for him, came out, and silently threw the medicine to Jian Qing.

Jian Qing naturally knew his intention, and only asked: "I'm going to send it?"

"Otherwise?" Tang Yan gave him only three words and sat idly into the car.

Jian Qing took the medicine and turned back to the office. However, before taking two steps, the phone rang. Yes, the people over there have only the simplest two words: "come back."

Jian Qing was very interesting and went back again. Passing the medicine back to Tang Yan who just got off the bus, he looked at his watch again and reminded: "Lord, just half an hour, we have to take the time to the airport."

However, Tang Yan ignored him, caught the medicine, and went upstairs again.

柒 柒 Endured the pain, still taking pictures. She also noticed that her ankle was swollen just now, and I'm afraid I'll have to put it back on ice.

But now we still have to concentrate on our work.

At the moment he was walking, the door of the office was knocked. The interview was interrupted and the secretary pushed in. "Wang Dong, Mr. Tang said it was a very important thing, so ..."

Naturally, Wang Dong did not dare to neglect Tang Yan. When he heard it, he almost immediately got up with a smile. I never expected that he would fold back again. The little face behind the camera was full of surprises.

"Is there anything else for the young master?"

"Your interview continues. However, I don't know if Wang Dong would mind if I borrowed your lounge."

"Of course you don't mind. You want to use it, though."

then……

In the eyes of everyone's surprise, Tang Yan went all the way. Then she hugged her directly. As the party's puppet, I also froze for a moment. After returning to my mind, I was helpless and helpless. "Tang Pang, let me down."

Tang Yan ignored her, but just opened the lounge door and hugged her in.

Then the door closed again.

Blocked the sight of searching outside.

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Ruan Mengmen blinked and blinked. Haven't completely returned to God.

Can anyone tell her what is going on now?

"Miss Nguyen, who is your friend? How do I think ... she looks unusually young?"

right!

Not her illusion!

Ruan Mengmeng said, "Maybe ... maybe they are friends."

"As simple as a friend?"

Yes! If it were just ordinary friends, how could they hug in public? But, if it's not an ordinary friend, then ... she's a married woman!

Ruan Mengmeng has no intention of interviewing Wang Dong. Now, she wants to interview someone inside.

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"Mr. Tang."

Tang Yan ignored her.

柒 柒 The voice was a little louder, but the tone was still soft, and there was no strength. "Tang, what are you trying to do?"

Tang Yan put her on the sofa without saying a word, and dropped the heels on her feet. There, it was already very red and swollen.

She drew a sigh of relief in pain.

Next moment ...

Suddenly, his warm palm clasped her flamboyant soles, and dragged her to the knees.

His palm is hot ...

It seems to be burning.

Moreover, such intimacy ...

I glanced at the man in front of him—the grand master of Tangmen, who put down his pride, lowered himself, and squatted in front of her.

She didn't dare to think about why her heartbeat accelerated, she just felt that the soles of his feet were held in his hands, embarrassed and embarrassed.

"Don't do this ..." She refused, taking her feet back subconsciously.

"It's all done like this, can't you just keep quiet?" Tang Yan clenched her tightly, and didn't give her space to shrink back at all. He lowered his pretty eyes slightly, and looked at her lightly. There was a little dark in his eyes, which she couldn't understand.

"No serious injuries ..."

"It's swollen like this, isn't it heavy? It's important to break it?" Tang Yan had a little dignity in his tone, and his fingers rolled up her jeans pants.

His fingers were fair and beautiful, and the movement of rolling up his pants was so elegant.

I just feel that my heart beats a lot.

She was a little afraid of this feeling, she bent over and clasped Tang's hand, and looked at him pleadingly, "Tang, leave me alone, okay?"

"Sit down."

"I said such a heavy word to you last time, did you forget it? I don't have any pain if it hurts or not. You don't care about me."

Tang Yan felt a breath in his chest, let go of her feet, and hugged her directly to her leg.柒 柒 Do n’t even dare to move. He was provoked by Xia, he was as deep as a whirlpool, he could catch people's eyes, and fixedly looked at her. I'm not happy to look at them more. Just you, you don't want me to do it, I'm partial today! "

柒 柒 Shocked because of what he said. Wu Yan looked at him froze for a long time.

She didn't know how many women this man had said such things to, but ... at this moment, when she heard it in her ears, she just felt an indescribable impact, as if she had struck her heart ...

Tang Yan took out the ointment he bought, squeezed it in his hand, and glanced at her. "Just say it hurts, I'll take it lightly."

柒 柒 The eyelashes shuddered, biting the lower lip without speaking. He leaned slightly sideways, circling her sore ankle. It hurts, it hurts so much, she didn't say anything, she just clasped his shirt tightly with her hands.

His eyes fixed on his striking profile, she really wanted to see through his mind.

How could he notice such a stomped young master that he stomped his feet and sent medicine up. And ... she said that to him last time ...

With his pride, he didn't kill her. How could you even care about yourself?

"What are you looking at?" He asked suddenly, turning his face to look at her. As long as his gorgeous and enchanting voice was lowered, it seemed to be intoxicating.

Uncle's gaze fell on his face, avoiding inevitable. At this moment, she did not intend to avoid it. Just red lips moved slightly, "Do you want me?"

Tang Yan's hand paused. Breathing, followed by a pause. If other women asked such questions straightforward, he would definitely take this as an invitation.

But he knew very well that in her little mouth, she would never say anything to please him.

"Is it ... the last time I cut my wrist and rejected you, so that you suddenly have a desire to conquer me?" He tried hard to speculate on this person's mind. Besides this, she couldn't think of any more reasons.