Good Morning, Mr. President!

"... Um. Somewhat uncomfortable ..." I mumbled unconsciously. The sound was soft, with a nasal sound, like a bit coquettish.

The people over there, listening to these words, felt that their hearts would melt. Just ask: "Did you take medicine?"

The sound is much more gentle.

"have eaten."

"How much do you burn?"

"... I don't know. I went to bed very early, no test."

"Did not have dinner?"

"……Ok."

"you alone?"

"Yeah." Her voice fluttered softer and lighter.

After a while, she rolled over and closed her eyes, "I'm upset, I won't tell you ... I'm going to sleep ..."

"you……"

The other person wanted to say something, but she had cut off the phone. I took the quilt, covered my head, and continued to sleep. But it hurts all over.

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Don Gate.

in the room.

Tang Yan looked at the phone, and for a while, her lovely nasal sound lingered in her ears, and her soft, waxy voice ...

Itching is unbearable.

The next moment, he lifted the quilt and got up.

"Master, you're still feverish." The servant saw her get up and called quickly.

He grabbed the ice pack from his head and tossed it to the side. "Bring a suit. By the way, let someone drive the car to Qianping."

"You going out now?"

"Ok."

"But you are still feverish. Master Tang said ..."

"Get ready." Tang Yan interrupted the other's words with no emotion and unbuttoned the nightgown.

Although it has been a long time in the Tang family, the face of this beautiful man, at this moment, the maid is still beating, his face turned and went to the locker room.

Really nosebleeds ~

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I was confused, and heard the sound of the doorbell, only thinking that it was dreaming. The disturbing voice never ended, and she couldn't tell whether it was in dreams or reality, and only groggyly got up from the bed.

Top-heavy.

Fainted a bit.

She didn't wear a coat, so she walked to the door in thin pajamas.

The moment she opened the door, she saw the man in front of her for a moment. Then he muttered, "I'm really dreaming ..."

And it's a nightmare.

Recently, it has been tangled by Tang Yan for too long, so even he was in his dream.

This is really a bad thing.

柒 柒 The fine eyebrows narrowed slightly, and the door was closed again. However, the man's hand propped up on the door, hindering her movement. He had expectations in his eyes, "Do you dream of me?"

"Well ... such a nightmare now ..." Bringing his hand, muttering: "I want to sleep well, don't come to noisy me."

"..." Tang Yan smiled stiffly and froze on his face.

Then, with a little push, the door opened, and he went in, and took the door again.

"Forget it." I looked at him with a little depression. Usually I can't fight him myself, there is no way to take him, now in my dreams, there is no way to take him. "Play for yourself, I'll go to bed."

Tang Yan didn't even take off his shoes and went in with a big swing.

Long legs crossed, sitting on the sofa, staring coldly at her. Seeing her confused, she squinted back to the bedroom.

but……

After a minute ...

The uncle who had just pulled up the quilt to sleep and poked his head again.

Realizing what was wrong, the whole portrait suddenly became more than half awake.

Just now ... that doesn't seem to be a dream. Is it really Don Juan? But ... how did he appear here in the middle of the night?

I asked the question number in my head, turned the phone under the pillow, and glanced out, it was already twelve o'clock.

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After two minutes.

The door of the bedroom just taken was pulled open again from the inside.

He only opened the door through a tiny slit and peered out through that slit. Sure enough, it wasn't Tang Yan who sat on the sofa like that, and who else?

Annoyed biting her lip.

How can I be so careless? Without even looking at the cat's eyes, he put a big-tailed wolf into the house. The so-called ask God is easy to send God difficult, and now she wants to drive Tang Yan away, it is absolutely impossible.

However, it's all twelve in the middle of the night. What is he doing here? Moreover, she and Mo Xun's new house came.

I was full of doubts.

"Your hospitality is to keep peeking at guests all the time?" Tang Yan opened his mouth. She turned her face slightly and looked at her from that tiny slit.

Outside, the lights are bright.

He wore only a simple white pullover, dark blue trousers, and a slight pull-up on his trousers, exposing a delicate and good-looking ankle. Very simple attire, but wearing this man has a stunning beauty.

However, I can also see that he is afraid that he is still sick just like himself.

Fatigue was still evident. Some sick flushes on his face.

Since they are all sick, why not rest at home and come to her?

"I'm thirsty, give me a glass of water." Tang Yan squeezed his eyebrows and said lazily, "You're with me, so you can drink enough water to drink."

He only came out, "But I didn't go to you at midnight."

Even if he was a guest, he did not do it.

Tang smiled lazily, his charming lips curled up, "Most of the night, are you going to settle accounts with me?"

"..." She thought, but not so well.

He passed by in front of him and poured water into the kitchen. Tang Yan looked up at her back. She was wearing pajamas and pyjamas, the kind of small broken flowers, very small and fresh.

Bare white arms and slender good-looking calves. The ankles in the slippers are cute.

Tang Yan looked at it, his eyebrows frowned.

Usually, she was dressed like this in front of Mo Xun? She knows that, just like this, she will probably straighten her if she bends.

He poured water and came out of the kitchen. But no one else had seen him on the sofa, only his CF98 car key was thrown aside.

Where have you been

"Tang?" He called him, and her voice was a little hoarse.

"This."

Then she found out that he was in the corridor inside. Seems to be visiting her and Mo Xun's new house. At this moment, the man was standing in front of the biggest wedding photo hanging in the corridor, and Jun Yan was hiding in the dim light, making it difficult to distinguish his emotions at this moment.

"Water." I passed the water.

He didn't pick it up, but just looked at that P's wedding photo and asked, "When are you divorced?"

"..." I didn't intend to answer him, "Mr. Tang, can you ask what you are doing here tonight?"

"You have ten days left."

"... I said, I didn't plan to divorce him." So, he came here to urge her to divorce?

"I said it, too, at your own risk." Tang Yan took the water over and took a sip elegantly. In simple words, there is a danger that cannot be provoked.