Good Morning, Mr. President!

I was shocked in my heart. I didn't know what the so-called consequences would be. Or, is it the consequences she can bear.

She instinctively avoided the topic of wanting to pick him up.

Only took the empty drinking glass from his hand and glanced at him, "Mr. Tang, please come back, it's so late, I won't leave you."

This little woman has been chasing him since he hasn't entered the door! He Tang Luo, when did you touch such a nail?

Tang Yan's eyes were somber and unmoved, he suddenly reached out and clasped her wrist. She was vigilant and pulled back instinctively.

He followed and took a step forward, and she was directly on the wall of the corridor. Tang Yan was very tall, and the shadows shrouded it. He only felt a sense of oppression.

She took a deep breath, grasped the cup with one hand, and pushed him away with the other. However, the next instant, he suddenly raised his hand and put a big palm on her forehead.

A moment.

Just felt his palm hot.

She was extremely hot.

"Are you still not fever?" He asked.

I was a little confused, and my eyelashes were shaking so much, "... well, maybe."

"Did you not eat dinner?"

He raised his eyes questioningly, "... how do you know?"

It is not surprising to say that he knew about his high fever. After all, he met Tang and Song in the hospital today.

but……

"Who did you think made the call just now?" He narrowed his eyes.

"Telephone?" I mumbled these words and finally understood. "So, you talking to me on the phone just now?"

Tang Yan's hand was removed from her forehead, her fingertips were in danger, and she fell on her flushed face with fever. "Baby, tell me, who do you take me for?"

"..."

Rip my lips and stop talking. She felt that if she said it was Mo Xun, this man who cannot tolerate a little provocation would be furious.

She had seen him lose his temper, and the last time he was directly taken into the car, he was almost ...

He didn't want to provoke him anymore, just took his hand off his face, "I ... I'm a bit sick, I want to sleep ... If you have anything, talk about it during the day."

"Well. Where is the thermometer?"

"Huh?" Suddenly the question made him unrecoverable.

"Yes, you can take your temperature before going to bed."

After Tang Wei said, he pulled back and took a step back. He looked at him shyly, his beautiful lips opened, "Don't get it yet?"

"..."

找 Find a thermometer from the medicine cabinet. The whole process is actually a little confused. Did Tang Huan drive from Tang Men because she talked to her on that phone?

She lives here and Tangmen is not in the same area at all. It is more than an hour to walk across the viaduct.

He became so ill and drove more than an hour in the middle of the night, which was actually very hard. Right now, she even feels awkward even after standing for a while.

He found that he couldn't fully reflect Tang's thoughts. He just wanted to spend her heart to make her willing to plant him? Is he really passionate about this kind of game? If so, he is a natural hunter ...

"What are you thinking?"

While she was holding the medicine chest and squatting on the ground thinking wildly, Tang Yan's figure came over from the back. The voice, hoarse, fell to her ear.

I glanced at him, inexplicably afraid to look at him again. Just shake your head, take out the thermometer, and simply put it in your mouth after disinfection. She didn't say anything, and no longer care about Tang Yan, she walked silently to the sofa and sat down.

Feeling uncomfortable, he grabbed a pillow and hugged it in his arms, curled himself into a ball, closed his eyes, and pretended to take a nap.

However, even so, she couldn't ignore the extremely powerful presence of another man in the room. She could feel that the man seemed to be in the restaurant. What does he go to the restaurant?

I was curious and afraid to open my eyes.

then……

After a minute, I heard only a sound that was too cold to sound in the restaurant.

"Well, come over!"

There are only five simple words.

However, every word was bitten heavily.

He sat on the sofa and even imagined that he shot angry and threatening eyes.

just……

Did she recruit him again?

"I counted three. Come here, don't let me catch you in the past." His tone was particularly cool.

Frowning, in the end, he still helplessly put down the pillow, slid off the sofa, and walked into the restaurant.

Tang Yan stood at the dining table.

Looking at her from the perspective, he could only see his tight face. What happened to him?

Tang Yan's eyes glanced coldly and even indifferently.

Long fingers, pointing at something on the table, the corners of his lips were sneer: "What's this?"

He looked in the direction of his finger and was silent.

That's the bullwhip soup made by Mom Mo ...

"Do it yourself, don't you recognize it?" Tang Yan's eyes were all ice-cream. He originally wanted to see what kind of life the woman and Mo Xunping had, but he didn't expect ...

Heh ~

What a surprise.

"That's ... you know." I pulled the thermometer out of my mouth and couldn't say the word "bullwhip".

However, what is Tang Yan annoying? She couldn't figure it out.

However, as soon as her words fell, the next moment, she just felt that the air was rising.

She was held by her buttocks and held directly on the table. Because of the anger, he still squeezed her hips with a big palm. Shocked, he was about to slide off the table subconsciously, but his long legs could not help but push back her knees, and his upright body squeezed between her legs with aggression. Followed by the challenge:

"You're hungry now?"

"You ... what did you say?"

Tang Yan is really angry, and the anger is not small. The big palm pierced directly into her pyjamas and lifted the cover.

He has hot fingers.

Very powerful.

She felt as if she were passing electricity.

That feeling is so strange that it scares people.

I was really scared, my face flushed, and I was at a loss for a moment. When I came back, I wanted to take out his hand, but the strength of his hand was not only loose, but also exaggerated. Force.

"Can't do this, or are you expecting me like this?" He ignored her high above him, and his lips were about to stick to her lips, but he didn't touch them, like a joke.