Good Morning, Mr. President!

She smiled. "The result has not come out yet, but I believe that nothing will happen."

Tang Yanshou, "If you need to, you can talk to me. If it can help, I will definitely help."

As he said this, the slang was agitated again. She stared at the man insultingly, but in the eyes of the other person, she immediately lowered her head again, and her cheeks turned red.

"Yes, this ..."

Tang Yan handed things to Slang. Slang looked at him in surprise, he explained: "Some simple food, just buy it next."

Tang Yan calmly added a sentence: "Three servings. Let everyone eat something, so as not to stay up late and hurt your stomach."

The main thing is his puppet, which must be eaten. Others, he didn't care.

However, the slang did not know that Tang Yan thought so. He only took the packed porridge, his thoughts were jumping, and he was so excited that he could not even speak.

Tang Yan did not stay any longer. After she picked up something, he nodded faintly and turned into the night.

After returning to God, slang can only see the back. She caught up, but could not keep up. In the end, she only held the hot porridge in her arms, and spring was in her heart.

Looking at the back idiot, until she disappeared completely and completely invisible, she also reluctantly, never opened her eyes for a long time.

When I did n’t meet him at all, I thought he was so high and out of reach. But now, I just realized that it turned out ... he was much warmer than he thought ... and much more intimate ...

She looked down at the porridge in her arms again, and her eyes filled with a thick, sweet smile. Originally because of worrying about his father, the heavy emotions were suddenly washed away.

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He just soothed Jiang Ye and coaxed her to eat something, and the phone rang at this moment.

The night was deep and quiet, and it sounded so abrupt that it sounded so late. She was shocked, afraid of getting into her uncle, and quickly pressed mute.

Jiang Yan said: "It's Mo Xun. Go out and listen to the phone, so he won't worry."

柒 柒 "Hmm", hurried out with a mobile phone. She was thinking, and did not know when she showed up with her uncle and uncle to say that she and Mo Xun had divorced. No, it should be said that the agreement had been cancelled. Uncle's appearance now is even more unspeakable.

I pushed open the door of the ward and went out before I stuck the phone to my ear.

"You're home?" Asked Tang Yue in surprise.

"Just left the hospital."

"Just leave?"

Tang Yan said, "Well," and asked, "Want to stay up tonight?"

"My aunt asked me to go back, but it's all here, it's better to accompany me." He lowered his voice. There are not many relatives around her, so there are only a few of them. She didn't want to leave herself any more regrets.

Tang Yan knew she would be at ease if she stayed there, so she didn't force her. She just said, "I bought porridge and brought it to your sister, and you remember to drink it later. It's your favorite seafood porridge."

I was startled, but I still didn't forget to keep the voice down. "You asked my sister to bring it, did she not know the relationship between us?"

Tang Yan laughed out there, "In fact, I don't know what the relationship between us is. Alas, you tell me, what is the relationship between us?"

"..." this guy! I knew that he was teasing himself, and he said, "It's cohabitation."

"Cohabitation." Tang Yan chewed these four words, "Well, it is cohabitation, and it is still very impure cohabitation."

He bit the word 'impure' in a particularly ambiguous way.

Even after the phone call, I was blushed by him.

And, where's the point? !!

The point is, if slang is known, is it okay?

She was a little annoyed and had a headache. "My sister knows about us. In case of mentioning with my aunt, my uncle's physical condition must be more exasperated."

"Your sister doesn't know anything. She'll bring it up in a while, you just have to drink with peace of mind."

"Really?" I couldn't rest assured.

However, thinking about it, who is Tang Yan? If he said so, he must have managed things well.

Just then, slang came back with a porridge in his hand and a kettle in his hand. He busy and Tang Yan said: "I won't tell you first, my sister is back."

I didn't wait for Tang Ye to say anything over there, I already hung up the phone.

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Putting her phone in her pocket, I ran and tried to pick up the porridge in her hand. "Let me help you."

"Don't, please help me to bring water." Slang held the porridge as a baby in her arms.

He did not argue with her, took the kettle in his hand, looked at her several times, and saw that the slang expression improved, and his mood did not look as dim as before.

"Sister, what happened to you, my mood has improved a lot." I asked curiously.

As soon as she asked, the peach blossom spring sensation on the slang surface became stronger. She glanced at her with a smile. "Do you remember the last time I was with you at my house?"

"Which?"

"The one I said where I lived."

"Oh, your god."

"Um." Slang nodded. "Did you not say that he was interested in me that day, and I waited for him to come to me to confess?"

"He's looking for you?"

"No." Slang shook his head and sighed. "It's because I didn't find me, so I've been wondering if I'm being passionate about myself, maybe I think too much. Maybe he also knew where I lived by accident. What's more, how could a man like him look at me? But ... "

Speaking of this, the slang uttered another glance just now, and suddenly raised his lips and smiled, "I finally made sure today, it really isn't that I was thinking too much. He really paid attention to me. And he came to me again today ... "

Speaking of this, a little shyness appeared in the face of the little daughter.

Slang has always been generous, dare to love and hate. This is the first time I saw you.

She was so happy to see her talking so excited.

"Since you like it so much, if you see him again next time, you must bring me. Let me see you too!"

Slang just wanted to agree, but then I remembered that Tang Yun Yuxun said it was an enemy's thing, and only perfunctoryly said, "You can rest assured that there are many opportunities."

Slang was talking, looking down at the porridge in his arms again, and just now, what he wanted to say, the door of the ward was pulled open from the inside.

"Why have you been boiling water for so long?" Jiang Yan came out of it. I also saw the porridge in the arms of Slang, "Did you go out and buy porridge?"

"Yeah. I bought porridge, so I wasted time." Slang did not dare to talk about Tang Yan in the presence of his mother. After all, the death of the second uncle has a lot to do with him.

[The remaining two chapters can only be updated tomorrow ~~ Don't wait for you ~~ Oh, the time has been completely messed up by me, and I will adjust it as soon as possible. 】