Good Morning, Mr. President!

For a moment, he looked at Tang Yan with surprise.

"I made omelet?" She thought for a moment, and shook her head. "I haven't made it for you."

Tang Yan also looked at her seriously for a while, and finally only said, "then do it later."

柒 柒 Looking at Tang 该, he secretly wondered if it was a woman who had done it for him before, and then ... he remembered it wrongly and put it on himself? It seems that this is the only way to explain it.

It's nine-thirty after the two of them ate and finished breakfast together. Hao's original heavy heart due to bravery has improved a lot. And Tang Yuan? For the first time, I had breakfast at a street vendor by the road, but this feeling is not bad. At least, at this moment, he already enjoyed it.

With her, there is no need to do too many special things, just simply talk, bask in the sun, she smiles at herself, eating the most common things together, he feels very satisfied, and there is a kind of ... unspeakable Happiness.

This feeling, Tang Yan, these years, only in the hospital during that time really experienced.

I feel very solid. It was very exciting.

"Return to the hospital or go to work?" Tang Yan asked her when she got on the bus.

"Go back to the hospital first. I took the leave and didn't go to work in the morning." I remembered the situation of my uncle again, and looked a little darker. "I need to know the situation."

Tang Yan remembered what Tang Song had said to himself, and looked at him for a while, and finally said nothing. He only reached out and touched her head, which was regarded as comfort. Such a small move, I feel relieved in my heart.

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Tang Yan only sent him to the door of the hospital, where he entered the VIP ward.

VIP and general ward are very different. In addition to being equipped with professional care, it is a large suite. Inside is the ward, and outside is a spacious and bright hall. There are televisions, sofas, and coffee tables in addition to the usual tea, and some fruits.

By the time I arrived in the ward, I was awake and Jiang Yan was by my side.

"Uncle." I went in and disassembled the flowers I bought into a vase.

"You have to go to work, don't hurry to work for me." Yong Yong sat half-way, leaning against the bed. Wearing sick clothes on his body, he looked less heroic than before.

I wasn't very comfortable in my heart. "It's okay, I've taken time off."

She planted the flowers and looked around. "Why don't you see my sister? She's on duty?"

While talking, slang came out of the bathroom. Holding the kettle in his hand. The whole person was debilitated, and he did not look up at anyone, only glanced at the eyelids, put the kettle, and plugged in the electric wire.

Then he turned and walked into the hall.

"Well, what do you think about this child! It ’s useless to burn the wire and not press the switch!" Jiang Yan said, and the slang did not seem to be heard at all.

I got up and pressed the switch. Then the kettle was burning and made a sound.

She glanced at the back of the slang again, before whispering to Jiang Yan, "What's the matter with me? When I came with her in the morning, wasn't it okay?"

"Yeah, it's like losing the soul early in the morning. I'm still wondering!" Jiang Yan lamented.

I thought for a moment, "I'll go and see."

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When I walked out of the ward and into the living room, the slang uttered itself on the sofa, looking dispirited and listless.

"Sister, what's wrong with you?"

"... It's okay."

"You don't look all right."

Slang got up from the sofa, glanced at him, and suddenly hugged him. For a moment, a slang sighed in a crying voice, "Oh, I'm broken ..."

"Lost ... broken?" Isn't this in love yet?

Slang seems to understand your heart, and ridiculed himself, "Yeah, I haven't fallen in love yet, I'm lost ... oh, you say it's ridiculous?"

"... What the **** is going on? Wasn't it okay last night?"

"... He has a girlfriend." After a while, the slang words were lost.

He frowned, "He has a girlfriend, and that's still for you ..."

She didn't keep talking. Slang was even more uncomfortable, "I thought I didn't care at all, and I thought that he might already have a girlfriend. If it had been before, I wouldn't be so sad. But ... these last few times, He frequently showed me good things and gave me hope ... "

Speaking of this slang, he looked up and looked at him with tears in his eyes, "Hey, if that man usually refuses to be thousands of miles away from others, he will buy me porridge in the middle of the night. You say, does he like me? "

I think of Tang Yan in my mind. Thinking of buying porridge for himself last night, he nodded subconsciously, "Yes."

"I didn't speak to him and made any request, but he took the initiative to help my dad change the VIP ward, and he also found the best doctor for my dad. Dr. Tang you met today is the best doctor If we did n’t come forward, we would all please stay still! You said, did n’t he like me? ”

In his mind, Tang Yan was flashing again, and he almost nodded instinctively. However, the next moment, I suddenly realized something, and the whole person froze.

She was silent for a long while before squeezing out a few words from her throat, "Sister, what's the name of this man you admire ..."

Slang was almost speaking, but I thought of something, and then bit my lips tightly. "It's already like this, is it important to name it? Alas, you say, I'll take the initiative to ask him to confess, okay? I can see Come out, he has a good opinion of me. Maybe ... after I confess with him, he will be willing to be with me. Do you mean? "

"..." I kept silent, not knowing how to answer. In particular, when I saw slang bright eyes, I felt that my chest was very stuffy.

If slang knows that none of this is what she thinks, I really don't know what kind of reaction it will be.

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Slang is sad, but I'm actually upset. So all morning, the two sisters had their own thoughts. The atmosphere in the ward was very depressed.

At noon, after returning to lunch with my family, I returned to the magazine to work. Near the end of work, the editor suddenly said: "Well, please clean up and get ready to leave work in advance."

"Ah?" I was a little surprised, unknown. She had just arrived for a few hours.

"Anyway, you are fine today." The editor approached and whispered in her ear: "There are already people waiting for you downstairs. Hurry up."