Good Morning, Mr. President!

Hearing this, Jiang Yan was relieved over there. Finally, I sighed again: "Well, you have the best relationship with your sister since you were little, and the two are like sisters. She never said to me or your uncle if she had something, if she had told you You help me calm down and persuade her, persuade her, you know? "

"... Okay." He responded. But how to persuade such a thing? Where is the slang kind of character who can listen to persuasion?

I hung up the phone and walked out of the office building. From a distance, I saw the driver of the Tang family coming again. She got in the car, but she changed her direction and did not return to Tangmen for the time being.

The driver did not dare to send her anywhere else. He called and asked for instructions from the owner. After speaking twice, I passed on the phone respectfully and respectfully to my hand.

"What time is it at night? I'll pick you up." Tang Yan's voice came from there.

"My aunt said she was going to accompany my sister. She didn't worry about my sister. So, I would not leave at night."

"..." Tang Yan was silent for a moment, not knowing what he was thinking. Afraid he was unhappy, he added another sentence: "My sister is so sad that you need comfort, so don't worry about it."

"When are you going to make things clear with your sister?" Tang Yan asked suddenly.

In fact, I have never thought about this problem. Therefore, when Tang Yan asked, she was stunned. After a moment, she shook her head with a sigh. "Let's take it slowly. Now my uncle is still in the hospital, and the situation is unknown. If I tell her about this again, I'm afraid she can't bear it any more."

"If you find it difficult to speak, I can talk to her."

I thought for a moment, with the character of a person like Tang Li, when I said this, I didn't know what kind of words I would say. However, if you really confess to slang, it's more straightforward to be natural.

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When I came to my house, the door was covert, and I was sitting on the sofa holding a computer to search for information. Lian Ye pushed in the door and she didn't notice it.

I stepped closer to look at it and saw at a glance that she was searching for Tang Yan, followed by the words 'Tang Yan's girlfriend'. But all the pictures that came out were Wen Xin.

I did not feel relieved, but my heart was heavier.

"Sister." She patted slang on the shoulder.

Slang came back, with some guilty conscience, and immediately closed the computer. He didn't pierce her, just as if he hadn't seen anything. Slang asked, "Why are you here?"

"Auntie looks at you in disgrace, and she is very worried." I put down the bag, unbuttoned my small suit, and walked to the kitchen, "Specially told me to do it for you tonight Me, sleep with you. "

"You don't have to listen to my mother, she likes to worry about it blindly."

"What I want to eat at night, I'll make it for you." I put on an apron, opened the refrigerator, and stared at the refrigerator. The tone is high, pretending to be relaxed and cheerful, and used to regulate the atmosphere.

The slang did not speak, and he took the fish out of the refrigerator on his own initiative and thaw the chicken again.

"Are you staying with me tonight?" Slang leaned against her, as if coquettish. It is naturally better to have someone to accompany yourself than to stay at home and think wildly.

"Well. What's the matter with you all night, or you stand up dumb all night?"

Slang sniffed sniffily at her, and suddenly said, "Well, you have that kind of fragrance ... too fragrant ..."

My heart jumped, and the fish in my hand almost slipped to the ground. Last night, Tang Yan held himself into the bathroom. He washed it with his own hands, and of course he used his bath milk. She just didn't expect the slang nose to be so spirited.

"I ... Mo Xun's friend gave him a bottle." I had to lie. She dragged the fish to make herself look calm. "If you like it, I will let Mo Xun give you a bottle. ? "

"..." Slang didn't say good or bad. The nose was sniffing in the neck, as if feeling the smell seriously. Then, her eyes fell on those bright kiss marks, and she chuckled her lips and smiled, "Well, will Mo Xun be willing to put you to sleep here?"

"How can you not bear it?" He clearly breathed a sigh of relief as he shifted the subject.

"He will stay alone tonight ~" Slang's eyes glanced ambiguous from his neck. I understood and blushed, but simply pushed the boat smoothly without explaining anything.

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Maybe it was because I was accompanied by my uncle, and after dinner, the mood of my slang has improved a lot.

Early on, the two were watching TV on the bed, wearing masks.

"You're right, no matter how much I like others, I still have to love myself first." Slang patted his face gently. "I don't sleep this night, I don't know how much collagen is lost."

He breathed a sigh of relief. "You can think that way, it's better."

"But honestly, do you think it's warm and beautiful?"

"..." I put on the mask and didn't speak.

"Come on! It doesn't look good at all! I know you've filmed her, say it!"

"... Actually, really, it's pretty beautiful." I had to tell the truth.

Slang glared at her angrily, "Then you say, is she pretty or me?"

"You can't speak as a mask, it will grow wrinkles."

"Okay, oh, do you think she's more beautiful than me, right?" She said in a straight voice, "you turned your elbows out, didn't you? You said, where do you think she is beautiful!"

"Sister! Don't make a noise, it's so itchy ~" I couldn't help but smiled and fell on the bed, the mask fell off my face, and I couldn't help putting it back on, just reaching out to stop the slang hand, "I was wrong Is it okay if I am wrong? You are beautiful, you are thousands of times more beautiful than others. "

"Really?"

"Really." I already burst into tears, begging for help.

"It's almost the same, let me spare you once!" Sigh clapping and clapping his hands, so I let go of it. This uproar, her whole mood is much better. The look also looked much clearer.

He breathed a sigh of relief. "It's not a problem anymore. It really has wrinkles."

The two put the mask back on and leaned against the bed. What slang just wanted to say, my cell phone rang suddenly. At night, the ringing sounds particularly abrupt.

柒 柒 He took the phone out of the pillow and saw the flashing number on top of him.

She hasn't saved Tang Yan's number so far, so when Slang's curious look came, she found nothing. I felt more settled in my heart.

"Sister, I'm going to listen to a call." I clenched my cell phone, opened the quilt, and prepared to get out of bed.