Good Morning, Mr. President!

The slang eyes stared, the pain was more real than the pain of the skin.

With tears, she stared at the man in front of her, and for a moment, the whole person seemed to be thrown out, her hands opened, and he suddenly embraced him.

"Tang Yun, I truly love you! I love you much more than you!"

Tang Yan's eyes narrowed, his eyebrows frowned, "Let go!"

The words spit out were as cold as ice.

The slang was frightened and shivered. It was almost fearful to let go of his hand, but the next moment, he held the man tight again.

"I don't!" She had driven herself out of control.

She didn't even know whether it was because of love or unwillingness. At that moment, hugging the man she wanted, she was reluctant to let go. It seems that this man will abandon He and be with him.

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downstairs.

I sat in the car and kept my head up, looking upstairs worriedly.

It is not a bad thing that Tang Yue and Slang made it clear. At least, slang can wake up earlier and come out earlier.

just……

Between her and slang ...

The nose is a bit sour.

At this moment of cranky thought, I heard the sound of a propeller suddenly, and floated from the air far away. Suddenly her attention was drawn to her, and when she looked up, she saw a helicopter appearing in the air. Then, it seemed to stop at the top of the residential floor.

I'm curious.

Is there a stealthy rich man who bought a helicopter in this neighborhood? Never heard of it before.

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Jian Qing jumped off the helicopter and ran straight into the elevator like a gust of wind.

When I was at the door of the house, the whole man was still breathing heavily, pointing his hand to the wrist watch, "Nine minutes! Less than ten ... uh ..."

The word "Zhong" had not yet been said, and was shocked by the picture inside the door.

He thought he was holding in his arms, not, but he was holding him. However, a closer look turned out to be your sister's slang! Moreover, with tears on my face, it looked really pitiful to me.

"This ... should I avoid it?" Asked Jian Qingne.

He despised the owner of their family. He is so fond of acting on the mouth and in action that he can literally describe it with the word steadfast. But now ...

Actually the two sisters did not let go!

It's too bad!

"You get me back!" Tang Qing drank, and Jian Qing shuddered with a footstep. Look again, Tang Yan has pushed the slang in his arms without mercy.

In his eyes, there was no hidden aversion to slang.

Long fingers, two bounces on the body, as if infected with bacteria. The slang was severely hurt by this action, his face paled, "Tang You, you are too much. Why can you trample on my love for you like this? I am sincere to you ..."

Tang Yan's eyes were sharp, like a sharp blade, stabbing slang. He raised his hand, and suddenly stuck the slang slang, "I love you too, how did you trample on her?"

He squinted his eyes, no longer the patience he just had, but became gloomy and violent like never before. "My woman, if you dare to fight, you must be prepared to be trampled by me!"

Jian Qing was frightened to listen. This slang, actually shot and snored? Fortunately, she is a woman. If a man were to die, at least the hand to be used must be destroyed.

However, what did the young master call himself over in such a hurry?

"Jian Qing, come here!" Just when he was thinking, Tang Yan could only hear him suddenly.

Jian Qing did not dare to neglect, and passed immediately.

Tang Yan loosened his pale slang and asked Jian Qing coldly, "Someone hurt your wife, what should you do?"

Jian Qing replied clearly and forcefully without hesitation: "It would have to be returned at least ten times."

Slang bit his lip, no blood on his face.

"Very good." Tang Yan raised his eyebrows and glanced at the slang, "Alright! She slaps your wife and young lady. As for ten times or a hundred times, pay it back yourself."

"Why ... what ?!" Jian Qing stared. So, so late, he dug himself out of the quilt and drove over in a helicopter just to ... let him fan a woman? !! Any more martial arts? !!

Tang Yan ignored his protest directly, grabbed the bag on the sofa and walked to the door.

"Young Master!" Jian Qing complained.

Tang Yan said very gracefully: "I never beat a woman."

"..." Jian Qing grinded her teeth. When have you hit a woman yourself?

"I take care of myself, I can't complete the task. I can spare you. I am afraid that you may not be able to spare you."

Jian Qing was crying.

Then Tang Yue left.

Jian Qing was crying, looking at her face pale and tearful slang, "This ... I ... what kind of evil did I make! You say who you fight is not good, you have to hit our young master's heart baby . Who do you want to be, your sister's man? Know how many years our young master has been staring at your younger sister? It ’s been 8 years. Can you just make up your mind? Did you know our young master liked your sister? When our young lady's eyes were invisible, he willingly dug her eyes. "

"..." Shi Yuzhen was on the spot and couldn't say a word.

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I waited for ten minutes and finally saw the familiar figure coming out of the unit building.

She opened the door and went down.

Tang Yan put her bag in the car and pinched her shoulder. "Get in the car and let me see the injury on your face."

"I'm fine." I glanced at him worriedly. "Where's the slang ... didn't you treat her?"

"I never bully a woman, how can I treat her?"

I didn't seem to believe it, staring at Tang Yi for a while, "Really?"

Tang Yan also looked at him, "Do I look like a man who beats women?"

He nodded. Not like. Tang Yan still has this kind of grace. I have confidence in this aspect of him. As everyone knows, this man is so dark in his bones.

Tang Yan sat in the car, and when she saw the redness on her face and the scratch, Qi came up again.

At a glance, he saw through his anger, but instead appeased him, "it's just a minor injury. She should also lose her temper. Now it is clear that these things will not happen in the future."

Tang Yan hated himself somewhat. If he opened the door early, nothing would happen.

"Go back and talk." Tang Yan fastened her seat belt, straightened her face, and drove the car to Tang Men.

"How did you come back?" I asked curiously. At the moment Tang Yan was there. The pain on his face seemed to be less painful.

"No voice on the phone, I guess something happened." At that moment, he was so anxious that he ran back at 300 pace. However, I did not expect that it was a step too late.