Good Morning, Mr. President!

He just quietly listened to the accusations of the slang and said nothing. But slang just felt inexplicable bitterness, and tears flowed out of his eyes, "I'm right to blame you. However, than to blame you with Tang Yan, you blame you for disregarding my feelings, blame you for not treating me Be your brother-in-law. But ... even then, alas, I never thought of killing you ... "

"Yuan Li just said he wanted to use you to make a match. I was fooled by him. If I knew he wanted to kidnap you and hurt you ..." Tears shed more tears, "I won't do this. I won't meeting."

She is jealous and resentful. However, she is not too heartbroken and hopes that she will be kidnapped and killed by the bad guys.

Such things as hurting her life are beyond her tolerance. Therefore, when it is known that her father is a murderer, her world seems to be collapsed and unbearable.

I never said anything, she said she believed. She believed that she was merely ignorant.

This is the best ...

"Well, my aunt is here today, first to apologize to you. Second ..." Jiang Yan said this, paused for a moment, and suddenly "knotted" on the bedside. I didn't expect their plea unexpectedly, but in the end it was this unexpected Jiang Jiang's kneel. This kneeling is unfamiliar, and it is also a family trip. The heart is like a needle and does not say anything.

"Your uncle, you are already seriously ill, oh, please ... let him go once. Once he is in prison, his body will not be saved ..."

Tears flickered in his eyes, "Auntie, everything is now a foregone conclusion. Tang Yan has submitted the evidence and is not saved ..."

What's more, how can she save? She let them go, who would come to comfort her tragic father?

When Jiang Yan heard this, his body collapsed, his face turned pale, and he almost passed out.

"Mom." Slang squatted and hugged Jiang Yan. Lips pressed against Jiang Yan's face, pleaded, and cried in a crying voice: "Mom, Dad is already like this, you must have nothing ... nothing is allowed ..."

I looked at this scene with some envy. They were, at least, not alone. They, and each other ...

There is only one sense of loneliness left in the whole world. You can never feel the same if you have not really experienced it.

It's like standing in a dead end, clearly visible, but being taken away inch by inch by someone, and all that is left is the darkness of darkness, despair and confusion.

"Jian Qing, take them away." The door was pushed open, and Tang Yan commanded.

Jian Qing said, "Yeah," and signaled that someone had already come in and took Jiang Yan's mother and daughter away.

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In the ward, there was a silence again.

I drew back to the bed, tears wet the towel. If it doesn't hurt, it's all deceiving. Withdrawing from family, how can it not hurt?

Tang Yanheyi lay on the bed and squeezed her into her arms.

"Good, baby, don't cry ... and I'm here." Tang Yan's voice was very soft, never gentle.

He clenched his hands tightly and pressed them against his chest. Tang Yan could feel the throbbing heartbeat there, and she could clearly feel her despair.

"Tang Tang ..." I called him.

She rarely called herself that way. Tang Yan pressed closer, her lips came from behind her earlobe, "Huh?"

"In the future ... I really only have you ..." Nothing but him.

"I'm honored to have you alone."

柒 柒 Shiran smiled bitterly.

The next moment, he heard his earnest voice saying, "Well, let's get married."

柒 柒 The eyelashes fluttered, and the tip of the nose became sour again. She didn't say yes or no, but just rolled over and buried herself deeply in his arms, listening to his heartbeat.

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柒 柒 relied more on Tang 珏. Or, after this incident, she felt even less secure.

When he opened his eyes in the morning, the first thing was always looking for him. When she saw him shaving in the bathroom, she let out a sigh of relief.

For more than a month, even the breakfast was plentiful at the table. Not to mention those for lunch and dinner.

Tang and Song's personal nutritional menus, and various nutritional soups to supplement the body, don't want to drink. Tang Xun favored, but it was often unreasonable when he was domineering.

In the morning, it's milk and chicken soup again.

"Meng Meng said that I have gained weight in a circle in the past month." He looked at Tang Ye earnestly and asked, "Can I just drink a glass of milk?"

"Where's the fat?" Tang Yan rubbed her arm with one hand, "Drink."

The implication is, no!

Too. In his eyes, it would be better for her to be fatter.

"Drinking is also effective. Auntie, your colleague hasn't praised you. Is your face getting better and better and people more and more beautiful recently?" Tang Song came out of the room with a yawn. After that incident, he Was summoned urgently to recuperate. Of course, there is a big reason why he is willing to come back because ...

A woman's figure flashed in her mind. But, soon, he was distracted to throw away the shadow. Pulling open the chair and sitting down in front of her, she said with a smile: "Sister, raise your body to give my third brother a baby."

When it comes to baby, she smiles sweetly. Glancing at Tang Yan with a smile on his face, his face was radiant, and he has been obedient since then. He has nothing to drink and never said a word of rejection.

She wants a child.

I want a child myself and Tang Yan.

really want.

She is willing to devote all her feelings to the child, and will never let the child be lonely like herself.

At night, when Tang Yan entered the room, he saw that He was sitting on the bed and playing with his mobile phone. There was medicine on the bedside, but it didn't move. The water was aside and it was cold.

"Looking at your new picture again?" Tang Yan opened the quilt and lay on his side. Put one hand behind your head, squinting at her, squinting, "Baby, come here."

He lay on his chest. Tang Yan opened her scattered hair and glanced at the pill on the bedside, "Why didn't you eat?"

I didn't answer, just handed the phone in front of her. Tang Yan glanced at, she was playing with an app, colorful, many forms, many words.

"what?"

"Date it."

"What day?"

绯 Crimson cheeks, "ovulation period."

Tang Yan understood. A little annoying Tang and Song. Well, what child?

I saw him silent for a while, looked down at him with a little disappointment, "Don't you want a child?"

Tang Yan cares about her hair, "It's not too late to have children when we get married. It's hard to monopolize you and live in a two-person world, wouldn't it be better?"