The President is Being Shameless Again

He typed: "Yan Yan, you are really too busy if you are not here. I ’ll go first without talking, so take a good rest!"

Yan Beicheng didn't bother to receive the message when he received the message. Is about to put the phone back, ringing the ringtone again, even shaking his palm with vibration.

Yan Beicheng looked down at Lin Chu's mobile phone, but the note did not write Lin Chu's name, but said "glutinous rice."

Looking at this familiar title, Yan Beicheng's eyes became softer, and the corner of his mouth unconsciously raised a warm arc.

Lin Chu's mobile phone number was that he asked Zuo Qiu to find out, and then entered the mobile phone silently without telling Lin Chu that he had her number.

At this moment, the mobile phone was cheerful and shocking, and Yan Beicheng didn't answer it, so he put the mobile phone aside. Until the phone automatically hung up because no one answered, it was not a minute later, and it rang again.

Lin Chu hung up and looked at the phone for a while.

It's even more worrying if you don't answer the phone. She sighed, changed her home clothes, and casually wore T-shirts and jeans. She didn't bother to find any good-looking clothes. It was more convenient to take care of patients. And I'm afraid that Yan Beicheng has no mood to appreciate how well she wears.

As soon as he thought about it, Lin Chu was stunned.

She cares what Yan Beicheng thinks she does.

So he quickly put on his coat and went to the balcony to take off the dried clothes from Yanbei City and put them in the bag. When I picked up the little four corners, my face couldn't stop getting hot, and quickly put it into a separate small bag, throwing it into the paper bag with the clothes. Now my palm is still hot.

Because the small four corners could not be washed together with the outer clothes, yesterday Lin was washing it by hand alone, washing while washing, and the psychological pressure was unprecedentedly great. Now I dare not think about it. I don't know how she insisted on washing last night.

Blushing and packing all these things, I don't know if there are suitable ingredients in Yan Beicheng's home. However, I want to come to the house to take care of them. These trivial things should not be lacking. If I did n’t buy them, I would cook porridge or something at home now.

So Lin Chu took the bag and hurriedly carried things away. There is no direct subway to the place where Yan Beicheng lives, and she is not familiar with it, so she called a taxi with the software and showed the driver the address.

...

Yan Beicheng just boiled a pot of hot water by himself, and the hot water was not poured into the kettle. He directly put the thermometer into the kettle and dipped it. He took out the temperature and almost burst the watch ... ...

So he quickly lowered the temperature of the mouth thermometer, and before it was determined whether the temperature was credible, the doorbell rang.

Yan Beicheng turned on the walkie-talkie, but didn't rush to open the door. He froze for another two minutes and clicked the monitoring button to catch Lin Chu's every move.

Lin Chu saw no one open the door, and frowned and called Zuo Qiu again, "Mr. Zuo, I'm downstairs at Yan Shaojia. It must be 1601, Unit 1, Building 23, Dingcheng?"

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Two more complete ~ I saw a girl asking when it will be on the shelf, if there is no accident, it will be number 16, which will be on next Wednesday ~