Tingyun turned his eyes and said, "It's okay." His voice was cold and magnetic, like a glass of red wine from the ages.
The car was very quiet, and Tingyun had just heard the girl crying and questioning on the other side of the phone.
"Where are you?" Duan Sisi stopped feeling emotional and asked, "Who are you with? Mo Jingyao, do you have a boyfriend?"
"No, no." The girl withdrew her gaze and said awkwardly, "I'm in New York, and the Writers Association will have an event. Anyway, what happened in the past few hours is a bit strange. Let me tell you again."
"Woo woo..." Duan Sisi started crying again, "Jingyao, how could he treat me like this? He said his mother was sick... He said he wanted to come to my house to propose marriage, and he said he wanted to marry me."
Tingyun also heard these words clearly. He leaned against the back of the chair and looked forward.
Mo Jingyao couldn't comfort her in the car, "I've caught the adulterer in bed, you still choose to forgive me, you can reflect on yourself!"
After saying that, she hung up the phone.
Sighing, she turned her eyes and looked out the window again, suddenly becoming nervous, "Oh no, I'm going to Times Square!"
Then he turned his eyes to Tingyun, "Sir, thank you for your business today. I will go back to Jiangcheng to invite you to dinner! Find a place to park in front, I have something to do!"
"Writers Association?" Tingyun turned his eyes to her and asked, "Are you a writer?"
Mo Jingyao was a little embarrassed, and this topic kept embarrassing her.
She is a writer, but she always jokes that she is the kind of person who lives at home all year round.
Tingyun believes in her identity.
Because she could feel a feeling and a faint and indescribable temperament.
"Hello, my name is Tingyun." He stretched out his hand and looked into her eyes.
Tingyun?
This name fits his temperament.
She also stretched out her hand generously, "Mo Jingyao."
The temperature in the palm briefly gathered and intertwined, then let go, the car pulled over, Tingyun pointed, "That's Times Square."
"..." Mo Jingyao was stunned, "It seems you are very familiar with New York?" Then Zhan Yan smiled and said to him while opening the car door, "Goodbye!"
Tingyun looked at her figure like a rabbit and ran towards the square.
When the car started, he turned his eyes and looked out the window until the small figure disappeared from sight.
Jiangcheng.
Boai Hospital.
Li Mi took Ding Yichen to enjoy the scenery next to the artificial lake downstairs and took him to do vocal training.
"Blow this ball up and give it a try?"
The little boy sat quietly on the bench. After a period of medication, he stopped drooling and looked much cleaner.
The hair is black and thick, and the facial features are quite delicate.
Li Mi squatted in front of him and handed a professional vocal trainer to his lips.
The siblings gathered together.
Ding Yichen slowly raised his hand and took the trainer from his sister's hand. He opened his mouth, bit it, and began to blow.
He understood his sister's words and acted as directed.
This made Li Mi feel very relieved, and a smile appeared on her beautiful face, "Yi Chen is so awesome, come on, try again and see if she can blow it together?"
"Well, it's great, keep going!"
"Sister will count you, three, four..."
After blowing for a while, Li Mi felt that he was very hard and tired of his cheeks, "Stop, it's OK."
Take the trainer from my younger brother, Li Mi stood up and stroked his head docilely, "Yichen is so awesome, sister loves you."