Duoduo stood on the bed holding an empty cup, watching her brother sucking milk with towels and tissues. She was very moved, "Brother, you are a man!"
Zhan Zhan raised his eyes and looked at his sister, smiling with his eyebrows and eyes curled, "Just admit it!"
Duoduo, we won’t go to kindergarten from tomorrow, so we will ask the teacher for leave. "Zhan Zhan has a plan, "There are two tasks. The first is to ask about the whereabouts of my mother, and the second is to help my father recover his memory."
"Yeah!!" Duoduo nodded like pounding garlic, "I'll listen to my brother!"
In the study room next door.
Jingting had just hung up the call, but his eyebrows frowned. If the Jieo Group took the lead, it would be a big loss to Jing's family.
At this time, a WeChat video was called in.
It was Yu Mengxi. He hesitated for a few seconds at the name. Maybe he had a job to talk about, right?
So he connected without any warning.
The woman in the video just finished taking a shower, wearing a soft silk V-sling, with long wet hair disguised, and was bent down to pick up the red wine glass on the coffee table.
Her good figure is looming, and Jingting has long since opened his eyes.
"What are you doing?" A sweet voice came. She took a sip of wine and looked at him with a smile, "Are you still in the study?" She didn't seem to care where his eyes were.
She was very happy if he didn't refuse.
"Yes." Jingting held his cell phone in one hand and searched on the bookshelf with the other hand, looking at the bookshelf with his eyes.
"Are you planning to talk to Mei'an Group the day after tomorrow?" she asked.
"almost."
"I'll go with you." Yu Mengxi took the initiative to speak, "I've met Mr. An."
"I remember him." Jingting said in a faint tone, "Look at Mo Fan's time. If he is not busy, I will let him accompany him."
"..." Yu Mengxi was a little embarrassed. Was he rejected?
Why is it so difficult to stay by his side for a while?
She didn't speak, he didn't speak, and even the air was embarrassed.
But she didn't want to hang up the video and looked for topics, "Will you be very late?"
"No."
"That……"
"You go to bed early." Jingting still didn't look at her. He wanted to end it, but he didn't die.
"..." Yu Mengxi still had a lot of words to say to him.
In the end, who called and who took the initiative to hang up, and didn't even say good night.
She deliberately wore a sexy pajama, but ended up playing lonely in front of him.
She was still excited when she thought about marrying him.
The next morning, at exactly five o'clock.
In the villa with sea view, the alarm clock rang on time.
Li Mi woke up from her sleep and reached out to take her phone and turn off the alarm clock.
The letter to him was written last night, with thanks and apologies in it. The word that appears the most frequently is - Sorry.
When she changed her clothes and opened the door, she found Zhang Linmo sitting outside the door.
As soon as the door opened, he fell and woke up.
"Are you awake? Good morning." Zhang Linmo raised his eyes, stood up, his legs a little numb.
Li Mi was frightened and sat outside for a night?
She tried hard to calm her mind.
Two minutes later, in the living room next door.
The two of them sat across the table, and the crystal lamp emitted a bright and bright light.
"It's not dawn yet, where are you going?" Zhang Linmo stared at her, as if it was a roundworm in her belly.
Sitting opposite him, she felt guilty and answered with silence.
At this time, Sister Tan entered the door.
She handed a letter to Zhang Linmo, but she didn't dare to look directly at Li Mi throughout the whole process, so she left after handing it over.
"Are you young?" Li Mi realized something, "You pulled Sister Tan and didn't sleep all night?"
"You are childish." Zhang Linmo opened the envelope in front of her and looked down word by word.
Li Mi saw his eyebrows tightening little by little, and his eyes were filled with air conditioning. To be honest, she felt even more guilty.
After pursing her pink lips, she restless and had to turn her eyes to look out the window.
"Is this what you said to chat tomorrow?" He calmly tore the letter, then threw it into the trash can, raised his eyes and asked in a low voice, "How can you do it? What you promised me is like farting."