Tang Muyang held his cell phone and hesitated for a long time. He really didn't know whether he should call or not. Looking at the dishes on the table, Tang Muyang gritted his teeth and said, "Just die!"
Here Mi Lan was reviewing documents, and her phone vibrated on the table at an inappropriate time.
"Tang Muyang, tell me if you have anything to say! I'm busy right now!" He continued the call without stopping his work. This is Mi Lan, Mi Lan who is capable and not sloppy.
"It's nothing, I haven't seen you for a long time. I missed you..." Tang Muyang's submissive voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Long time? We haven't seen each other for only three or four days. How come it turns into a long time in your mouth?!" Mi Lan was a little confused and speechless.
"This... there is a saying that goes well, one day without seeing you is like three autumns. I... it has been several days, I don't know how many autumns it has been..."
"Okay! Don't be poor, talk about something if you have something to say!" Mi Lan shouted.
"I just... beep... beep... beep..."
Mi Lan stared at the phone in surprise, listening to the line interruption sound coming from the phone, feeling increasingly baffled.
"Really! Isn't this annoying?" she complained speechlessly. Mi Lan put down her phone and continued her work.
Within a few minutes, before a document was approved, Mi Lan stopped. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong. Although Lao Tang was a bit irritated, he would never hang up when he called himself, even if he was in a hurry.
The big thing hung up on his own initiative. Within two minutes, he would definitely come back on his own initiative. This time, something was a little strange.
Full of doubts, Mi Lan dialed Tang Muyang's phone number over and over again, but no one answered the call. What was going on? Could something have happened? Mi Lan then dialed him.
Calling the company's phone number, the secretary told Mi Lan that Tang Muyang had gone back a long time ago and was not in the company.
Nothing will really happen! Mi Lan has one head and two heads! Thinking of this, Mi Lan put down her work, changed her clothes, and drove out of the camp.
Thinking that something might happen to Lao Tang, Mi Lan stepped on the accelerator and accelerated. She drove all the way back home.
Looking at the dark house and Tang Muyang's car parked at the door, Mi Lan was even more confused, "What's going on?! I don't even turn on the lights at home!"
Opening the door, Mi Lan found the switch with familiarity. The moment the room lit up, Mi Lan was shocked. But more importantly, she was furious.
Looking at Tang Muyang sitting on the sofa intact, Mi Lan not only got angry, "Tang Muyang! What are you doing! You don't answer the phone! You don't turn on the lights at home!"
Tang Muyang looked at Mi Lan happily: "Mi Lan, you...you care about me?!"
Hearing these words, Mi Lan became even more angry, "I don't care about you! Tang Muyang, do you know how busy I am now? I'm so busy that I don't even have time to sleep! You still have the guts to do this to me!"
"Milan...Milan, don't be angry, don't be angry! I just...just see that you are too busy and want you to relax!" Tang Muyang quickly defended himself.
"Relax?! Is it time to relax now?! Tang Muyang! You...!"
"Milan, I have no other intention, I just want to have a meal with you. Look, I have cooked so many dishes, and..."
"Tang Muyang! You can't help but make trouble for me! Do you know...!"
"Mi Lan..." Tang Muyang called softly, "Today is your birthday."
In an instant, Mi Lan was stunned, and all her anger was extinguished in an instant. Only he, perhaps only he, would remember his birthday when he had forgotten it, and care about and think about himself all the time.
"Tang Muyang...I..." For a moment, Mi Lan didn't know what to say.
"I'm sorry, Mi Lan, I know you are busy and I still cause trouble to you. If you really can't spare the time, then I will visit you another day..."
Looking at Tang Muyang with a pitiful expression, the softest part of Mi Lan's heart gradually warmed up. "Since the meal is ready, I'll finish the meal before leaving..."
Tang Muyang looked at Mi Lan in surprise, and was so excited that he was at a loss for a moment.
Seeing Tang Muyang's funny look, Mi Lan chuckled softly, "Why are you just standing there stupidly! Go get the dishes and chopsticks..."
"Okay! Okay!" Tang Muyang ran to the kitchen in a hurry.
Looking at the dishes on the table, Mi Lan smiled. Although he knew that Lao Tang's craftsmanship was not very good, it was difficult for him to cook it. The next second, what appeared in front of Mi Lan was a big cake.
It seems that Lao Tang has carefully prepared today. This is not like his style. When did Tang Muyang become so smart?
Ignoring the big cake, Mi Lan crossed her arms and stared at Tang Muyang like she was interrogating a prisoner. "Tell me, who taught these?"
Seeing that the plan was about to be exposed, Tang Muyang quickly denied, "Who...who taught me this? No one taught me..."
"Tang Muyang, tell the truth and I won't punish you..."
"There's really no one... no one."
Mi Lan glanced at him and said, "No one? Okay, you can eat by yourself, I'm leaving." After saying that, she was about to leave.
"Don't... Mi Lan!" Tang Muyang quickly tried to persuade her to stay.
Mi Lan sat back on the stool and said, "Let's talk."
"Yes...he is our son-in-law."
Mi Lan shook her head speechlessly, "Okay, that's great. There are more helpers. Revolver..."
"Milan...you, don't blame him, it's me..."
"Let's eat..." Mi Lan said softly.
"Milan, you haven't cut the cake yet..." Tang Muyang smiled flatteringly. Just kidding, how can you not eat cake on your birthday!
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