: 1152.. Wonders in the industry

Don Juan looked at the cold, and for a while did not speak.
I was a little embarrassed to see it by Tang Yin. I coughed coldly. "Look at me like this, I will misunderstand."
"What is wrong?"
"..." This man is really stupid or can't understand. "" Misunderstanding you like me!"
Don Juan smiled. "A man like me, is he still qualified to like others?"
"Well, can you tell your secret? This lady is a little impatient!"
"ok, you decided to listen?"
"Yes!"
Tang Yan stood up and walked close to the cold, standing in front of her.
Uncle Tang came so suddenly, the distance between the two was so close, the cold and quiet were somewhat confusing, and the little deer in the heart collided, and could not help but step back a few steps. "Speak secrets, tell secrets, why do you want to..."
When she hadn't finished talking, Tang Yan pulled her into her arms and then leaned closer to her ear and said softly. "I only sell ‘art,' don’t sell, body!

The cold eyes are fierce and wide, and the hands are licking their mouths, feeling the rhythm of the nosebleeds!
No, no? !
Didn't she get it wrong? !
Uncle Tang only sells art? !
It’s really a night of talks than the night!
Now in this society, there are still people who do small white faces to do this!
Even if she is a rich woman, she is looking for a man. It must be very strong to find it first. Moreover, Uncle Tang is still so beautiful, and he has been with him for a long time. Which woman is not confusing!
Swallowing and swallowing, cold and vomiting and vomiting.. "You are so secluded, do you know your employer in advance?"
"They know."
Know... know that it is still packed?
Cold and quiet, almost a dog's blood spurted out, Uncle Tang, do you make money like this?
"Wait, wait a minute," like thinking of something, cold and stunned. "You have been men, have you ever been?"
"Some thoughts, I refuse."
Wow, it’s really Uncle Tang who lives in the story of ‘fairy tale’.
"If I want you to accompany me for a month, are you only selling art?"
Tang Yan raised an eyebrow and raised his mouth slightly. "If it is a cold little sister, I will consider it."
I don't know why, cold and happy, she is more happy than the average person.
"Cold and quiet."
"Ok?"
"If you give money, it's just an employment relationship. Don't think about it elsewhere. It's good for everyone."
"..." In the cold heart, a slight glimpse, a decision was made in my heart, and the hand quickly pressed the confirmation button. "Come, lose your own account."
Tang Hao took the cold cell phone and hesitated when he entered it. "Your savings will not be just 50,000 yuan? Don't spend all of it on me..."
"Which is so much nonsense! If you lose, you will lose!"
Tang Yan pumped his eyebrows, entered his bank, number, and then handed it back to Leng You.. "The last time I confirmed it. I want to be clear."
Cold and fast press the confirmation button.. "Ok, Uncle Tang, you are my person this month. I will count it today, late at night, let's rest."
After the words, cold secluded turned and left.
The money just came over, the little sister disappeared so fast? !
Tang Wei was on the spot, and he still thought about how to make her happy!
On the second day after the rescue, Cheng Yulan woke up.
Azi had not closed her eyes all day and night, so she looked at her mother quietly.
She was afraid of blinking, and her mother was gone.
"Little purple..."
"Mom! You woke up. Wait a moment, I called the doctor over." Said, Azi pressed the emergency call button.
Soon the doctor arrived and gave Cheng Yulan a detailed physical examination. After a while, the doctor asked Azi. "The patient is weak and needs careful care."
Without the doctor's reminder, Azi also knows to do this. "Well, I will take care of my mother."
When the doctor left the ward, Azi chased it out. "Doctor, my mother has always been very stable, how can it become like this?"
"Ms. Azi, your mother is suffering from terminal brain cancer, and it is life-threatening at any time. There is no such thing as stable. Ms. Cheng’s cancer has spread to the whole body. Now what we can do is to continue her life as much as possible. Time limit. Ms. Azi, you are still... ready to be prepared."
Azi's face was white, and all of a sudden, she felt the whole world was dark.
Child wants filial piety, but the pro is not...
This is the greatest sorrow in the world.
Mother is only in her fifties, so soon...
She really envied the parents of others who can live more than 90 years and more than 100 years old, really envious, so envious.
The eyes were red, and the tears would flow out at any time. Azi took a deep breath and stabilized her emotions.
Walking back to the ward, Azi smiled. "Mom, do you know what the doctor said? He said that your situation has improved and there is hope for recovery!"
Cheng Yulan has some broken eyes and a slight shine.. "Really?"
"Of course it's true! It's a puppy that lie to you." She would rather be a puppies for a lifetime, beside her mother.
"That's really... very good." Cheng Yulan smiled faintly. "If the situation improves, then the chemotherapy will not be done?"
"That can't be done! The situation does not mean that you don't have to receive treatment. Mom, you have to be a little bit, after waiting for you, let's go around the world?"
"Okay, okay." Cheng Yulan was awkward. "Go and go around the world, go see, family, how happy."
The dream of her life is to go and see with the most beloved ones.
Unfortunately, she thought for a lifetime, looking forward to a lifetime, to this point, she knows that it is impossible.
"Come, take the medicine first." Azi handed the medicine to the mother's mouth. "After eating the medicine, I will eat for an hour."
"This medicine, can you not eat?" Anti-cancer drugs have very serious side effects, whether it is a headache, or nausea, the internal organs will be painful.
"No! You can get better if you take medicine. Obey." Azi licked his mother like a child. "Come, open mouth, um, oh."
When I was young, my mother raised herself, my mother was old, and the children took care of her mother.
She is a child who will never grow up in her mother's eyes. After decades, her mother is a child in her eyes.
Cheng Yulan sighed. "This medicine is going to eat... I don't want to eat anything. What should I do?"
"Then drink soup. Or eat porridge. Forget it, I am going to buy fried chicken, do you eat?"
Cheng Yulan laughed. "Children's stuff, fried chicken with beer."
"Yes, you eat fried chicken, I drink beer. We are a couple."
The mother and the daughter smiled happily. Azi sat next to Cheng Yulan, and said something to her mother, whispering, and her mother was happy.
The doctor said that if the patient is in a bad mood, the disease will worsen. If you have a good mood every day, you may not get medicine.
Still someone is getting medicine without it!
Although it is a miracle, it is actually happening, or a miracle will happen to the mother.
Because she is a lucky one, the miracle has happened to her, so she believes that the mother will be better.
Outside of Cheng Yulan's independent ward, Luo Wenchong stood for a while, and from the soundproof glass, he saw a very warm picture.
Very warm and beautiful.
His lips smashed into a straight line, holding the latest medicine from Yi Yuntian. If it is effective, he has to deal with it. It may be...
Shortly after dawn, Tang Yan went directly to Dylan to see Dylan's dark circles, and he dared not sleep well last night.
"Early, I want to talk to you about something. Is it convenient now?"
"After half an hour." Throwing this sentence, Dylan closed the door.
Tang Yan stood outside the door, staring at the children now, is it so ‘clear and neat?’
"Is it right?" Ai Wen sat up and licked a sorrow.
"Yeah." Dylan made a big yawn, nestled in the bed, and naturally held Ai Wen. "Wake up and talk."
"You just didn't let people wait for you for half an hour? Still sleeping?"
"Let him wait for his honor! I am too lazy to take care of the average person!"
"But you still take care of him."
Evan’s words were a bit unpleasant, and Dylan opened his eyes and looked at him.
How? You’re weird.

"Nothing." Ai Wen sighed and stroked Dylan's hair. "Do you really want him to be your bodyguard?"
"Wrong! It's a bodyguard, not a bodyguard. If you can get close, you will only have one."
Ai Wen’s heart was slightly sweet..
Well, one is close to the body, one is not close to the body. So there is a man next to the young man...

"Stop!" It became more and more unreasonable. Dylan lifted his hand and interrupted Ai Wen’s words. "Small Wenwen, what do you want to say?"
"I don't want to say anything, just to tell the truth." Ai Wen's eyes glimpsed, don't open his face.
Dylan sat up, reached out and pulled his face back, looking straight at his eyes. "Avon, say, who are you?"
"I am the deacon of the young master."
"Wrong! Say it again."
"I am the young bodyguard of the young master."
"last chance!"
Ai Wen slowed down.. "I am... your man."
"Right," Dylan nodded with satisfaction. "Since you are my man, so man, please explain clearly. Do you not like Don Juan?"
In the words, Ai Wen’s eyes flashed a few times.
Young Master, even if I am your man, you are my master. So I have no right to interfere with what you do.

"You now have a lot of power. This power includes interfering with the decisions I made. To be honest, you don't like Don Juan, right?"
Ai Wen was silent for a while. "I just, don't like him by your side."
Dylan picked an eyebrow. "That's jealous."
"Cough!" Ai Wen held Dylan's hand. "Young Master, I am off duty. You are my master, I have to accept anything you do. Sorry."
Dylan’s mouth twitched with a sly smile.
That is, you are really jealous!

Ai Wen closed his eyes.. "Yeah." △△
"Is it bad to be jealous?"
"……Ok."
"Ha ha ha!" Suddenly, Dylan laughed. "Look at you and so many maids, I know that I am in a mood!"
After hearing this, Ai Wen finally knows Dylan's true intentions!
He is a deacon of the Dylan family. Of course, it is the most normal thing to arrange family work every day. Contact with the maids is the most normal thing. Master Dylan even jealous of this!
Ok, really, the vinegar that Dylan has eaten is enough.
It is a veritable big vinegar tank.