Vol 3 Chapter 1152: Wonder in the industry

Tang Jin looked at Leng You and didn't speak for a long time.
Being embarrassed by Tang Jin's look, Leng You lightly coughed: "Look at me like this again, I will misunderstand."
"What's the misunderstanding?"
"..." Is this man really stupid or pretending not to understand: "Misunderstand you like me!"
Tang Jin smiled: "A man like me is still qualified to like others?"
"Alright, can you tell me your secret? This lady is a little impatient!"
"Ok, did you decide to listen?"
"Yes!"
Tang Jin stood up, approached Leng You, and stood in front of her.
Uncle Tang came over so suddenly, and the two of them were still so close, Leng You was a little confused, and the little deer bumped in his heart, and couldn't help but step back: "If you say a secret, say a secret, why do you..."
Before she finished her words, Tang Jin pulled her into her arms, then leaned close to her ear and said softly: "I only sell'art', not my body!"
Leng You's eyes widened fiercely, her hand covering her mouth, feeling the rhythm of nosebleeds coming out!
No, no? !
Did she hear me right? !
Uncle Tang only sells art? !
It's really more than Tian Huang Ye Tan!
In today's society, there are still people who do this with little white faces!
Even if she is a rich woman, she must first find a man who is very strong... Besides, Uncle Tang is still such a beautiful and delicious food, and he gets along with him for a long time, which woman does not "think and think"!
After swallowing, he said coldly, "You're'really good', do those who hire you know beforehand?"
"They know."
Know... Know the package?
Leng You almost spewed out dog blood, Uncle Tang, is there anyone making money like you?
"Wait, wait a minute," Leng You blinked as if thinking of something, "Have you been wrapped up by a man?"
"Some thoughts, I refuse."
Wow, it's really Uncle Tang who lives in the "fairy tale" story.
"If I want you to stay with me for a month, will you only be an artist?"
Tang Jin raised her eyebrows, and the corners of her mouth raised slightly: "If it's Little Sister Leng You, I'll think about it."
For some reason, Leng You felt a burst of joy in his heart, she was special than the average person.
"Lengyou."
"Ok?"
"If you give money, it's just an employment relationship, don't think about it elsewhere. It's good for everyone."
"..." Leng You felt a slight pull in his heart, and made a decision in his heart, and quickly pressed the confirmation button with his hand: "Come, enter your own account."
Tang Jin took Leng You's cell phone and hesitated when typing: "Your savings will only be 50,000 yuan, right? Don't spend it all on me..."
"Which so much nonsense! If you tell you to lose, you lose!"
Tang Jin frowned, entered his bank and number, and then handed it back to Leng You: "I confirmed it for the last time. Think clearly."
Leng You quickly pressed the confirmation button: "OK, Uncle Tang, you will be mine this month. Forget it today, it's late at night, you can rest."
After the words, Leng You turned and left.
The money just came, the little sister disappeared so fast? !
Tang Jin was stunned on the spot, he was still thinking about how to make her happy!
The day after the rescue, Cheng Yulan woke up.
A Zi hadn't closed her eyes for a day and night, just looking at her mother quietly.
She was afraid that in a blink of an eye, her mother would be gone.
"Little Purple..."
"Mom! You woke up. Wait a while, I'll call the doctor over." As he said, Zi pressed the emergency call button.
Soon the doctor arrived and gave Cheng Yulan a detailed physical examination. After a while, the doctor told A Zi: "The patient is weak and must be taken care of."
Without being reminded by the doctor, Zi knew how to do this: "Well, I will take care of my mother every step of the way."
When the doctor left the ward, A Zi chased him out: "Doctor, my mother has always been in a stable condition, how did it suddenly become like this?"
"Ms. Azi, your mother is suffering from terminal brain cancer and her life is in danger at any time. There is no such thing as a stable condition. Ms. Cheng's cancer cells have spread throughout the body, and what we can do now is to extend her life as much as possible. Time limit. Ms. Zi, you still... be mentally prepared at any time."
Azi's face turned pale, and all of a sudden, she felt that the whole world was dark.
The son wants to be filial, but the dear is not...
This is the greatest sorrow in the world.
My mother is only in her fifties, so soon...
She really envied other people's parents who could live more than ninety and one hundred years old. She was really envious and envious.
His eyes were flushed, tears would flow out at any time, and A Zi took a deep breath, stabilizing his emotions.
Walking back to the ward, Azi smiled: "Mom, do you know what the doctor said just now? He said that your condition has improved and there is hope of recovery!"
Cheng Yulan's already somewhat broken eyes lit up slightly: "Really?"
"Of course it's true! It's a puppy who lied to you." She would rather be a'puppy' for a lifetime and stay by her mother's side.
"That's really... great." Cheng Yulan smiled faintly: "If the situation improves, then there is no need to do the chemotherapy later?"
"That won't work! The improvement doesn't mean that you don't need treatment. Mom, you have to be good, and when you are better, let's go around the world, OK?"
"Okay, okay." Cheng Yulan looked forward to: "Walk around the world, go and see, how happy it is for a family."
Her lifelong dream is to walk and see with the most beloved person.
Unfortunately, she thought for a lifetime, and hoped for a lifetime. At this point, she knew it was impossible.
"Come on, take the medicine first." Azi handed the medicine to her mother's mouth: "After taking the medicine, take something in an hour."
"Can you not take this medicine?" Anti-cancer medicines have very serious side effects, such as headaches or nausea, the internal organs will still aches and pains.
"No! Take medicine obediently to get better. Obedient." Azi coaxed her mother like a child: "Come on, open your mouth, um, so good."
When I was young, the mother raised herself, the mother was old, and the children took care of the mother.
She is the child who will never grow up in the eyes of her mother. After decades, her mother will be the child in her eyes.
Cheng Yulan sighed: "Take this medicine...I don't want to eat anymore. What should I do?"
"Then have soup. Or porridge. Forget it, I'm going to buy fried chicken for you?"
Cheng Yulan laughed: "Children's stuff, fried chicken with beer, right."
"Yes, you eat fried chicken and I drink beer. We are a couple."
The mother and daughter smiled happily. Azi sat next to Cheng Yulan, talking to her mother and whispering to make her happy.
The doctor said that if a patient is in a bad mood, the disease will get worse. If you are in a good mood every day, you may get better without medicine.
Some people really healed without medicine!
Although it was a miracle, it actually happened, or the miracle would happen to the mother.
Because she is a lucky person, a miracle has already happened to her, so she believes that her mother will get better.
Outside Cheng Yulan's independent ward, Luo Wenchong stood for a while, and he saw a very warm picture from the soundproof glass.
Very warm and beautiful.
His lips pressed into a straight line, and he held the latest medicine sent by Yi Yuntian in his hand. If it works, what he has to deal with may be...
Soon after daybreak, Tang Jin went directly to Dylan, seeing Dylan's dark circles under his eyes, dare to feel that he didn't sleep well last night.
"Morning, I want to talk to you about something. Is it convenient now?"
"In half an hour." Dylan closed the door after dropping this sentence.
Standing outside the door, Tang Jin muttered in his heart that the children nowadays are so ‘simply and neatly’ in everything?
"Is Tang Jin right?" Aiwen sat up, with a touch of sadness in his eyes.
"Yeah." Dylan yawned, fell into the bed, and naturally hugged Aiwen: "Wake up and talk about it."
"Didn't you just let people wait for you for half an hour? Still sleeping?"
"It's his honor to let him wait! I don't even bother to take care of ordinary people!"
"But you still pay attention to him."
Irvine’s words were a bit wrong, Dylan opened one eye and looked at him: "What? You are weird."
"Nothing." Ivan sighed and stroked Dylan's hair: "Do you really want him to be your personal bodyguard?"
"Wrong! It's a bodyguard, not a personal bodyguard. You are the only one who can be personal."
Alvin felt a little sweet in his heart: "Well, one is close to the body, and the other is not close to the body. Then there will be a man beside the young master..."
"Stop!" Perceiving that the wrong path is getting worse, Dylan lifted his hand and interrupted Irving's words: "Xiao Wenwen, what do you want to say?"
"I don't want to say anything, it's just a statement of the facts." Aiwen's eyes darkened slightly, and his face was turned away.
Dylan sat up, stretched out his hand to pull his face back, and looked straight into his eyes: "Ivan, say, who are you?"
"I am the young master's deacon."
"Wrong! Say it again."
"I am the young master's bodyguard."
"last chance!"
Alvin slowed down: "I am... your man."
"Right," Dylan nodded in satisfaction: "Since you are my man, so man, please speak clearly. Do you dislike Tang Jin?"
In the words, Aiwen's eyes flickered a few times: "Master, even if I am your man, you are still my master. So I have no right to interfere with what you do."
"You have a lot of power now, and this power includes interference in the decisions I make. Honestly, you don't like Tang Jin, do you?"
Alvin was silent for a while: "I just don't like him by your side."
Dylan raised his eyebrows: "That's jealous."
"Cough!" Ivan shook Dylan's hand: "Master, I have overstepped my job. You are my master. I have to accept anything you do. I'm sorry."
Dylan smiled slyly at the corner of his mouth: "That is to say, you are really jealous!"
Aiwen closed his eyes: "Yeah."△△
"It feels uncomfortable to be jealous, right?"
"……Ok."
"Hahaha!" Suddenly, Dylan laughed: "Seeing you are still flirting with so many maids, know how I am in my mood!"
Hearing this, Ivan finally knew Dylan's true intentions!
He is the deacon of the Dylan family. Of course, he has to arrange family work every day, and contact with the maids is the most normal thing. Master Dylan is even jealous of this!
Well, if that were the case, then Master Dylan would be jealous enough.
It's a veritable big vinegar jar.