Good Morning, Mr. President!

"I'm going to have an operation in two days, and I want to be discharged today." Yong Yong's eyes looked around everyone, and finally, he paused on his face, "Oh, you go back with me."

"Ok?"

"Don't you and Mo Xun have divorced, now living with Tang Yan, the name is not right, let's say ..." Wu Yong paused for a moment, "I don't know how long I can live. Now, my family, can Stay two more days together for two more days. "

When Yong Yong said this, everyone was in a state of sorrow. Even though slang is reluctant to see you, at the moment, it is shrouded in sorrow and there is nothing to disagree with.

I was sad, and naturally would not refuse, nodded directly.

Tang Yan knew that his attachment to his affection did not stop her. I was rather surprised by this. I didn't expect Tang Li to speak so well this time.

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When the Yong family returned home, they saw a lot of security inside and outside the community, and were constantly patrolling. Especially on the floor where they lived, someone came up and took a look at the baton.

"I don't know what's going on today. There are many security guards in the community all of a sudden, and all of them are strangers. Listening to the property is to protect our safety. Our community has not been out for so many years. What's the matter, do you need such a protection law? "

"That's right, look at it now, look at it later, it always makes people feel hairy. It's like something big."

All the way upstairs, I heard neighbors complaining.

Wu Yong frowned, as if thinking of something. Jiang Yan listened and asked, "Are there any major issues in this area while you were away?"

Qi Yong set his sights on Qi, what he wanted to say, in the end, he just said, "Nothing can happen. Let them turn."

I didn't associate it with myself at all, I don't know who was arranged by him.

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My family has only two beds. Ying Yong and Jiang Yan slept, and the rest of the bed was slang. Throughout the day, the slang did not say a word to her. At night, I had to hold the quilt and lie on the sofa.

Tossed and couldn't sleep. Tang Yan called her and she said a little bit of distress and felt better.

Hanging up the phone, could not help but knocked on the door of slang tentatively.

"Sister, can you talk to me?"

Slanging on the bed was actually sleepless. When I heard her call out to her, she just bit her lip and covered her ears. In my heart, all kinds of discomfort. She knew she was jealous, but not only was jealous, but also ... the pain of being betrayed by her best sister.

The double blow made her really unable to face off and look happy. At least, this time is not possible.

"sister……"

"I'm asleep, don't bother me." Slang lifted the quilt.

Outside, I listened to the indifferent voice, and finally, raised my hand and lowered it again, without knocking on the door again.

Inside, the slang was heard for a while, but no sound was heard, which was unavoidable and a little lost. Does this look like an apology? He flinched in a sentence without any sincerity!

When the slang was thinking, the cell phone sounded at this moment.

The high-pitched bell sounded particularly harsh in such a night. She felt it and looked at it, a string of strange numbers. She didn't think much, just took the phone and stuck it to her ear.

"Hey."

"Ms. Wu." Opposite it was the voice of a middle-aged man, completely strange to slang. However, her name was accurate. She thought that it was the family member of a patient, so she sat up and said politely, "Hello, is there something so late?"

"I've been looking for the Bureau today, and wanted him to cooperate with me to do something. I never thought he wouldn't agree. So, I can only call Miss You, here you are."

I don't know why, in the middle of the night, the voice of this middle-aged man shuddered in the ears of slang. She twisted her eyebrows and leaned back. "Who the **** are you? What do you want my dad to do with you? Let me tell you, if you want my dad to do anything harmful, my dad will not Will agree! "

The other side laughed, "Miss Yun, don't be nervous. You can't do anything harmful. I just want to see another Miss Yun."

"Huh?"

"Ok."

"What do you want to see her for?"

"She is now Tang Ming's current woman. I heard that Tang Ming is holding her as a baby. If you please the young Miss, please don't be afraid to please you. Say no? So, the person who wants to see her is not only me, but I ’m afraid of thousands and thousands. But your dad just does n’t want to hold me this red thread, I just have to find Miss You.

Slang heard in my ears, but I felt very unpleasant. She guessed that the other party probably asked Tang Yan, who didn't buy his account there, so he hit his idea here.

She didn't want to listen any more, and just said: "I don't know what Master Tang Men, you ask someone, just ask him to go. I'm hung up!"

Speaking, the phone was about to be spoken. But the next moment, the other party, his voice cold.

"Miss Yun, you have to hang up this phone. But let me remind you: if you dare to hang up today, tomorrow ... until tomorrow, if your dad kills your second uncle, it will Be made public! "

Slang trembled.

I thought I heard it wrong.

"You ... what did you say?"

"Your dad hasn't told you that? He's got a lot of fishy hands. Also, you are his daughter, after all, he still wants to maintain his glorious image of integrity and honesty, right? But you also know This position of the director was originally your uncle's ... if he didn't kill your uncle, how could he be there now? "

"You're talking!" The slang sounded excitedly. "I don't allow you to slander my dad!"

"Did you stigmatize, you measure it yourself. Or, tomorrow you went to ask your father yourself. Asked if he killed your uncle, and asked him if he knew me or not-yes, I forgot to introduce myself to you. My surname is Yuan. My name is Yuan Li. If you don't dislike it, you can call me Uncle Li. "

Slang was pale. She was going to hang up almost immediately. However, I suddenly remembered in my mind that he used to be so determined that Tang Ye was not the murderer who killed his second uncle.

Difficult, really ...

She was drumming in her heart. The hand to hang up was shaking, but he didn't dare to move.

In the end, he only said, "You and I say this, what do you want to do?"

"It's simple. I want to see Miss Yun."