Good Morning, Mr. President!

I don't know how long I slept, as long as centuries passed. When I wake up, the first thing I feel is pain.

That kind of pain comes from the heart.

It was as if someone was using a razor to pull blood from the heart.

She worked hard and opened her eyes. The dazzling white awns closed her eyes again.

"Woke up?"

The gentle voice of the man sounded in his ears. Hearing this voice, the eyelashes trembled slightly, and a thin layer of mist was over the eyes. She opened her eyes again, aiming at Tang Jun's utterly handsome face. However, it was as if he was suffering and suffering. At this moment, he was a little tired. Under the eyes, there are obvious red bloodshots. But when she woke up, it was a little more comforting.

"... how long have I slept?" She asked mutely. The throat was sore and dry.

Tang Yan held her hand gently, clasped it in her palm, and calmly returned, "Not long, a while."

"I remember ... I seem to have been pushed into the operating room ..." His voice was still dry, his eyes fixed on his face and looking at her, "What happened to me?"

Tang Yan tightened his breath, holding her hand tightly. However, there was a tender smile on his face, and he could not see the slightest flaw. "It's nothing, it's just gotten into the water, and the doctor will give you a comprehensive check."

"... Oh." I had no doubt.

Tang Yan looked at her with burning eyes, and his eyes were mixed with various complex emotions. Instead, he shook his head and comforted him. "You said I didn't have anything ... don't feel guilty ..."

The voice was so soft, but like a sharp blade that could split his heart.

Looking at the clear eyes, thinking of their children who have missed each other, Tang Yan sadly buried her face in her soft palm. The calmness and tranquility of her, the more difficult it was for him to face.

At this moment, the door of the ward was knocked from the outside.

"Little Lord."

Jian Qing's voice sounded outside the door.

Tang Yan straightened his head, raised his head, opened his lips, "Come in."

With Tang Yi's acceptance, Jian Qing pushed in.

Seeing the wakeful cricket on the bed, there was a trace of complicated dark awns in his eyes. I felt as if that look seemed mercy. She felt a pain in her heart.

Only heard Jian Qing whispering, "Jiang Xun and slang came, and said she wanted to see Miss Xun."

The tingling emotions continued to spread in the chest, breeding arrogantly, and finally, like a root that grew stronger and stronger, and grew longer and more lush, vines wrapped around her heart, causing her to stop breathing.

Tang Yan felt her emotions, leaned down comfortably, and touched her face, "Want to see?"

He bit his lip and said nothing. Tears accumulated in the eyes, as if they would fall at any time. Tang Yan looked at his heart and broke his head and said coldly, "Let them go!"

"Wait." Aunt's hand, gently holding Tang Ao's hand. She barely sat up from the bed and looked at Jian Qing, "Let them come in, I want to talk to them."

"Um." Jian Qing nodded and turned around.

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When Slang and Jiang Yan came in, they looked complicated. As soon as Jiang Yan came in, he didn't speak, and tears had fallen. Slang is even more afraid to look into your eyes. In addition, Tang Yan was sternly gazing at them, so the atmosphere in the entire ward was so depressed that people couldn't breathe.

Jiang Yan and Slang also clearly remembered Tang Tang holding a gun against his brain before, so that now he is even more frightened and horrified.

Two people, standing there, couldn't squeeze a word for a long time.

柒 柒 Looking at Jiang 芍 and slang, I already have all kinds of tastes in my heart. She turned her eyes to Tang Yan, saying nothing, but her eyes were already begging. Tang Yan knew her mind, glanced at the slang and Jiang Yan with warning, and when she turned her eyes to her again, she was gentle again.

I nodded.

Tang Xun never looked at the slang any more. When I brought it to my door, I glanced back. He stood just outside the door, and went nowhere, but lit a cigarette, leaned against the door, and smoked. Listen carefully to the movement inside the door.

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In the room, fell into silence.

at last……

"Well, we are sorry for you!" Jiang Ai took the lead and started to take a step forward, staring at her with red eyes, "Aunt never knew this."

Jiang Min mentioned this, and his tears rolled down all of a sudden.

She sat on the bed and looked at them sadly. Today, they are standing in front of themselves, no longer like their true loved ones.

They were more or less with remorse, guilt, and even a little flattering, and bowed their heads like sinners. There is no more intimacy between loved ones in the past.

I just think that at this moment is a stranger. She knew that they came here not only to repent for the uncle, but to ask for themselves.

She just stared at the slang, with a hazy mist, and said, "You don't really want to talk to me, but you want to lead me to the supermarket. You help the group and kidnap me, don't you?"

just like……

Uncle did not sincerely ask her to live with her uncle, but only held her hostage ...

I had no strength all over, but the words spoken were as heavy as stones. Speaking out, seemed to question and smashed into the air.

Slang bit his lip and remained silent. Silent.

Jiang Yan glanced at the slang and looked at him again, explaining for his daughter: "Hey, your sister is not as bad as you think ..."

"Auntie, I just want to listen to her. I want to hear her tell me!" What's so bad about not thinking? She originally thought that Uncle was not as bad as he thought, but what happened? !! What dare she think about it today? She really doesn't dare to think about anything ...

"I ... didn't really want to talk to you." Slang finally spoke. Speaking out, the tone was like relief.

"Slang!" Jiang Yan sang and stared at his daughter. Why bother to say this now to make you sad? They are here to ask for help today. Moreover, I have become so sick now.

Slang does not mean to suppress these words, and looked up at him, "Hey, how do you let me talk to you? You know how much I like Tang Yan, but you insist With Tang Yan. Have you thought about my feelings for a second? Say hello to me as my elder sister, if you really are my elder sister, how can you treat me like this? My sadness, my embarrassment, mine Can't be alone, have you considered it? "

Jiang Yan also did not expect that there was such a reason, and for the first time, he knew that the original slang also admired Tang Luo.