Mr Bo's Spoiling His Sweet Wife

On that day, Tang Shi packed up his things and left the hospital. He happened to meet Bo Ye, who was deliberately waiting here. Maybe he needed to explain it well with Tang Shi. But Tang Shi came quietly and met his eyes, but he just said, "excuse me."

Excuse me.

He waited for a loan from her.

At that moment, Bo Ye felt the heartbreak that he had not easily put together

Looking at the Tang poetry passing by him, it is clear that the distance is so short, but it seems like ten thousand light years.

He exhausted everything and could never return to her.

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when Tang Shi got out of the hospital, he rushed to the company just before work time. Cong Shan still didn't come back. The studio was a bit boring without him.

"Oh, I miss Cong Xiaosan's days."

"Little moon lies on the table," finished, our studio facade big handsome guy disappeared. "

"Or call the police?" Fangfang looked at the green dinosaur, and a long was looking at the structure of the mannequin again. He noticed Fangfang's eyes and immediately said, "no, no, I think San San is missing for a period of time and will come back."

"How do you know?" Lao Wang looked at him, "what if something happened?"

"Let's not guess at random. We've always been very stable in our work. Wait a minute." Tang Shi didn't know whether to comfort others or to comfort himself. Looking at the empty position beside him, he remembered that when he saw Congshan for the first time, he poked his head out of a pile of scribbles and handed her a piece of instant coffee in his sleepy eyes.

So close, as if yesterday. It was so far away that everything disappeared.

"Without Congshan, the burden of fashion design will be on the shoulders of Goddess again." Lao Wang flew over to a quick coffee and said, "thank you! Don't quit. Instant coffee is yours! "

If Tang poetry also left, the studio would not be able to bear such a big blow?

Tang Shi laughs and catches Lao Wang's coffee

The daily micro blog of the studio has not been changed for a long time. On this day, the little moon opened and sent a message: on the seventh day after three or three missing, I miss him.

"The chief handsome man of" love development "studio is missing

"My God, I'm so worried! Is something wrong? "

"Sick? Or is the job transferred? Well, why don't you do it? We all run for him

"That's it! Is dawn the only one left in CP? Will she be lonely? "

"The big guy is still short of people. College students don't need money for internships."

Without Congshan, it's like missing an important labor force. We found that only Cong Shan can finish the difficult work at night. When the rest of the people share the burden, they are tired. They miss Congshan and scold him, "shit! When will this boy come back! Don't you want us! " Little moon said very wronged, "men are sentimental! Break it if you say it! When you say it's over! "

" in this way, I'm going to mobilize my father's entertainment company to dig out his family address! Stop him at his door

"I'm in favor of it. Go ahead and block him. Tie him up and take him back to the studio. Press it in front of the computer. If you don't finish, you won't eat." Old Wang turned his pen. "Fangfang, go quickly. If Cong Xiao doesn't come back, it depends on you."

"So cruel?" Fangfang scolded, "no, no, in case he is a big man in the underworld, then I offended him and didn't want to hang up. You'd better wait for him to come back. "

In a dark corner, the man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, took out the mobile phone hidden behind the mural and opened it with pain.

Many people ask him why he can't come to work. He can't reply. Once he replies, his family will find out.

After looking at the official blog of the studio recently, I saw the tone of little moon and said that Cong Xiaosan was not coming. The studio missed him very much.

The man rarely smiles and pulls down. He sees a comment saying, only dawn is alone. Will he be lonely.

He held his finger on the page for a long time, then quickly closed the page and put the phone back.

Dawn, Tang poetry, that woman.