Her Sniper

When Wu Ma came back to the attic with a plate of steamed bass, Mrs. Jiang was kneeling in the Buddhist hall, putting her hands on her chest and praying for Buddha with her eyes closed.

"What did the old lady ask for this time?"

Mrs. Jiang slowly opened her eyes, "what else can I ask for? Of course, I'm looking for a great grandson! Did you just hear Dylan say that Mo Chen and Shi Shi have made up! As soon as these two children make up, they have to give birth to a great grandson for me? I've been waiting for three years! "

Wu Ma said with a smile, "yes, I have to hurry up."

"Ah, no, it's better to have a wedding first and then have a baby. Otherwise, some people with broken mouths will point at us and say bad things about our poems."

Wu Ma didn't speak.

But she knew in her heart who was the person that Mrs. Jiang was talking about.

In the whole family, the second young master and young lady seldom go home. Mr. Jiang's army never talks much, so he is the only one left.

Wu Ma said: "I just met my wife in the kitchen. She said she had an appointment in the afternoon. She was very happy."

Old Mrs. Jiang went to wash her hands, dried them with a towel and said, "is there anyone else who would like to call her now? The Jiang family didn't know how to feel sorry for her. They talked to her like a Xianglin sister-in-law every day. Fortunately, Binbin is smart and doesn't follow her. "

"It's not easy, madam..."

"Who is easy to be a wife or a mother to children?" Mrs. Jiang sat down at the table and sighed: "in fact, people are always happy when they are satisfied. She is an example. Her husband can make money, and he is upright. The family is quiet. The two children are very sensible and filial. She doesn't have to worry about anything at all. Isn't it good for her to live a leisurely life? Have to fight, to rob, Binbin himself knows he doesn't have that ability, she is first to son put the shackles on

Said Jiang Binbin, Wu Ma is a more concerned: "old lady, recently two young master did not come back to the news?"

"I haven't heard from him for half a month. Who knows where he is now. This child loves freedom. He has been able to see it since he was a child. He is willing to run all over the world. If you keep him in the office and let him calculate every day, it will make him unhappy. Binbin is still young. Let him do what he wants. When he is over thirty, he is more stable and wants to go back to work in his own company. Doesn't Mo Chen help him to do everything properly? "

Wu Ma nodded: "that is, the young master loves this pair of brothers and sisters most."

"Yes, poetry is also a soft nature. She always regards poetry as an imaginary enemy, without a good helper. If Shishi had come to our house earlier and helped her share the family's affairs, wouldn't she have a higher priority as a mother-in-law? "

While eating the fish, Mrs. Jiang smacked her lips and said, "this fish is very good today. I'll try some poetry some other day."

……

Wen Shishi takes care of herself and goes back to the ward.

Mr. sniper's eyes have been staring at the door, see her figure that moment, finally let go.

Wen's poems can't help feeling sad.

She moved the chair to the bedside and sat down.

"What's wrong?" She asked.

Mr. sniper shook his head.

As long as she's here, he'll do anything.

Wen Shishi brought up a bowl of porridge, preserved egg and lean meat porridge, and the soup was hot. She stirred it with a spoon.

"Can you eat it yourself?"

Mr. sniper nodded, then paused and shook his head.

Wen Shishi is helpless, which means to feed her.

She scooped up a spoonful with a spoon and cooled it to his lips.

Watch him open his mouth and swallow, and then start to blow a spoonful of cool.

Although Mr. sniper didn't speak, his face was ruddy.

He hasn't eaten all day. He must be hungry.

After a bowl of porridge, Mr. sniper is still a little bit inadequate.

Wen Shishi took another bowl to feed him.

But Mr. sniper refused to eat anything this time.

She blew cold and fed it to her lips. He just tilted his head and gently shook it to indicate that he would not eat.

"Are you full?"

He nodded.

It's strange to have enough to eat.

Such a tall man, can you eat a bowl of porridge?

Dylan only bought two bowls, no extra.

Wen Shishi said: "you are a patient now and need to recover your physical strength, so you have a good meal. I will go out and buy something later."

Mr. sniper resisted or refused to eat.

"Will you be obedient?" Wen Shishi said, "if you don't listen, I'll leave you alone and let Dylan come."

Seeing that she seemed to be a little unhappy, Mr. sniper quickly came over, holding the back of her hand with his big hand and rubbing it, with a kind of kindness and surrender."Drink or not?"

Nod.

The expression on Wen Shishi's face relaxed a little, and he continued to feed him the second bowl of porridge.

After two bowls of porridge, his spirit was completely restored, his complexion was much better, and his eyes were more flexible. No matter where Wen Shishi went, his eyes would stick to where he went, and he was meticulous.

Mr. sniper handed her his cell phone.

Wen Shishi is a little inexplicable: "what do you do for my mobile phone?"

Mr. sniper showed her a reading action.

Wen Shishi understood that Dylan had just left when he said that he had sent all the mail that needed to be handled to his mailbox.

Is he going to read it to him?

The ward was boring, and now there was nothing else to do, so Wen Shishi took it.

His cell phone is extraordinarily simple.

If you don't look at it, you think it's the new machine you just bought. The desktop comes with the system. It's clean and has only one mailbox and one wechat.

She opened the mailbox.

It's a long line of unread messages from Dylan, at least 20 or 30.

She started at the right time and read it to him.

“…… The company's annual meeting will be held for three days in the banquet hall of Hilton Hotel. Due to the large number of people in the company, do you want to hold the annual meeting in batches? "

After reading the poem, Wen looked at him and waited for his next instruction.

Mr. sniper shook his head.

"It doesn't need to be in batches. It's all people, right?"

Nod.

"Good."

Wen Shishi's hands are flying on the keyboard, giving Dylan a reply, and then clicking on the next one.

“…… The light luxury apartment project began to break ground after two years, and the construction party applied to pay half of the project funds in advance for the early equipment purchase and staffing. Is that ok? "

Mr. sniper frowned and shook his head.

"How much do you think is appropriate?"

Mr. sniper made a "0" gesture.

Wen Shishi was a little surprised: "don't you give me any project money?"

As far as she knows, if a real estate is to be built, it must be paid in advance.