President Daddy is super strong

"Shit! Are these paparazzi immoral? Do you want to do this? " He couldn't help it for a moment. He swears.

At the other end of the phone, Zhou Hua said helplessly, "I said Yang Dashao, congratulations. It caught fire overnight. It's better than any publicity of our company."

"Don't talk nonsense, hurry to get rid of public relations!" At this time, he knew that he was in a hurry, shouting at Zhou Hua at the other end of the phone.

"Mr. Mo, I didn't speak. Do you think I can decide?" He just called to remind him of his kindness. As for how to solve this matter next, it depends on the meaning of the president.

He called the president a long time ago, and the president hung up without saying anything, so he can't figure out what the president means.

"I'll call Sir Alex!" In a hurry, Yang Yilin hung up the phone.

On the other side.

Sun Zhenzhen, who just woke up, felt his cell phone under the pillow and was ready to look at the time. As a result, he saw the pop-up entertainment news at a glance.

Originally, it was nothing. She seldom paid attention to these messy things.

But today is not the same, she read a more familiar name.

Yang Yilin?

A striking Title appeared in her eyes, followed by a picture that couldn't be seen in her heart.

Subconsciously reaching for the quilt corner, she quit the news as fast as she could, and then threw her cell phone to one side.

"Scum!" She sat up from the bed with an angry scolding.

Looking at everything in the room, the unbearable memory is like a devil, constantly pouring out to remind her of what happened in the room.

Tightly clenched her fist, she closed her eyes gently and covered all the pain.

It seems that it's time to find a clean place to go out for a wave... Br >

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benevolence hospital.

Sun Zhenzhen came with a big bag.

Push open the door of the ward, quickly change a pair of faces, the voice deliberately with the same joy as the voice of children, "little star, do you want to be a godmother?"

The little guy on the sickbed slowly sat up after hearing the sound. Through this period of cultivation, the wound on his body has almost healed, and he can move slightly.

And the Mu Qiqi who accompanies in front of the hospital bed also hears the sound and stands up. He hurriedly greets sun Zhenzhen, who is carrying a big bag and a small bag, and can't help frowning: "come on, what are you doing with so many things?"

"It's not for you to be my son. Can you manage it?" She said to Muqiqi carelessly. She directly bypassed Muqiqi and let the toys, snacks and fruit baskets on the empty bed.

Then he put out his hand to hold the little guy's ruddy face and said: "Oh, Ganma, be careful with your liver. Does the wound hurt? Let Ganma see where the injury is? "

The little guy narrowed his little eyes towards her and said happily, "it doesn't hurt. I haven't waited for it for a long time. Don't look at it

Sun Zhenzhen frowned. "Why?"

"I don't want to let Ganma feel hurt. Ganma's heart will follow me, my heart will follow me, my mother will follow me, my father will follow me."

After listening for a while, Sun Zhen was really amused. "What you really care about is your father?"

Little guy, keep coaxing her, "you are all my relatives, I care about it. No matter who you are, I will be sad"