Thin-hearted president, don't be too bad

"Then have a good rest and I'll see you again in the evening." Du Yan'an looked at LAN Ziting's back, hesitated and said helplessly.

LAN Ziting has made up her mind to go. No matter what method is used, it is impossible to retain her.

When night falls, the sky is full of stars, and no one will appreciate it anymore. People at both ends of loneliness have their own thoughts. LAN Ziting tosses and turns, but she can't sleep. Du Yan'an lived in the hotel suite. Looking at the delicious food sent by the waiter in front of him, he didn't taste it at all.

Du Yan'an cleaned up everything, saw the mobile phone on the table, then picked it up and dialed a phone.

"Mr. He, I wonder if you have received the gift?" Du Yan'an asked in his usual tone.

He yongyang, who is far away in the United States, is leaning against the back of a chair in a nightclub, with exposed people clinging to dressed animals.

Seeing the phone ring, he yongyang pushed away another woman pressing on him and leaned to one side with a wine glass.

"Yes, I'm very satisfied with Mr. Du's gift." he yongyang recalled that what he received this morning was the money he got after destroying the first company and completing money laundering. The scheduling is carried out according to the agreed allocation in the contract.

"It's my honor to satisfy Mr. He." Du Yan'an immediately returned to the role of a businessman at this time.

"Ha ha ha." even though he yongyang is in a high position, he still likes to hear compliments from others: "I really look forward to Mr. Du's next actions more and more."

"You will still be satisfied," Du Yan'an said confidently.

However, looking at the recent situation of Du's group sent by the assistant on the table, his eyes showed a trace of concern.

"Then I will continue to look forward to it." he yongyang took a sip of the wine in the glass and said with a smile.

Hung up the phone, he yongyang put down his glass, hugged the woman sitting on his side, laughed and said, "today is all mine."

As soon as he said this, everyone who followed him cheered.

"Thank you, Mr. He." the woman smiled, picked up the glass and handed it to he yongyang's mouth.

He yongyang took a drink with great appreciation, and then said to the person sitting on one side, "your vision is very good. The person selected this time is good."

"Thank you, Mr. He." the other party said with compliments.

He yongyang listened with a smile on his face: "it seems that we can keep him for us for some more time."

The jubilation here did not affect Du Yan'an's mood at all.

When he saw LAN Ziting's lonely expression, he even began to doubt whether it was meaningful to do all this?

The beautiful scenery on a good day still can't make people feel a trace of warmth.

The wine in the cup was dry. Du Yan'an turned off the light and went to sleep.

On the table in the room, there is also the information of the next company.

The moonlight outside the window also gradually darkened. Li star announced the dawn in the East and came another morning.

No matter where the hospital is, when and where, there are always too many people wandering here.

LAN Ziting stood up and came to the wash basin. She was about to wash. Just about to pick up the toothbrush cup and look at the lovely pattern on it, all the warm memories poured into her mind for a moment.

The sea breeze blows air on the sea surface, and layer after layer of waves beat on the rocks to carve natural works of art.

With the curtains swaying in the breeze scattered in the air, LAN Ziting and Du Yan'an looked at each other in the mirror with a smile in their eyes, then picked up their toothbrush and began to brush their teeth together.

This is the tacit understanding that they wake up every morning.

If you want to snuggle together, you don't want to separate for a moment.

In reality, LAN Ziting took out the toothpaste expressionless, squeezed it on the toothbrush and put it into her mouth.

It was not the ice lemon flavor she was familiar with, which made her frown involuntarily.

That man only likes to use ice lemon toothpaste, and his stubbornness is terrible. From the day she knew him, she saw that the same toothpaste had always been with him.

Because of this, the housekeeper always prepares many of the same toothpaste for fear that it will be too late to fill it up after use.

LAN Ziting once asked him about it. Out of curiosity, she got the answer because of a very simple reason, that is habit.

Habit is really a terrible thing. When you are used to being alone with you day and night, you can't forget someone's hug.

Even if he rinsed his mouth, he still remembered the faint taste of ice lemon. After brushing his teeth in the morning, Du Yan'an would shamelessly kiss her.

Deep love is brewing slowly between lips and teeth.

In the morning, the bright sun shines on the two people, and the romantic feelings are filled with the whole air, with a pink smell.

Thinking of these, LAN Ziting gripped the washstand with her hands tightly, and her eyes involuntarily shed a lot of tears, cut her cheeks and fell to the ground drop by drop.

The morning is an episode. If you want to have a perfect result, you must pay a price.

LAN Ziting sat on the hospital bed again after hard washing, as if she was waiting for the day of her return.

"Miss LAN, the child can come out of the incubator today." the doctor came in, looked at LAN Ziting's case, and said.

Smelling LAN Ziting's sadness in recent days, she finally showed a smile and asked anxiously, "when?"

"The nurse will inform you." the doctor closed the case, and some indicators have returned to the specified range: "your body is also recovering well."

"When can I leave the hospital?" Lan Ziting asked one by one.

I can't wait to go back to my hometown.

"About five days." the doctor looked at the patient in such a hurry and was very helpless. He just suggested at the end: "don't worry too much. It's not as important as your body at any time now."

LAN Ziting also understands these principles, but as long as she thinks that her parents are watching her in the sky, she is like an ant on a hot pot.

The doctor left, the nurse stayed and distributed things.

In the ward, LAN Ziting had nothing to do. No one came to visit, no one came to greet, and even no one could talk. Only the sound made by the collision of bottles and cans held by the nurse.

The nurse came in and inserted the needle into the back of LAN Ziting's hand. The small pain was so familiar that it was so insignificant compared with the depression of body and mind.