Qingwu was snoring a little, with a look of complete merit and virtue on her pink face.
But when she was awakened by the crisp and sharp collision of pots and pans in the kitchen, the blue-black panda eyes told her that Xiaoqiang could not be beaten to death, and similarly, the certain one could not be beaten to death.
Ling Yansen came out with a glass of water, glanced at her coolly, and smiled very warmly, "Why are you awake? You were snoring so loudly just now."
"There is a symphony playing in the kitchen, and my earth-shattering snores are naturally dwarfed by comparison!" Qing Wu smiled without a smile. Except for the white eyeballs that turned out to be white, the entire eye sockets were black and blue.
, smokier than smoky makeup.
Ling Yansen paused, his back stiff, and he calmly walked into the bedroom holding the water.
Qingwu lay down helplessly, being tortured by the god of sleep, she really couldn't hold on any longer...
However, after a while, there was another burst of crackling, and Ling Yansen passed the sofa with a filled water glass, with a look of surprise on his face, "Why are you awake again?"
"Are you thirsty?" In fact, what she wanted to say was, if you don't feel thirsty in the morning, you won't be thirsty in the evening, but you chose now, Ling Pervert, what are your intentions!
Ling Yansen looked at the untouched water in the cup and nodded naturally, "Your dinner is too salty."
"..."
God knows! Their taste is also light, and she is not a fool. How could she not pay attention to it and put less salt when cooking?
When Ling Yansen walked into the bedroom and poured the full glass of water into the potted plant on the bay window, the door was suddenly kicked open with great force. Qing Wu bent her waist, struggling to carry a large wooden bucket, and slammed it to the ground.
Pushing it in, "A bucket of water is enough for you to drink for one night!"
The man who was struggling to pour the water was petrified.
Qingwu looked at his hand stretched out above the potted plant. The cup in his hand was still in the position of pouring water. She smiled sinisterly, with a ferocious look in her eyes, "Then, use it slowly."
Turn around and slam the door shut.
In the bedroom, the man standing by the window looked at the bucket of water at the door in horror. His short, lean hair became messy in the night wind at the speed of light.
Sure enough, I got retribution...
The next morning, before six o'clock.
On the empty airport runway in the countryside, a Bombardier Challenger 850 large business jet was parked steadily on the runway.
Dwarfed by it, was an Aston Martin driving from far and near. Ling Yansen got out of the car and handed the car keys to the ground crew. His handsome eyebrows were frowning, his lower eyelids were dark and dark, and his face was dark.
It doesn't look good.
After getting on the plane, I put down my business bag, rolled up my sleeves tiredly, asked the flight attendant to get a cup of coffee, and then sunk my heavy and weak body into the luxurious and comfortable sofa chair.
Zhou Jirong put down the newspaper and came over, raised his eyebrows, and said in a sour tone, "Hey, here you go! Look at your overindulgence. Did you and your sister-in-law stay up all night to do homework last night?" After that, he took pictures in a serious manner.
He patted Ling Yansen's slumped broad shoulder and said sincerely, "Brother, I advise you to take it easy. Mr. Confucius said it well, a young man doesn't know how valuable seeds are, but when he comes to see a female, he is so sad!"
"Get out of here! Pull your mother's balls!" Ling Yansen waved his hand, and his bony fingers accurately poked the paws on his shoulders. He heard a howl with satisfaction, and he let go with a smile.
Zhou Jirong had a dark face and became angry. He walked to his seat without chewing and sat down on the newspaper. When he had time, he started his long journey with his mouth open, "President
As the president, he and his wife can stay up all night doing homework and lingering until dawn, but we, like Xiao Luo, have to knock on the door of the director of the Civil Aviation Administration four hours in advance in the middle of the night to declare the route and ask for approval!"
Ling Yansen raised his eyebrows and said calmly, "You can leave these matters to Lin Wencai, he will handle them better than you, so I don't have to receive a complaint call from the Minister of Civil Aviation Administration at five o'clock in the morning!"
"..."
Zhou Jirong was stunned, and then he bowed his head in silence with self-awareness. In order to make the plane take off on time last night, he did use some drastic measures and almost broke the poor door of the minister's house...
At this time, Lin Wen came out of the bathroom, picked up a stack of information and put it on Ling Yansen's desk, "Master, take a look."
Ling Yansen straightened his face, browsed quickly, and then raised his head, "Are you sure it's a match? Don't make it like before. The other party's purpose is to make money. It's a waste of time and money!"
Lin Wencai looked at Zhou Jirong.
Zhou Jirong came over and said, "It should be reliable. We faxed Maomao's blood type and liver function test results in advance. The doctor on the other end said there is great hope."
Ling Yansen looked solemn, "I have been looking for her for so many years, but my hope has always been slim. Maomao will be six years old this year. I really hope she lives a little longer so that I can find a match."
Zhou Jirong paused, hesitated for a long time, and finally couldn't help but said, "Madman, why do you bother so much? The person who best matches Maomao's organs is far away and right in front of you! That woman has never thought about it.
Whatever Maomao has done, it’s time to let her..."
"If you don't understand, don't jump to conclusions! As long as I still have some ability, I want to live a clean life and never have anything to do with that woman again!" Ling Yansen's face darkened, and the meridians protruding from his temples were crisscrossed.
The knife-like outline looks a bit ferocious for no reason.
Zhou Jirong was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect that he would get angry. He smiled faintly, "Is this really true? Why do I feel that you didn't want to ask the woman for debt because you didn't want your sister-in-law to know about Maomao's life experience?
"
Ling Yansen was stunned, and the hand holding the coffee cup suddenly turned cold. He remained silent, only lowered his head to sip the coffee, and the tip of his tongue touched the hot water. He felt a stick in his neck and swallowed it. Zhou Jirong looked at him like that, half-smiling but not smiling, his eyes