It turns out that she had a good understanding. Just as she was about to dial the phone, Ling Ang called, "Ao Shuang, are you sleeping well?" Although his voice was as gentle as ever, it was very low, less bright as usual
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"An, what's wrong with you? Why is this sound?"
"I've been in the meeting today for too long, my voice is a little tired, and my voice has changed." In fact, he didn't want to tell her that since she left, he has been silent all day, so his voice is low and slightly hoarse.
"Then you have to have a good rest and ask the servant to make some honey chrysanthemum tea for you."
"Well, you should take care of yourself too. The weather in China is different from that in Australia. You should pay attention to adding clothes."
"Well, don't be too tired of working, otherwise I will feel distressed when I see you lose weight next time."
Ling Ang's heart sank a moment. If there was a next time, I'm afraid he would be as thin as a child, and she would definitely thank God earnestly.
But all this is still unknown.
In order to put aside the sad shadow, Ling Ang deliberately joked, "Don't worry, I will keep a charming face no matter what, and wait for your happiness to the Queen."
She couldn't help laughing, "Since that's the case, I will assign you the head of the three palaces and let you command the harem."
"No need to be in charge, I will bring them all to African tribes, and I will occupy the three palaces and six courtyards alone."
She couldn't help but smile slightly. The man just said a few words and leaked his unintentional style of domineeringness.
The two chatted casually for a while before hanging up the phone.
From then on, Ling Ang would call her twice a day, once after she got up, it was the Australian night there, and once before she went to bed, it was the Australian morning.
Both of them said some warm and caring words. Although they couldn't meet, they still felt sweet.
A week later.
On that day, Wang Aoshuang was lying on the bed holding a book and quietly waiting for the phone beside her.
Hearing his gentle voice before going to bed has become her most direct habit. Every night his warm and quiet voice accompanied her to fall asleep like a comfortable lullaby.
But it was late tonight, and his phone still didn't call.
She originally wanted to call him over in person, but she was afraid that he was having a meeting or something would affect his work.
Finally, she looked at the phone screen and began to fall into a daze, and the phone finally rang.
She looked at the name on the screen and felt completely sleepy. She immediately answered in a hurry, "An, you finally called me."
"Sorry, there was a very important meeting this morning, so I postponed the call to you. I'm sorry." His voice was as soft as water, but there was a faint sense of unknown sorrow.
"Well, it doesn't matter. Just be able to hear your voice, it doesn't matter if you're late."
The topic was a little dull, and then a slightly lowered aura flowed out. Ling Ang's voice was slightly hesitant, "Ao Shuang..."
"What's wrong?"
"Well..." His breathing was obviously stuck for a moment, and then pretended to be calm. "It's okay, I just want to tell you that from today on, I will be busy and often go on business trips in other countries. Because of the time difference, I will