At 7:00 pm, the sky was no longer so bright, and the pedestrians on the street looked hurried, from here to there, from there, back and forth, repeating... for life
Most people die at the age of thirty because you have no new imitation every day after you are thirty.
Jiyuan Group
36th floor, General Manager's Office
An Qidong put down the report in his hand, leaned back, leaned against the comfortable leather back chair, and pinched his eyebrows with his hands...
Mr. An, you and Mr. Wang have a dinner together at Tourmaline Pavilion at 8 o'clock tonight
Well, I got it, please give me a cup of coffee. Thank you. An Qidong closed his eyelids slightly, and his fatigue made his head swell.
OK, you can wait
The pointer walked to 11 o'clock, but there was still no movement outside the door
An Nuan tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. She looked at her cell phone from time to time and stared at the door from time to time
Why haven't my dad been back yet
Annuan picked up her phone and opened the call and text messages for the thirteenth time
No news
She couldn't help wondering if she was his wife, would the man send him a message and call her, where he is now, what he is doing, and when he will come back...
Dad...An Qidong...Dad...
An Nuan recites silently in her heart
Slap... The sound of the door being opened
An Nuan quickly got up, walked to the stairs, and saw the man wearing a white shirt, a black suit jacket on his arms, and was changing into slippers.
The man heard the movement and looked up
The girl was wearing a pink nightgown with small floral prints, a fluffy bun, and her tender white feet were on the solid wood floor. She was a little cold and curled up. She looked like a tender white and crisp lotus root, which was so delicious.
Why haven't you slept yet? You have to get up early to go to school tomorrow? The man looked at his soft and tender little feet, and his eyes flashed with a dullness, and he frowned: Go put on his shoes
Dad, why did you come back? It's already one o'clock in the morning. An Nuan's problem of skipping men
In socializing, be good, go to bed. The man calmed down and rubbed his eyebrows.
Well, Dad, have you drunk?
Drink some, it's fine
Oh An Nuan nodded, her tone was a little depressed, then I'm going to bed, dad also rest early, good night
Good night
For some reason, he thought An Nuan's 'Oh' sounded quite regretful, maybe it was an illusion
Shaking his head and feeling the swelling pain in his temples, An Qidong decided to take a shower and rest early, hung the coat in his arms on the shelf next to him, and walked towards the room.
The city at three or four o'clock in the morning seemed to have been pressed. Most people were already in a deep dream. Even if a few people didn't sleep, they would unconsciously lighten their movements, as if they were afraid of accidentally waking someone up...
An Nuan twisted open the door of the next room...
The man lies on his back with a thin quilt covered with frown
An Nuan looked at her heartache, putting the hot water in her hand on the bedside table next to her, stretching out her hand to smooth the man's eyebrows. She knew that the man had a headache, and she also knew that when a man had a headache, she would pinch her eyebrows, but she couldn't help the man, so she could only pour a glass of water for him and put it in a place where he could reach. She could only smooth out his frowning eyebrows for him when it was late at night.
Dad, good dream
An Nuan leaned over and kissed An Qidong's lips, like a dragonfly, without any lust
The next morning, An Qidong's head no longer hurts, but his throat is tight and he is very thirsty.
Just as I was about to go downstairs to pour a glass of water in the kitchen, I saw a glass of water on the bedside table. An Qidong raised his eyebrows and picked it up. There was still some warmth. I didn't care much about it. I sipped it all in one go
Most people die at the age of thirty because you have no new imitation every day after you are thirty.
Jiyuan Group
36th floor, General Manager's Office
An Qidong put down the report in his hand, leaned back, leaned against the comfortable leather back chair, and pinched his eyebrows with his hands...
Mr. An, you and Mr. Wang have a dinner together at Tourmaline Pavilion at 8 o'clock tonight
Well, I got it, please give me a cup of coffee. Thank you. An Qidong closed his eyelids slightly, and his fatigue made his head swell.
OK, you can wait
The pointer walked to 11 o'clock, but there was still no movement outside the door
An Nuan tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. She looked at her cell phone from time to time and stared at the door from time to time
Why haven't my dad been back yet
Annuan picked up her phone and opened the call and text messages for the thirteenth time
No news
She couldn't help wondering if she was his wife, would the man send him a message and call her, where he is now, what he is doing, and when he will come back...
Dad...An Qidong...Dad...
An Nuan recites silently in her heart
Slap... The sound of the door being opened
An Nuan quickly got up, walked to the stairs, and saw the man wearing a white shirt, a black suit jacket on his arms, and was changing into slippers.
The man heard the movement and looked up
The girl was wearing a pink nightgown with small floral prints, a fluffy bun, and her tender white feet were on the solid wood floor. She was a little cold and curled up. She looked like a tender white and crisp lotus root, which was so delicious.
Why haven't you slept yet? You have to get up early to go to school tomorrow? The man looked at his soft and tender little feet, and his eyes flashed with a dullness, and he frowned: Go put on his shoes
Dad, why did you come back? It's already one o'clock in the morning. An Nuan's problem of skipping men
In socializing, be good, go to bed. The man calmed down and rubbed his eyebrows.
Well, Dad, have you drunk?
Drink some, it's fine
Oh An Nuan nodded, her tone was a little depressed, then I'm going to bed, dad also rest early, good night
Good night
For some reason, he thought An Nuan's 'Oh' sounded quite regretful, maybe it was an illusion
Shaking his head and feeling the swelling pain in his temples, An Qidong decided to take a shower and rest early, hung the coat in his arms on the shelf next to him, and walked towards the room.
The city at three or four o'clock in the morning seemed to have been pressed. Most people were already in a deep dream. Even if a few people didn't sleep, they would unconsciously lighten their movements, as if they were afraid of accidentally waking someone up...
An Nuan twisted open the door of the next room...
The man lies on his back with a thin quilt covered with frown
An Nuan looked at her heartache, putting the hot water in her hand on the bedside table next to her, stretching out her hand to smooth the man's eyebrows. She knew that the man had a headache, and she also knew that when a man had a headache, she would pinch her eyebrows, but she couldn't help the man, so she could only pour a glass of water for him and put it in a place where he could reach. She could only smooth out his frowning eyebrows for him when it was late at night.
Dad, good dream
An Nuan leaned over and kissed An Qidong's lips, like a dragonfly, without any lust
The next morning, An Qidong's head no longer hurts, but his throat is tight and he is very thirsty.
Just as I was about to go downstairs to pour a glass of water in the kitchen, I saw a glass of water on the bedside table. An Qidong raised his eyebrows and picked it up. There was still some warmth. I didn't care much about it. I sipped it all in one go
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