Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

Sister Hong said quietly: "Cheng Zheng, you cover your conscience and say, are you responsible for Su Zhiyan?"

"What's my responsibility? I don't let her smoke. You didn't see it just now. I persuaded her with all my heart that she would not listen. What can I do? I can't hold her." .

Sister Hong sneered again: "Then you cover your place and ask yourself."

Ye Cheng looked like he had eaten a freshman B, "You woman, can you not be so vulgar? Between men and women, you love me, I spent tens of millions on her, she herself I'm willing to touch that stuff, so I'm the one to blame."

Sister Hong is still looking at him, and Master Cheng's appearance is particularly aggrieved: "Look at you and pick my thorns. I have said that it has nothing to do with me. You can't see me when I'm good. You can't see it when you are righteous and when you reject all evil money."

As Cheng Ye said, some little arrogantly covered her head with the quilt, and her voice came out dullly: "I thought you came to see me, it turns out not to be."

Sister Hong was funny and funny, "I didn't come to see you, didn't I come to see Su Zhiyan?"

"Then who knows." Cheng Ye said, still showing his head, and then acted like a baby: "I feel so painful, you are the weather."

Sister Hong couldn't stand him like this, so she coughed softly, "Don't be like this, I won't eat yours."

"Then which set do you eat, let me try?" Cheng Ye said shamelessly, and then he seemed to think of something; "The Su Zhiyan matter has been turned over a long time ago, so you are not allowed to mention it again."

Sister Hong smiled, and put an insulator in her hand on a cupboard beside the bed. Master Cheng's eyes were straight: "This is the soup my woman made for me. I have to drink it up."

"Then, is it stupid or dying?" Sister Hong sneered, a little disapproving.

Master Cheng laughed and smiled triumphantly, "Xiao Mao is here to help my father prepare a bowl of soup, don't let your sister-in-law do it, your sister-in-law is wearing a big diamond ring, and you look good again. Don't get it dirty."

Sister Hong sat aside, "The soup is made by the nanny at home, please don't be affectionate, Master Cheng."

Master Cheng didn't care, and smiled: "Our nanny boils it as you boil it. What's the difference? I love drinking it all."

Xiao Mao happily came over to pour soup for Master Cheng, just like waiting for a newcomer.

Master Cheng was bold, and he could drink some pride in a chicken soup, so Sister Hong watched quietly.

After he finished drinking, she asked about Mr. Mi. Master Cheng wiped her lower lip and didn't care: "What did you ask him to do? You are still expecting me to be a bad person, and I have to be a good person to give the surname for him. Mi’s extinction? You say you have too much demand for your man, right."

Sister Hong said quietly: "No, I just want to make a report."

Master Cheng's eyes widened: "You are crazy, you!"

With the wound on his own arm, Master Gu opened the quilt and walked over: "Do you know how many people are under Mi? He can pinch you to death by just saying anything, Liu Hong, don’t think it’s a death. There are many ways to make life worse than death."

Liu Hong pursed her lower lip: "I know."

Cheng Yang stared at her, without saying a word.

Sister Hong smiled again: "Why are you so nervous? I just plan to have no eyebrows yet."