Qi Lin nodded dispensably to Tang Shiming, "I'm still contacting the doctor for your right arm. Don't be too tired."
Qi Lin opens the car door to let Tang Shiming get on the car. Standing outside the car, Tang Shiming looks at him in doubt.
Qi Lin's face was as firm as a knife. Against the light, Tang Shiming couldn't see Qi Lin's face clearly. Qi Lin said: "Shiming, I still have many things to deal with. I can't accompany you for the moment. Don't go out recently. Wait for my news
Tang Shiming grabbed Qi Lin's sleeve unhappily and said, "Qi Lin, shall we have lunch together?"
Qi Lin Mou Guang micro movement, way: "good."
Before Tang Shiming could be happy, Qi Lin continued, "I'll call Yan Zhen and discuss the press conference together."
No matter how reluctant Tang Shiming was, Qi Lin asked her to go back first. Tang Shiming said: "just the two of us, can't we?"
Qi Lin's expression was indifferent and his tone was cool: "Shiming, go back!"
Tang Shiming's heart thumped and realized that Qi Lin was not happy. After thinking about what he had done these days, it seemed that he was out of the ordinary. But, isn't it for Qi Lin? Why can't Qi Lin understand himself?
Tang Shiming's heart is very aggrieved and dissatisfied, and his eyes are wet. Unfortunately, Qi Lin is indifferent this time. He looks at Tang Shiming, and his deep eyes seem to see through Tang Shiming's deep thoughts.
Tang Shiming was surprised by Qi Lin and thought that she had been found. She subconsciously shrank into the car. In response, her eyes were terrified. She asked nervously, "Qi Lin, you What's the matter with you? "
Qi Lin stood up straight and closed the door for Tang Shiming: "Shiming, I can not investigate the wedding matters, but you also need to know the propriety. Do you understand? "
Tang Shiming is stunned. She realizes that Qi Lin is beating herself. After reaction, Tang Shiming is even more aggrieved. But when she is about to say something, Qi Lin has already signaled the driver to drive.
Driving a car that has gone far away, Qi Lin slowly squints his long and narrow Danfeng eyes. The whole person looks more cold. He turns back to the villa, and Qi Lin goes to the study to deal with some things.
The outer room of Qi's study is still relatively large, and Qi Lin's official business is usually on the desk near the window of the outer room. At this moment, the sky is slowly gloomy and snowflakes are falling.
Qi Lin put the genealogy in the original wooden box and took it to his desk. He planned to put it in the inner room later.
Qi Lin looked up the email Yao Huilin sent him. When she saw a name, Qi Lin was stunned and looked at the wooden box.
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On the other hand, the Yan family is very busy. In the living room, Mr. Vinson carefully explains some of the main points of making cakes. Mr. Vinson is also involved in some Chinese cakes, so today he mainly makes some delicious Chinese cakes for you, which is very delicious.
Yan Zhen has some small biscuit foundation, while Xu LAN is a complete kitchen killer. Looking at Xu LAN who put the wrong sugar and salt again, Mr. Vinson felt that he was loveless for a moment.
"Miss Xu, when you put salt or sugar, you can taste it first." Mr. Vinson suggested.
Xu LAN is embarrassed of spit out tongue, "sorry, sorry, I forgot."
Yan Zhen next to Xu LAN, with white flour in Xu Lan's face painted six, three on one side, just like a little cat, "you ah, stupid."
Xu LAN angrily steps on Yan Zhen's feet under the table. Yan Zhen's white shoes are printed with a light footprint, which makes Han Yusu smile.
He noticed that Yan Tan turned his head and coughed a few times, and Han Yusu's smile just disappeared. There was always a trace of sadness between his eyebrows: "what's wrong?"
Yan Tan waved his hand and said, "it's OK. Be careful. Don't cut your hand." Then he took Han Yusu's knife and put it aside.
Yan Zhen is beside Yan tan. Naturally, she can see that Yan Tan's face is not normal. She purses her lips and says with a smile: "Mom and Dad, you two are so old. Go and have a rest! You're here. We're sorry to say anything. "
Han Yu Su pretended to be angry, patted Yan Zhen's side waist, "you are a child, do you think your parents are old?"
Yan Zhen gave Han Yu Su a dough. Looking at Han Yu Su's speechless face, Yan Zhen said in a soft voice, "Mom and Dad, have a rest! I'll show you our craft later. "
Han Yusu doesn't agree with Yan Zhen. He grabs the things from Yan Tan's hands and says, "well, your father and I will go upstairs to wait for you first, but don't wait until Mr. Vincent has paid you for a long time. You are in a mess."
Yan Zhen then turned his head and said, "parents, don't worry. You can still expect your son to steal two moves from Mr. Vincent. Don't count on the rest."
Song Pan'an rarely wears an apron or dough. He is envious of the harmonious relationship between Yan's family. Obviously, Mr. Vincent also likes the atmosphere of Yan's family.Han Yusu and Yan Tan go upstairs to have a rest after a few words, mainly Yan tan. After winter, Yan Tan's health is getting worse and worse.
Looking at the disappearance of Yan's parents, the smile in Yan Zhen's eyes gradually dissipated. The eyes that were as bright as stars were dim now.
Song Pan'an has been paying close attention to Yan Zhen's condition. Seeing that Yan Zhen is so lost at the moment, his heart tingles slightly. Then he hands over his dough and says, "Yan Zhen, what do you think I'm pinching?"
Although they learned to make Chinese cakes, it was too complicated. Song Pan'an recruited Mr. Vincent just to make Yan Zhen happy, but song Pan'an was not interested in baking, so he had to pull the dough.
Yan Zhen looks at Song Pan'an's big hand, which is clear-cut, and the group is not like four. He hesitates for a moment and guesses: "yes Is my family small and cute? " Xiaoxiaoguai, two kittens bought by Han Yusu.
Song Pan'an choked and looked at Yan Zhen in disbelief. He said, "look again, look carefully." Then he stretched his hand forward again.
Yan Zhen didn't realize it, but he took a lot of the dough seriously, and finally affirmed: "it's small and cute, but do you squeeze their paws a little big?"
Song Pan'an struggled for a moment, wanted to cover his face and said: "it's just a pistol. The so-called cat paw is the handle of the gun."
Yan Zhen
Xu LAN, Yan Zhen and Vincent, who can understand Chinese Then the three reacted and laughed.