In the message Yao Qianshu wrote to Yehong, he poured out bitterness.
As the president of Yaojia tourism company, he has no such rich management experience as Yehong.
Every trivial matter is waiting for his approval and decision.
This makes Yao Qianshu, who has always been lazy, complain.
But at this time night Hong, also does not feel much better than he.
Just because of the last paragraph of Yao Qianshu's message, it is as follows:
I want Xiaoling to contact the outside more, but it's really lack of skills, so... Please!
Night Hong raised his head, a face speechless looking at the room that long skirt girl.
Yao Ling should have set foot outside for the first time in her life, so she is curious about everything.
She is in night Hong's room to touch that touch, even a chandelier can make her silly to see for about ten minutes.
"Lord Savior, what is this flat box? Why are there so many little people moving up there? "
"That's a computer! And don't call me Lord Savior
"Savior... Lord Ye, there are also small people moving on this box. Is it also a computer?"
"That's a mobile phone... Don't call me night Lord!"
"Night..."
Yao Ling still wanted to speak, but was suddenly interrupted by Yehong: "we are not much different in age, you can call me ah Hong directly."
"How can it be done? This is not in line with the etiquette and law! " Yao Ling retorted seriously.
"If you don't agree, I'll send you back to Yao's house."
"OK, people have promised that is..." Yao Ling a face aggrieved way.
But before long, the curious baby began to work again.
She pulled the sleeve of night Hong, pointed to the kettle on the table, and said in surprise: "what kind of treasure is this chuckling?"
Say, delicate small hand then to the boiling kettle to touch.
Night Hong face a change, direct in Yao Ling reach half when reach to stop.
He took Yao Ling's hand in his palm and seriously warned, "this is a kettle. Don't touch it, it will be scalded!"
Yao Ling nodded stupidly, then blushed and looked at his hand. He whispered in a soft voice: "can, can you let go first...
Ye Hong was stunned, and then he found that he had been holding on to others' hands in a hurry.
He coughed awkwardly, and he let go of Yao Ling.
After this small embarrassment, Yao Ling seems to be embarrassed to stay in the room.
With a red face, she planned to walk out the door.
But she almost sucks the strength son to make up, pushed the door for a long time, the gate is motionless.
This immediately made Yao Ling's eyes red and he was about to cry.
Yehong's cheek twitched slightly, silent reminder: "pull in...
Yao Ling is stunned and reaches for the door handle.
The gate was easily opened, and Yao Ling was surprised at the structure of the gate for a long time. She kept opening and closing the door, but for a moment she forgot to leave.
In the room, night Hong looks at a face innocent Yao Ling, a headache to pinch temple.
Yao Qianshu, you bastard, irresponsibly pushed such a curious baby over. Have you ever considered Laozi's feelings?!
Ye Hong looked at the kettle on the table, and suddenly thought of a good place to arrange Yao Ling.
"Xiaoling, can I take you to the kitchen?"
Hearing Ye Hong's voice, Yao Ling's face turned pale and said, "do you want to take a bus there?"