Good Morning, Mr. President!

This day is already a month later.

Heavy rain. The whole world is gloomy.

It was gloomier than dark. The wind was blowing, and it was too hard to breathe.

Below the cemetery stood a long figure. The man struck a long black trench coat, standing solemnly, and the person next to him held a **** umbrella for him.

He smoked hard, and didn't step forward, and didn't go to the tombstone to take a look.

After a while, Yu An came down from above.

Look, dignified.

Ye Yan glanced at him deeply and asked nothing. He only heard Yu An's low voice saying, "It's her tomb ... yes."

Holding his cigarette butt, he shook. The cigarette **** burned Ye Yan's hand, but he was standing stiffly there, and for a long time there was no response.

That day……

The day he no longer wanted to remember, when she was taken to the ambulance, he fainted from palpitations. Planted on the ground, completely unconscious.

When I woke up, it was already the third day.

He was greeted by a funeral.

she left……

Together, he took away his soul, his heart ...

In the future, the day he followed his death, there will be no doubt that he will always sleep beside her ...

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Ye Di rushed back to country T overnight. As soon as he landed in Jucheng, Tang and Song's phone rushed in, very excited.

"Night, I have found a way! I have found a way to save you and take out your chest bullets!"

Tang and Song were very excited.

However, the excitement did not infect him at all.

"If this bullet isn't removed, how long can I live?" He asked calmly.

"... It won't be more than a month."

"Is that so?" Ye Wan said in a light tone. "Let it stay, don't take it."

Tang and Song stunned.

In fact, it was the expected answer, but when I heard it from his mouth and said it so calmly without any emotion, Tang and Song immediately froze.

"Yeah, why are you so unproductive, for a woman, you don't want to live? I tell you, Master Ben took all his care to successfully master the simulation surgery. If you dare to live up I, I—I 丨 fuck! "

Tang Song actually had nothing to do with him, and in the end he had to speak out with a hateful curse.

"I'm hung up, your brother is on the phone." Ye Yan didn't talk to Tang and Song anymore and hung up the phone. Tang Yan's phone came in and he answered.

"Night, cooperation is good. Once the account arrives, I will transfer it directly to your account."

"No need," Ye said, "that money, I'll give it to you."

Tang froze for a moment.

Then there was silence for a long time. He seemed to have guessed the thoughts of Ye Di.

"Night ..."

In the end, just called him. I wanted to comfort him, but didn't seem to know what to say to comfort him.

"Not for free." Ye Di paused, "One thing, I want to ask you."

"You said."

"After one month, take good care of my mother for me. I know that with your strength, you can take good care of her, there must be no problem."

"..." Tang Yan was silent, and his chest was a little breathless. After a long time, he said again: "Taking care of her, there is no problem. It is both your mother and my mother. But ... Yeah, would you like to think again?"

"Thank you!" Ye Di didn't answer anymore and hung up the phone.

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After half a month, Ferens had a longevity.

Almost half a month ago, almost half of Utah had already been discussing this. And almost all the gentlemen and celebrities in the whole city of Utah will participate.

Everyone is having a headache giving gifts.

In a newly opened gallery in the north of the city, some people are having a terrible headache about the paintings to be sent out.

"Did you make a mistake? This painting is worth more than 200,000, and you actually poured water on it!" The buyer screamed, mad.

"Sorry, sorry, sir, this is our carelessness. But ... we have done special treatment, and the water mark must not be seen when it is dry." The clerk kept apologizing.

"I can't see you as if you haven't done it? You call me your boss now!"

"Sir, if you don't like this painting, then ... would you like to look at the other paintings? The other paintings might be what you like?"

The other person snorted and sat down on the single sofa. "It's impossible to change the picture! Ask your boss to come and personally apologize to me, and give me a direct discount. That's the case. Otherwise, Do n’t you think I will give it up! Besides, this is still a new store and you have ruined my painting of Mr. Fei. Do you want to open it in Utah? ”

Two clerks, you look at me, I look at you, it's very difficult.

Their boss, in fact, they have only met once or twice. If it weren't for the very special case, the boss wouldn't usually be here.

"What are you doing? Don't hurry up!" The man hurriedly called and the other party had to make a slow call.

After a while, the man turned back, as if relieved.

"Sir, please wait. Our boss has just arrived after class."

"I only have 15 minutes left. After 15 minutes, if your boss hasn't shown up yet, you'll close the door and get out of here!"

The clerk was reluctant to speak.

After 12 minutes.

The gallery door was pushed open from the outside.

A young woman with black-rimmed glasses came in. Long curly hair, lazily tied behind her head. Carrying an artboard in the back.

The white cotton skirt worn on the body has all kinds of watercolors, and looks like a beautiful rainbow.

"Sorry, is there a guest looking for me?" The voice was very nice.

The buyer originally thought she was a student and didn't look at her much. Hearing this now, he looked up, "You are the owner of this gallery?"

"Sorry, I'll change my clothes and come out right away. You can sit for a while."

The young woman smiled calmly. The waiter was instructed to pour a cup of tea for the guests, but he went into another small room and cleaned up at will.

Just two minutes later, she walked out again, not only let the clerk hold her back, but the entire guest was just dumbfounded.

The woman's original long hair had been put down, and she was lazy behind her back. The white cotton skirt was replaced with an elegant black skirt, and flat shoes were replaced by high heels. The large bezels were taken off, revealing a stunning face that couldn't be opened.

This……

The other narrowed his eyes, "Have we ... ever met?"

Why does he think this woman is so familiar?

"Perhaps. The city of Judah is not big or small. It is not unusual for people who love painting." The woman sat down and smiled, "Is there any troublesome problem for the guest that I need to deal with?"

The other person's eyes kept looking on her face. For a moment, a familiar face was scratched in my head. This ... Isn't this a woman of night owl?