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533. Sudden bad news, shot(1/2)

Director Zhan’s wife is a very gentle southern woman.

He speaks very slowly and makes people feel particularly comfortable.

Sun Simiao feels that living with such a person is simply too happy.

It is impossible to blame Director Zhan, who insists on celibacy, for being able to marry a wife.

"Sister, how do you like Director Zhan?"

Sun Simiao started chatting with Director Zhan’s wife who had met for the first time.

There are three men busy in the kitchen.

Song Qingqing looked inside from time to time and said to Sun Simiao with a gentle face:

"Actually, it was Brother Zhan who saved me!"

Heroes save beauty!

"Let me tell me, I'm also curious about Director Zhan's story!"

Regarding Sun Simiao, Song Qingqing had already learned about it from Director Zhan.

He is a very powerful woman and a child who never grows up. Don’t be too reserved. It’s best to say anything.

Song Qingqing started talking to Sun Simiao:

"At that time, my bag was robbed by a thief. It was the thief that Brother Zhan helped me catch, and then we met him!"

Is this too simple?

"Sister Qingqing, are you sure that it was not arranged by Director Zhan?"

Sun Simiao didn't believe that there would be such clichéd stories, so she wanted to find something different.

Director Zhan happened to come out and knocked Sun Simiao on the head:

"You little girl, don't let everyone think as good as you? Where can I make so many arrangements?"

Song Qingqing covered her mouth and smiled.

Sun Simiao glared at Director Zhan:

"Husband, Director Zhan bullies your wife!"

He Yiting happened to come out too, and when he heard this, he almost staggered and fell down.

Don't give surprises like this?

Some can't bear it.

After Sun Simiao finished shouting, she smiled proudly at Director Zhan.

Unexpectedly, Director Zhan was also a ruthless person, so he acted coquettishly at Song Qingqing:

"Wife, your man was bullied by a little girl!"

This eye-smelling index makes everyone want to find a spittoon to spit.

"Are you young and naive? You are still comparing this here!"

Zhan Pingfei hit his younger brother and also knocked Sun Simiao.

Bai Hao’s bowls and chopsticks, everyone sat down to start eating.

The food was very rich, and it was obvious that it was someone who had cooked it.

Zhan Pingfei usually solves the problem either in the school cafeteria or in a small restaurant outside. He hasn't sat together for a long time and has eaten with the Khassai.

He still misses it very much.

The meal was lively and lively.

Sun Simiao looked at everyone and said with emotion:

"It turns out that people eat more and they feel it!"

After saying that, he sighed.

He Yiting was happy.

After eating, the bowls were washed by two women. After packing up, several men were playing chess.

The main thing is that He Yiting and Zhan Ping flew away, and Director Zhan watched.

He Yiting's chess skills are good, but he is not a match for Zhan Pingfei.

I won't play after a few games.

It's getting late, so everyone is over.

Sun Simiao and He Yiting went to the hotel.

"I want to go and see Qian Shaoqing tomorrow. Do you want to accompany me?"

Sun Simiao thought he would still have to go and see Qian Shaoqing again.

He Yiting has no objection. Didn’t he just come to see others?

But before this, He Yiting needed compensation.

One night (beep) (beepless, Sun Simiao, who rubbed her legs the next day, almost couldn't stand it.

"Do you still want to think about it in the future?"

He Yiting looked at his wife innocently:

"I think about it, why don't you think about it! But when you go see other men, aren't you allowed me to ask for compensation?"

But but...

Sun Simiao was so angry that she couldn't say anything.

Fortunately, He Yiting is not so scrupulous.

"I always feel that things are not simple this time. Qian Shaoqing is not such a reckless person. How could something happen so easily?"

Sun Simiao didn't want to think about things too darkly, but some things had to be thought of.

"You, don't worry, Qian Shaoqing knows it!"

He Yiting would not tell Sun Simiao about those many things.

Now it’s better to let Sun Simiao not think too much.

"If you think of other men, I will make you completely useless!"

Sun Simiao immediately shut up, really afraid of him.

I went to the hospital again, but I didn't see Qian Shaoqing.

Because people are in the rescue room.

"What's going on?"

Sun Simiao asked Qian's family in disbelief in her in the rescue room.

The Qian family came to the Qian family's old man.

It was the first time that the old man met Sun Simiao. He paid attention to the girl his son liked.

Now only Sun Simiao has married He Yiting and has a very ordinary impression of her.

"It's not suitable for you to listen to it in confidentiality!"

Mr. Qian has a bad attitude and his grandson is still in there to rescue him.

Sun Simiao didn't care, but was waiting.

But after waiting for a long time, I only waited for news that Qian Shaoqing's rescue seemed to have failed.

Sun Simiao didn't believe it.

He Yiting did not stop Sun Simiao from rushing in.

"What did she want to do? Don't you even give him the last peace and decency of my grandson?"

The old man was trembling in anger and hated Sun Simiao's behavior very much.

He Yiting stood in front of Mr. Qian:

"Old man, Miaomiao sent your Qian family news back then so that Qian Shaoqing would not have any accidents. Even now Miaomiao is not sorry for Qian Shaoqing at all."

The old man couldn't accept that something happened to his beloved grandson, and now he was criticized by a junior again. It would be strange if he had a good temper.

"He family boy, you are not qualified to say this!"

He Yiting nodded:

"I really don't have the qualifications, but you should know what Miaomiao has been doing abroad over the years. She rushed in not to cause damage, but to help Qian Shaoqing."

The old man also understood this at this time.

But can a person who has no hope of being diagnosed come over?
To be continued...
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