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Chapter 62 Night Breeze

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    The moon has risen in the sky, and the blue-gray clouds are like the ripples of the wind in the sea, haloing the night sky layer by layer.

    When riding through the grassy slope, Juntao simply stopped the bicycle, and walked slowly with Xiaoxiao pushing the bicycle.  The leaves rustled slightly in the night wind, and the insects chirped everywhere. This moonlit night was extraordinarily clear.

    "You seem to be different from before." Jun Tao was depressed for a while, and suddenly said a word for no reason.

    Xiaoxiao chuckled: "What's different? Eyes are eyes and noses are noses. From what you said, it seems that I can change my face."

    The faint moonlight scattered between the leaves, sprinkled on Xiaoxiao's body, the moon was white and the wind was clear, and Jun Tao's heart skipped half a beat when he saw it.

    "I that's not what I meant" Jun Tao, who usually talks eloquently, suddenly felt a little at a loss at this moment.

    Xiaoxiao rolled her watery eyes, and she couldn't help but play tricks in her heart: "Then what do you mean?"

    Jun Tao scratched his head wildly, "I want to say, when I saw you for the first time, you were wearing a red dress and a pair of high heels. It looked really pretty and foreign. Now it's different anyway.  gone."

    "I used to hang wine in the wine cellar every day, so I didn't have time to dress up at all. Although I'm transferred to the office now, I don't feel that concerned. When I really go to learn to taste and evaluate, the living habits will be simpler. I guess  Seeing that I have no fate with those cosmetics." Xiaoxiao smiled disapprovingly.

    "Then your boyfriend doesn't think so?" Jun Tao muttered in a low voice.

    "Haha, what a boyfriend, he's so busy with work that he doesn't have time to talk about friends." Xiaoxiao patted Juntao on the back, grinning and "giggling".

    Xiaoxiao's hearty laughter, like the fragrance of lush flowers, envelops Juntao little by little.

    "That's for sure. I have to learn new technologies and work at the same time. Talking about friends is a waste of time. It's better to concentrate on work." Jun Tao touched his hot face, and jumped up on his feet with joy.

    Seeing Jun Tao's funny appearance, Xiaoxiao laughed even louder. The two young people felt very happy under the blowing night wind.

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    Dong Weicheng lay on the bed for a long time, and went back and forth to the hospital several times, but there was no improvement.

    Summer in the south is always humid and hot. Dong Fang asked someone to find a bamboo craftsman in the country, and specially made a new mat for his father.

    Even so, Dong Weicheng was still sweating from time to time, and even slept in the middle of the night, the mat on the bed would still be sticky.  Dong Fang was a light sleeper, and when she heard noises in her father's room, she would go to help wipe the mat and find clean clothes for her father.

    Before the rooster crowed, seeing his daughter's busy figure inside and out, Dong Weicheng felt very sorry: "Ah Fang, leave me alone, go to sleep quickly, it's not yet dawn."

    Dong Fang held her father's arm, always felt that he had lost a lot of weight, felt a little sad in her heart, and said with a smile on her face: "It's okay, I don't do business now, just make up if I don't sleep enough."

    "That won't work. The whole house, inside and out, depends on you. Juntao, that kid, I don't know what he's been up to lately, why he doesn't see anyone all day long. In the evening, you should call Juntao to help.  Don't always carry things on your own shoulders." Dong Weicheng couldn't help frowning because he felt sorry for his daughter.

    Dong Fang smiled: "This is Jun Tao's lifelong event, and it is also an important matter. Afraid that the girl will run away, of course he has to run more diligently, so let him go."

    Dong Weicheng coughed twice: "What? Is he talking about friends?"

    Dong Fang smiled and said nothing, but covered her father with a thin blanket, "I can't yell about things that haven't been written yet. Let him talk about it when he has a clue later." (Remember this book  Website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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