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Chapter 179 Packing Bag

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    In the courtyard of Dong's house, Dong Fang is boiling her father's traditional Chinese medicine.  The briquettes are hot and slow, so you have to watch and wait by the side.  She was leaning against a pillar beside her, her face looked very soft in the morning light.

    There are more and more things in the company, and she is always busy as soon as she enters the office.  And the home has become a haven for her to breathe and rest temporarily, even if she is standing in a daze, she still feels very comfortable.

    When Ling Weihua entered the door, Dong Fang was raising her hand and scraping her hair behind her ears. Her movements were very gentle, and there was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.

    This time, Ling Weihua forgot why he came here, he just stood outside the door blankly, looking at Dong Fang.

    He is contradictory in his heart, he has always admired Dong Fang, even if he can only look at her face to face like now, he still feels satisfied.  But occasionally, he would also think, why can't Dong Fang turn her head and look at herself?  Obviously he is her best choice, he will treat her well and spoil her to heaven.

    Every time such thoughts popped up in his heart, Ling Weihua couldn't help feeling a little annoyed secretly.  He was annoyed that he would have such conceited thoughts, even if he couldn't ask for Dong Fang, he should at least maintain a respect for her from the bottom of his heart.

    Just at this distant moment of gazing, Ling Weihua was already full of sorrow and joy.

    Dong Fang's business is getting bigger and bigger. Recently, there are rumors that she is about to open a branch in other places. It seems that it is difficult for the two of them to keep on the same horizon.

    Even though he has been promoted to the director of the machinery factory, even though he has tried his best to create all the conditions he thinks are suitable for living, Dong Fang still didn't pay much attention to him for a moment.

    During the holidays, Dong Fang would give gifts to the old lady of the Ling family. Apart from that, the two of them were really polite and courteous.

    Turning around, Dong Fang saw Ling Weihua standing at the door, a smile appeared on her face: "Wei Hua, you are here, come in and sit."

    Dong Fang graciously cleared out a table with four-color fruit boxes and tea for guests.

    The early morning light refracted in through the glass, and when it fell on Ling Weihua's eyes, it felt a little sore.  He looked at Dong Fang eagerly, in front of her, he always seemed humble and insignificant like a speck of dust.

    "Is your mother okay?" Dong Fang was the first to ask with a smile.

    Ling Weihua came back to his senses, and then nodded after a while and said: "Thank you for thinking about it, you always ask someone to bring you supplements. My mother's body is finally strong, and she can't bear the usual headaches and brain fever. Where's Uncle Dong?  Is the medicine any better?"

    Dong Fang smiled and shook her head, "My dad hasn't been taking medicine for a year or two. It's hard to say when it's good and bad. I hope that one day his health will be as good as your old lady's. Then I will  I am really satisfied and want nothing more.¡±

    Ling Weihua lowered his head and took a sip of tea, took out a woven bag, flattened it and placed it in front of Dong Fang: "Look, is this bag made by your Fangfang feed?"

    Dong Fang glanced, a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes.  She hurriedly sat up straight and replied, "Where did you get this thing?"

    "A few days ago, a dealer came to our factory to wholesale parts, and someone brought this bag. I also happened to see it, and I thought it looked familiar, so I exchanged it with another bag. After I took it back,  After looking around, I always felt that there was something wrong. I didn¡¯t hear that you changed the packaging, so why does it seem to be different from the bags on the market before?¡± Ling Weihua said slowly.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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