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Nangong Jue came down quickly. He had already changed into a simple black home clothes. He looked taller and had longer legs, but compared to the previous suit and leather shoes, he looked like a beast Bah, he looked well-dressed, but now he looks a little more smoky.
Of course, there is more of a sultry sense of abstinence.
Although she didn¡¯t want to take over this man, it didn¡¯t stop Le Yao from appreciating the beauty. The so-called beauty was nothing more than that. She finally understood what Song Qiaoqiao said before, and she felt like Wu Ya had to eat two more bowls of rice.
Because she also ate two bowls and was full.
Aunt Bai brought out hawthorn soup at the right time.
After drinking a bowl, I finally felt better.
Le Yao ignored the teasing in the other person's eyes, got up and walked out.
This time, Nangong Jue didn¡¯t stop us. He just got up and followed us: ¡°We will continue tomorrow night, Sunday, which happens to be the last day of this week. We agreed to do it twice a week.¡±
Le Yao turned around and glared at the other person. The stinky man was too stupid, but she knew she couldn't refuse, so she didn't bother to waste her saliva. She snorted and walked away with her belly in hand.
Nangong Jue watched Le Yao enter Villa No. 2 before returning. He felt his stomach. He was full. It was a good day like this.
The next morning, Le Yao and Qiao Qiao connected and broadcast live. In the evening, they went next door to cook a meal. Of course, they also ate before going back.
As a result, when I walked in, I saw Han Baozhu just hung up the phone and casually asked, "Who's calling?"
"It's the village chief." Han Baozhu didn't hide it, "Alan, we have to go back."
"Did something happen?" Le Yao frowned.
"No." Han Baozhu waved his hand hurriedly, "I haven't been back for a few months. We still have three acres of land at home. Now it's time to plant autumn corn."
"When are you going back?" Le Yao's eyes lit up upon hearing this, "I'll be with you then." In Han Binglan's memory, the days in Lishu Village were actually her happiest days.
"Didn't the doctor tell me to have the threads drawn tomorrow? Then Tuesday or Wednesday." Han Baozhu smiled. After the threads were drawn, he would no longer have to sit in a wheelchair.
"Okay." Le Yao nodded, so he had time to go to the mall to buy some things. When he went back, he always brought some gifts to the folks who helped him.
We went to the hospital early the next morning. The doctor said that Han Baozhu was recovering very well. He would need to exercise slowly after the sutures were removed, and there would be no problem in returning to normal.
In the afternoon, Le Yao took Han Xiangdong to the mall to buy gifts.
As soon as I paid the money, the old mobile phone in my bag rang.
Le Yao frowned slightly. She originally thought it would be someone from Han Guosheng's side, but she found it was an unfamiliar number. She hesitated and picked it up.
"Han Binglan." A woman's voice came over, a bit sharp, "Why did it take you so long to answer the phone?"
Le Yao frowned, why was her tone so harsh? But he still said politely: "Who are you?"
"Don't you know who I am?"
"Should I know? I love to talk, but if I don't, I'll die."
"If you dare, try it!"
Le Yao pouted, just give it a try, and then hung up decisively.
"Whose phone number?" Han Xiangdong asked.
"A crazy person." Le Yao didn't care, "Let's go back."
And He Rong on the other side:
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