A few minutes later, Tang Qingwu's heart was pounding, and the nervousness, excitement, and inexplicable excitement in Tang Qingwu's heart, who was hot and feverish, finally returned to normal.

After returning to normal, she began to operate normally, that is, to express her gratitude to Wang Jian, the great savior who saved her daughter.

Tang Qingwu stood up from his chair, raised his glass with both hands, handed an empty cup to Wang Jian, and said softly:

"Mr. Wang, can you pour me a glass of wine? I don't usually drink alcohol, but you saved the little girl today, and I want to make an exception to thank you for your righteous hand. If it weren't for you accompanying the little girl, sitting in place and waiting for me, I would ...... I can't imagine what will happen to Tang Tang later......"

Speaking of this, Tang Qingwu once again thought of the terrible consequences after "what if", and that beautiful face once again appeared with a terrible melancholy, which made people feel distressed.

Wang Jian smiled slightly and said to the other party:

"Seriously, Miss Tang. That's as it should be. Mo said that we are all fellow villagers in ten cities, even if we are all Chinese and people, I will not care when I see the situation of sugar sugar. ”

As he spoke, Wang Jian half-raised his buttocks, held the bottle in both hands, and poured wine from a transparent glass handed to him.

Since people have already said that they will not drink, he only poured most of the glass for the other party, and the meaning is obvious.

"Come, Mr. Wang, thank you again for your righteous hand and careful companionship! Tang Tang, don't you want to thank Uncle Wang?" Tang Qingwu smiled at Wang Jian, and then touched his daughter's little shoulder with his arm.

So, Tang Tang raised the Weiyi bean milk bottle with a straw inserted in it, and said to Wang Jian with a milky voice:

"Thank you, Uncle Wang!"

"No thanks!

"Ding-" Two wine cups and a milk bottle collided above the steaming table.

Wang Jian naturally leaned his neck and drank it all, but when he peeked at Tang Qingwu opposite, he found that Tang Qingwu was beautiful and slightly wrinkled, with two white and good-looking jade hands holding orchid fingers, holding a cup in one hand and supporting the bottom in the other, bringing it to his mouth, taking small sips, as if he was drinking Chinese medicine.

It seems that the other party didn't lie just now, and he is indeed not a greedy person like him.

After understanding this, Wang Jian let the other party drink it slowly, and there was no need to toast.

"It's okay, Mr. Wang, a glass of wine still doesn't matter. Tang Qingwu looked at him, smiled, plucked up Yu Yong, and drank the small half cup of beer in the cup at once!

"Yay...... Mom is so amazing!" Tang Tang on the side began to applaud his mother, and then quickly added, "But Uncle Wang has a lot of wine, and he drank it first, so Uncle Wang is even more powerful!"

The two listened, looked at each other and smiled, and laughed together.

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With Tang Tang, a little guy who can't help but laugh from time to time, "gags" on the side, the two adults, whether it is Wang Jian or Tang Qingwu, especially Tang Qingwu, since seeing Wang Jian's fairy appearance and understanding the identity of the other party, they have been somewhat nervous and uncomfortable, and their mood has slowly eased.

In order to know more about his "Engong", in the next time, while waiting for the pot to boil and the hot dishes, Tang Qingwu quietly inquired about Wang Jian's "details".

"Mr. Wang, I don't know what your full name is? My surname is Tang, my name is Qingwu, the cyan 'Qing', the Wutong 'Wu'; ”

If you want to find out the details of others, you have to confide in some details first, Tang Qingwu still understands this truth, so after clinking glasses, Tang Qingwu introduced himself.

"My name is Wang Jian, Miss Tang. The "king" is the king who is three horizontal and one vertical, and the "hard" who is as hard as iron. However, people who are more familiar with me call me 'Jianjian'. Miss Tang, why don't you call me Jianjian too. You call me 'Mr. Wang', uh...... It always makes me feel like I'm being served. ”

Seeing that the other party reported his name, Wang Jian also politely reported his name.

At this time, he suddenly realized that the "Tang Qingwu" in Tang Tang's mouth was not "Tang Qingwu", but "Tang Qingwu".

And "tangtang" is not his own brain-replenishing "Tang Tang" and "Tangtang", but "Tang Tang"!

The two names, although they are only one word apart, but the artistic conception of the two is far apart, one is vulgar, and the other is lofty, which can be described as a high judgment!

I'll just say, so elegant, and extremely disciplined in dealing with people, with a kind of ancient rites and ancient rhymes that have disappeared for a long time in traditional Chinese culture, how can she take the common name of 'Tang Qingwu' and 'Tangtang'?

Wang Jian said in his heart, and a look of understanding immediately appeared on his face.

"Okay, Mr. Wang, then I'll call you 'Jianjian' in the future. By the way, don't call me 'Miss Tang', call me 'Sister Tang' or 'Sister Qingwu'." The corners of Tang Qingwu's mouth hooked slightly, and a ripple-like smile rippled like a stone thrown into a quiet pool.

"Then I'll call you Sister Qingwu. Wang Jian thought about it and looked at Tang Qingwu.

"What about me, Uncle Wang, what do I call you?" As soon as his words fell, Tang Tang, who had been holding Weiyi soybean milk and drinking non-stop, began to shout.

"You, of course you still call it Uncle Wang?" Tang Qingwu on the side touched her daughter's pigtails, and then took away the Weiyi soybean milk in her hand, and said with a little disgust, "Tang Tang, don't drink all the time! Before you even started eating, you drank half of the drink." ”

"No, no, no! You have changed from 'Mr. Wang' and 'Miss Tang' to 'Jianjian' and 'Sister Qingwu', and everyone else has to change it too! Do everything equally, this is what you said, Mom!" Tang Tang's milky voice sounded again, and this time, it was a voice of protest.

"Tang Tang, what do you want to call uncle? Uncle listens to you, okay?" Wang Jian looked at the little guy with a kind face.

"Jianjian, don't get used to this little girl. She's the kind of snake fighter who follows the stick, and she's usually naughty and tight, and I sometimes can't help her. Tang Qingwu said softly.

"It's okay, Sister Qingwu!Tang Tang is not naughty, but smart!" Wang Jian said with a smile, looked at Tang Tang again, and his tone became gentle again, "It's okay, Tang Tang." You can call it however you want, it's no problem to call your uncle's name directly, your uncle doesn't care about this. For my uncle, a name is just a code name. ”

"Really, Uncle Wang, can I call you anything? Is it okay to call you 'Hello, Kitty'?" Tang Tang blinked excitedly.

"Tang Tang——! don't be big or small!" Tang Qingwu had frost in his eyes, and finally straightened his face.

However, her face is too beautiful and too soft, how can she stare at her, in Wang Jian's eyes, not only is there no deterrent at all, but there is a kind of heroic charm.

"Hahaha......" Wang Jian couldn't help laughing, reached over the table, touched the little girl's head, and said with infinite pity, "As long as you want, of course it's no problem! ”

"Hmph!" Tang Tang snorted at her mother, made a grimace, raised her little neck, and looked at Wang Jian opposite with a smile, and said, "Don't worry, Uncle Wang, I won't call you 'Hello Kitty', because I already have a 'Hello Kitty' in my room, and if I call you 'Hello Kitty' again, I will be confused." Otherwise, I'll just call you ......" At this point, the little guy tilted his little head and pressed his index finger to his chin in a pensive look.

Wang Jian and Tang Qingwu on the side saw it, and they didn't urge her, they all wanted to see what kind of fame this elf-quirky little guy would come up with.

After about a minute, the dark eyes of the little guy who turned his head and pondered suddenly lit up, and shouted:

"I thought of it, Uncle Wang, I finally thought of what to call you!"

"And what do you want to call me, cutie?"

"Shall I call you ...... 'Uncle Elf'?

Uncle Jing?

The smile on Wang Jian's face stiffened, and there was a black line on his head, and he regretted it very much, feeling that he should have stood on her mother's side just now, and he should not have connived at the child's arbitrary play, otherwise, he would not know if he was buried in the child's strange thoughts.

Alas, however, "Uncle Jing" is "Uncle Jing"! Who called himself "Chrysostom" just now?

Chrysostom!