"No wonder!" Mao Mao breathed a long sigh of relief, and said enviously: "Xiaoyan, your company's welfare is so good, Gai Ming'er asks your family Mr. Ye, is the company still short of people?"

"Don't think crookedly, it's good to be a teacher!" Ah Fei decisively stopped Comrade Mao Mao's cranky thoughts, turned his head and asked me: "You won't bring all of such a big bag to us, do you keep some for yourself?"

"As soon as I got out of the company, I came here directly, of course I brought them all!" "At this moment, I understand the value of these so-called souvenirs, and I also have some pain, so I knew that I would keep some of them for myself."

"Wait, I'll find you a bag and fill half of it for you." Ah Fei got up and immediately rummaged through the drawer.

Well, looking at him now, it's not so unpleasant.

In the evening, I naturally fulfilled my promise, went home early to rest, and left Comrade He Maomao with Ah Fei. Ah Fei was very satisfied and offered to drive me home, so Ah Fei was the driver, and Mao Mao and I sat in the back row and chatted all the way.

Lying on his own small bed, he suddenly felt very steady. Although the bed in the hotel is large, it is too soft, and I have some back pain after sleeping for a few days. The hospital beds are too hard, and the oppressive atmosphere of the hospital makes it even more uncomfortable to sleep in. Today, I still feel that my little bed is the most comfortable, soft and moderate, and my cute Minion doll accompanies me, which makes people feel very warm.

It's still early, I took out my Minion local tyrant gold, ready to brush the news and then go to bed, I've been used to it for many years, and I feel that sometimes I can't sleep without touching my phone before going to bed.

I used to live at home, and my mother used to say that this was mobile phone syndrome, a disease. I tried for a long time to break this bad habit, but to no avail, I thought, if this is really a disease, then I am already terminally ill.

Mom, suddenly I miss my mother a little. When I was a child, I always felt that I lived under the supervision of my parents and had no freedom at all, so when I was looking for a job, I deliberately chose W City, on the one hand, it is not far from my hometown H City, and it is convenient to go home, on the other hand, I finally have my own independent space, and it seems that I can control my own life.

dialed my mother's phone, and my mother's surprised voice came from the microphone: "Xiaoyan, why did you remember to call your mother today?"

"I miss you!" The moment I heard my mother's voice, the corners of my eyes were a little moist, but I quickly collected my emotions and asked easily, "Are you and Dad okay lately, what are you doing now?"

"We're fine, you don't have to worry about us, you are alone outside, take care of yourself. It's been cold lately, have you worn autumn pants?" my mother opened the chatterbox, chattering about the bits and pieces of my life.

"Is it Xiaoyan?...... Don't say something, let me say a few words......" Dad's staccato voice came over the phone, apparently waiting to talk to me next to Mom.

"Hey, Yan'er, you haven't called your dad for a long time!" Dad finally grabbed the phone, and said in a soft voice: "I'm usually afraid that you're working, so it's not good to disturb you, you don't remember to call home more often, and Dad also knows how you're doing......"

This is home, a place that can give me warmth anytime and anywhere, a place that makes people miss all the time. No matter how far away it is, no matter how long it takes, my parents are worried about me, and they are also my deepest concern.

"Dad, don't worry, I'm doing well, I was transferred to the company's secretarial department recently, and I accompanied the president on a business trip last week......" Although these experiences were only told to Mao Mao a few hours ago, but at this moment, it is a feeling to my parents.

"Lao Qin, "Crying Marshmallow" has begun!" I was talking to my dad about the highlights, but my mother's voice came from my phone.

Crying marshmallows? What a familiar name! Isn't this a movie starring Xu Yifan, could it have been broadcast on TV?

"Yan'er, you are doing well, Dad is relieved, it's not too early today, hang up!" Dad said concisely and ended my speech.

This, that's it, hung up? For the sake of Lao Mian's play, hung up my phone? Will the style of painting change too quickly?