"Uncle Wang, this ......"

Before Zhang Zhitao finished speaking, Wang Yi said again: "In the future, you will let me be in charge of the pick-up and drop-off when you go to and from work." ”

"Uncle Wang, how can this be, you have your things to be busy......

"Xiao Tao, look, you're out again, I don't have anything to do, anyway, I'm not busy on the way back and forth, so you can save the money for a taxi and invite me to dinner." Wang Yi interrupted Zhang Zhitao's words again, and said naturally.

Zhang Zhitao didn't know how to refuse, although Uncle Wang was very good to her, but it still felt a little too good to pick up and drop off at work like this, which made Zhang Zhitao feel very unhappy and hairy.

As if knowing that Zhang Zhitao wanted to refuse, Wang Yi said again: "Little Tao, don't say anything, I'll pick you up from work tomorrow." ”

Zhang Zhitao was embarrassed, there was no room for her to refuse at all, so she had to say, "Then it will trouble Uncle Wang." ”

"No trouble, no trouble." Wang shook his head again and again, very happy.

At the end, Wang Yi kindly reminded: "By the way, Xiao Tao, you must protect your hands well these days, otherwise you will leave a scar if the skin is broken." ”

"Oh, yes, yes." Zhang Zhitao felt an inexplicable panic in his heart, and he responded absentmindedly.

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When Mu Ziyang woke up, it was already noon the next day, and he was woken up by the landline phone on the bedside.

Reached out and took the phone: "Say!" ”

Mu Ziyang only felt dizzy, and his tone of voice was also vague, obviously he hadn't completely woken up from his drunkenness.

"Mu Ziyang, you are finally willing to answer the phone, yesterday weishenme didn't answer my phone and turned off the phone?" Leng Bingling's tone on the other side of the phone was cold, full of questions.

Mu Ziyang frowned, and a little disgust flashed in his eyes.

He rarely dislikes others, especially women, and Leng Bingling makes an exception for him.

I really don't have a good impression of this woman!

Mu Ziyang had a headache, and although his tone was not very angry, he was also a little cold: "What's the matter with me?" ”

Leng Bingling on the other side of the phone felt his absent-mindedness and coldness, paused, and asked: "You have disappeared since we separated yesterday, and you didn't answer the phone later, I'm worried about your ......"

"I'm fine!" Mu Ziyang interrupted her impatiently, and was about to hang up the phone.