"Scared," Wang Chengyou finished everything he had to do, showing a smug smile, wiping a handful of non-existent sweat, he squeezed his eyes mischievously at him, "finally put her to sleep." ”

Wang Zhifeng narrowed his eyes and was noncommittal. In front of the little spicy chicken, he doesn't need to disguise himself too much.

The little spicy chicken stretched out his hand to him, and he hesitated, not knowing whether to hold it or not. However, Little Spicy Chicken spoke: "Lend me your phone to use." ”

Scold. It turned out that it was not about shaking hands.

He handed over the phone, and after handing it over, he realized that something was wrong! Therefore, he pinched the mobile phone that was grabbed by the little spicy chicken and refused to let go.

Why didn't he use his phone instead of his?

As if sensing his doubts, Little Spicy Chicken explained, "Mine, it's out of power." ”

Wang Zhifeng thought silently for a while, and felt that it made sense, so he let go.

"Do you have Mo Yan's WeChat?" Little Spicy Chicken asked, clutching his phone.

Wang Zhifeng shook his head.

"I'll use your phone to add her, don't mind?"

Wang Zhifeng shook his head again.

The little spicy chicken lowered her head and fiddled with her mobile phone.

Wang Zhifeng smiled sarcastically at the corners of his mouth, looking at the lush canopy of Central Park outside the balcony, and looking at the open lawn in the distance, and the people lying or sitting on the lawn...... His mind was full of his father's undisguised anger when he first heard the name "Mo Yan".

No zuo no die。

"She can't already sleep, does she?" Without waiting for Mo Yan's consent, the little spicy chicken noodles were burnt.

"Wouldn't it be faster for you to charge your phone?" He reminded him.

On the way to death, he was willing to contribute a hand of wisdom. (So, how did the high score of Little Spicy Chicken come about, such a simple question is not right!) ）

Wang Chengyou bowed his head and refused to reply to Wang Zhifeng's proposal. Isn't this a special situation, charging a mobile phone as a watch?

"Oops!" Wang Chengyou slapped his forehead, "I forgot to write that I am Chengyou, you have such a strange WeChat name again, I'm afraid she won't agree when she sees it!" ”

The king's eyes are squinting. Blame him for his strange WeChat name? It's clear that you're stupid!

His WeChat name is "Qingfeng Langyue", which is clearly a true portrayal of his brilliance, what's strange!

"Add the same person multiple times and her phone should only show up once. Is it the first time, or is it the last time? Little Spicy Chicken muttered, "Huh? Do you have Joey's WeChat? I'm sorry, it's not a peek, it's the message that pops up automatically. ”

Wang Zhifeng took away his mobile phone.

It turned out that Joey was asking him, how was the MV shot? The part of Ronghuazhi campus has been filmed, and the remaining half, the president of the Harvard Alumni Association will assist in filming the part of Harvard's campus. He crackled and sent the above to Joey.

If it weren't for the little spicy chicken, he wouldn't have been so detailed. is unusual, probably trying to create the impression that he also has a social circle in front of the little spicy chicken.

"Can you talk to Joey too?" The little spicy chicken is like a pug, staring at his phone like a meat bone.

Wang Zhifeng, with a sense of superiority that disillusioned his soul, arrogantly gave away his mobile phone.

Wait a minute! I always feel that something is wrong......

Didn't he remind him that it was easier to charge his phone? Also, isn't there still an operation to play with the phone while charging?

Was he careless? For example, shouldn't you ignore his scheming and lull Mi Zhi to sleep? Shouldn't he ignore the strange closing of the balcony door? Shouldn't you ignore his overly flattering expression when he asks for his phone?

Wang Zhifeng raised his eyebrows unconsciously. In order to prevent himself from having the sad face of his mother's "Chuan" eyebrows, he consciously raised his eyebrows to defend himself against frowning.

"Joey? I'm Chengyou, you help me give Mo Yan a message, I'm in New York now, and I'll be back in two days. ”

Seeing the moment when his first voice ended, Wang Zhifeng once again accurately withdrew his mobile phone.

"Hey, I'm not done yet."

"Ahem." Behind him, there was a prompt from Mi Zhi to enter the Qingsang sound. Wang Chengyou was honest in an instant.

Wang Zhifeng took advantage of the fact that he turned to Haha to Mi Zhi, and withdrew the voice that was sent out. I don't know if Joey listened.

"You've slept a long enough night!" Michel tiptoed at her son's ear. Her heart is about to break, oh, why doesn't he know how to understand at all!

Obviously he was helping him cover the quilt, but he had to hold her, and said crookedly that he wanted his mother to sleep with him. Pity her is still full of tenderness and sweetness, and slaps him crookedly on one side. Unexpectedly, what he brought was the heart to coax her to sleep and move freely!

Glancing at the Zhifeng mobile phone that she had just taken from her son's hand, she didn't even need to ask, she knew what had just happened.

Alas.

Grabbed his son's ear, did it hurt him? It's clearly her, okay!

In the afternoon, the old man, who has lived in Ottawa for 15 years, will fly to New York, although the two are not far away, but for the 94-year-old man, the flight of an hour and a half is also an extremely difficult task. Not to mention the pre- and post-flight border crossings.

The old man wants to come to see his grandson.

How could she show him a sick grandson?

Although the main purpose of this trip was to see a doctor, the old man's fragile nerves could not withstand the stimulation.

I heard that the last time the eldest grandson held a celebration banquet, he called several public relations to help him, and one of them was a dwarf. Others laughed when they heard it, but the old man thought that this move was insulting and funny.

People are difficult to dismantle, and life is not easy, how can your happiness be built on the pain of others?

He raised his crutches to train people, but he fainted first, which shocked the hearts of a large family for several days.

Back then, the old man was majestic and resolute, but now he can't withstand the erosion of time. She didn't dare to let him faint in front of his sick grandson, that would be a far-reaching crime.

So, she had to hold her son to make up for sleep!

With the experience of the past, this time, Michel stood beside his son's bed, gritted his teeth and hummed a song to watch him sleep. Chengyou couldn't help it, so he had to close his eyes and lie on the bed, and after a long time, he was groggy and really fell asleep.

Miatze then walked out of his bedroom lightly.

In the living room, Wang Zhifeng leaned on the sofa and fell asleep. Michel went to the bedroom and fetched a blanket and gently covered it.

Wang Zhifeng's eyelashes trembled a little, but he quickly fell silent again. As soon as his body slid down, he touched the pillow that Mi Zhi cushioned on his side, and now, lying comfortably, he really fell into a deep sleep.

When Wang Chen returned from Mount Sinai Medical School, the suite was quiet. One son slept on the couch, the other in the bedroom, and in the other, Michelle slept happily snoring. Wang Chen suddenly felt sleepy and happy.

instructed the two assistants who had followed him for most of the day and had a business meal to rest, and Wang Chen took a simple shower and then lay down on the bed.

At 3:30 p.m., the jet-lagged person in the suite was awakened by a knock on the door.

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