At that time, she always thought that he would never pay attention to her again, but she didn't expect to remember this gift.

She was still in a daze, and the door had been slammed.

Pei Yun lightly grabbed the bow and pulled the door open, and outside the door stood a neatly dressed Tang Moshen.

Men are tall and have long legs, and they are born with clothes racks, and the military shirt in summer is tucked away in the straight military pants, which makes the legs look more and more long.

The man standing in the corridor was as domineering and calm as before, revealing the nobility of the superior from head to toe, and he was even brighter and dazzling than the man in her impression.

No matter how many times she saw him, she still couldn't help but feel excited.

His gaze swept over the recurve bow in her hand and the bath towel that fell on her, Tang Moshen frowned slightly.

For such a long time, she hasn't dressed yet?

His gaze swept over her damp shoulders, noticing a distinct kiss mark on her shoulder, and his brow throbbed again.

"Dry your hair, change your clothes and eat."

"Oh, I'll be right here."

Tang Moshen turned around and walked in the direction of the stairs.

"Uncle!" Pei Yun chased after him, "Is this bow for me?" ”

The man paused, pursed his lips.

"It's not!"

Bear two faces under one hood!

Obviously, the word "cloud" is written on it, but I still don't admit it.

Pei Yun pouted lightly, "I don't care, it's mine in my room, I want it!" Thank you, I love it! ”

Holding her bow, she happily returned to her room.

Tang Moshen's face was silent, but the look in his ink eyes had unconsciously softened.

Secretary Wen, who was waiting downstairs, saw him and immediately hurried over, "Minister, the plane has been arranged, when will Miss go to the airport?" ”

"No need."

Don't use it?

Secretary Wen raised his eyebrows in shock.

Last night, Tang Moshen called him in the middle of the night and asked him to arrange Pei Yunqing to the military hospital, saying that it had to be done, he made countless phone calls, and finally completed the formalities, and now he doesn't need it?

"Young Master!" Uncle Zhou, the housekeeper, walked over, "Breakfast is ready." ”

Tang Moshen is now a general, and he has the position of a minister, but at home, the housekeeper still habitually calls him the young master.

Tang Moshen nodded, walked towards the restaurant, and ordered lightly in his mouth.

"Wait a minute, arrange for a driver to take her to school."

Zhou Bo glanced sideways and glanced at Secretary Wen, who was also looking at him.

The two exchanged a look, and Uncle Zhou responded calmly.

"Yes!"

Tang Moshen walked into the dining room and sat down in the main seat, his gaze naturally swept over the tableware on the right side of the table and landed on the chair on his right.

This Tang Palace was built a hundred years ago and is a new residence of the Tang family.

Tang's father is now old, and it is inconvenient to go up and down the stairs, and now he lives in the old mansion of the Tang family in the courtyard house in the city.

In this house, in addition to the housekeeper, maid, and driver, there is only Tang Moshen.

He took Pei Yun into the Tang Palace, and this seat became her exclusive seat until he kicked her out of the house.

The ear caught the footsteps of the girl on the stairs, and Tang Moshen retracted his gaze.

Seeing the housekeeper and Secretary Wen, Pei Yunqing immediately greeted the two happily.

"Secretary Wen, Uncle Zhou, morning!"

When she was in the Tang family, these two took care of her very well, and they hadn't seen each other for ten years, so they were naturally happy when they met again.

"Miss, morning!"

Uncle Zhou and Secretary Wen responded in unison, their faces were impassive, but they were all embarrassed in their hearts.

I was going to die or live last night, and even shot at Tang Moshen, can I still laugh at this time?!

This is ...... The heart is so big!

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