Chapter 25 Be a Polite Mrs. Long
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Ban Shi Liu Li
"Okay, don't be angry. I know you are angry now, so I won't argue with you. Calm down. I'll go first." Su Shijie found a step for himself.
Anyway, he made up his mind in his heart that he would not let Tang Mianmian go.
It was only after being with Yan Youlan that she discovered Tang Mianmian's beauty, which is unparalleled.
Men, they all eat from the bowl and look at the pot.
Su Shijie fully demonstrated this inferiority of men to the fullest.
As soon as Su Shijie left, Tang Mianmian felt that the air was much fresher.
She was almost so angry that her stomach hurt, she waved to the waiter and said, "Order me this brand of low-temperature yogurt."
There must be no chance to eat at the banquet. Since everyone is here, she should eat something to fill her stomach first.
Otherwise, I will starve again in a while.
Not long after, the waiter brought yogurt, and Tang Mianmian felt much better.
Food can make people feel happy, and she finally swept away the previous depression. When she was about to get up and go back to the banquet, she saw a man with a cold face behind her.
"Why are you here?" She looked at Long Yejue in surprise.
The man lowered his eyes slightly, looked at the yogurt she had already drank, and raised his eyes in surprise, "I came to find you, why are you here?"
"I, I'm hungry, so I came here to eat something, I forgot to tell you, I'm sorry." Tang Mianmian chose to hide it.
After all, it was her past, and it was still very chaotic, she didn't want to be involved in her present life at all.
And a man like Long Yejue certainly doesn't like to hear this kind of news.
So subconsciously, she chose to conceal it.
The hand behind the man clenched slightly, and the tingling was still there, but he didn't even frown, "Are you full?"
"Hug." She smiled and rolled her eyes, the last bit of depression completely disappeared after he appeared.
I was in an extremely good mood, and happily took his arm, "I don't know how long the reception will last, I want to go home."
"You can leave now." He said calmly, leading her all the way out of the coffee shop.
She widened her eyes, as if a little surprised, "But haven't you congratulated the newcomers yet?"
"But you want to go home."
A sentence without ups and downs at all, but set off a huge wave in her heart.
The hand holding his arm was also a little tighter.
Tang Mianmian was deeply moved, and said sincerely, "Thank you, but I still plan to bless the couple."
"Why? Don't you want to go home?" Long Yejue suppressed and raised his eyebrows, puzzled by her actions.
Tang Mianmian smiled softly, "Because I want to be a polite Mrs. Long."
He lowered his eyes, and his eyes met hers unexpectedly.
These words put him in a particularly good mood, "Although I really want you to be a polite Mrs. Long, but now I want you to be a Mrs. Long who cares about her husband."
"What do you mean?" She frowned and asked puzzled.
Only then did Long Yejue stretch out his injured hand.
Tang Mianmian's eyes widened in shock, and her tone was anxious and flustered, "You're hurt! How could you be hurt? I only left for a while."
But then he realized that what he cared about was not the main point, and he slammed his head again, "Why do I care about this now, I should take you to bandage it first!"
After all, no matter how petite his strength is, he put his uninjured hand on his shoulder, "You can lean on me for a while."
"..." Although Long Yejue really wanted to see such a scene, the only thing he hurt was his hand, okay?
Originally, he wanted or had to be concerned, but after seeing her anxious look, there seemed to be a faint mist in her almond eyes.
He suddenly felt distressed.
I feel that I shouldn't make such a fuss.
Although it still satisfies its own selfish desires.
Tang Mianmian was still in a hurry, even if she didn't see the car, "Where's Anyi? Why didn't the car stop here, and went there instead? Is there a better hospital nearby? Does your hand hurt?"
She was in a panic.
"Mianmian." He finally spoke.
"Huh? What's the matter? Does it hurt? I'll call Anyi right away and ask him to pick you up right away." Tang Mianmian frantically looked for her phone in her bag.
"Mianmian." He called again helplessly.
Tang Mianmian held the mobile phone like a headless chicken, crying with anxiety, "What is Anyi's phone number? I'm really stupid, but I can't remember his number at a critical moment."
Because it was a new phone, she only kept three, one at home, one from Long Yejue, and one from Fu Ranran.
Sighing, Long Yejue raised her head and said seriously, "Mianmian, this is just a minor injury, I'm fine."
Tang Mianmian obviously had tears in his eyes, flustered, "Really?"
"Really." He nodded seriously, for fear that this flustered little woman would not believe him, "And I was injured on my hands, my feet are fine, I can walk by myself, you don't need to support me."
Only then did Tang Mianmian realize that she was too nervous, and smiled wryly, "I've never encountered such a thing, so I don't know how to deal with it, sorry."
"Why are you sorry?" He asked while pressing Anyi's number.
Tang Mianmian lowered her head, feeling inferior, "I feel so stupid."
He sighed, and hugged her into his arms. There was a long smile on the corner of his mouth, but intoxicating love in his eyes, "Mianmian, you never have to say sorry to me, you know?"
She frowned, a little unable to understand the meaning of this sentence, and was about to ask, but his phone was already connected.
"Driving the car to the door." He explained a few words and then closed the line.
Tang Mianmian was still thinking about the meaning of this sentence with her head down, holding his injured hand with both hands, pressing his bleeding wound with a tissue.
With her like this, Long Yejue had the urge to kiss her.
But he also put it into action, lifting her chin with his uninjured hand.
Tang Mianmian panicked, she didn't dare to look directly into his eyes, and dodged in a panic, afraid to see clearly the emotion in his eyes that frightened her.
Because she never thought that she would have a crush on a man she had known for less than a month.
But Long Yejue didn't let her hide, he stroked her neck with his slender fingers, pressed his thin lips close to her cheek, and said in a charming voice, "Mianmian, I want to kiss you."
It was the first time he called a woman affectionately, and it was a courtship-like kiss.
These are things that Long Yejue has never experienced.
Before Tang Mianmian could react, Anyi's car drove over.
Tang Mianmian snapped back to her senses, and quickly turned her head, as if he was relieved, "The car, the car is here."
Almost, almost she was about to nod.
The charm of this man is simply astonishing, if you are not careful, you will fall into it.
Flames flashed across Long Yejue's eyes, and he sighed invisibly.
"Young Master Jue, you are in such a hurry to get a car, where are you going?" Anyi didn't notice the ambiguous emotion between the two.
But he could clearly feel Jue Shao's displeasure.
That look, like ice cubes, is frighteningly cold!
"His hand is injured and needs to be bandaged. Let's go to the nearest hospital." Tang Mianmian hurriedly explained, and also helped Long Yejue to the car.
Only then did An Yi turn pale with shock, and panicked, "Injured? How could you be injured if you're fine?"
That's right, how could you get hurt?
Only then did Tang Mianmian remember that she seemed to have forgotten to ask.
After getting into the car, she asked, "How did you get the injury on your hand?"
Long Yejue lowered his eyes and explained in an unhurried manner, "I accidentally bumped into a fragment."
"Accidentally?" Anyi's voice was a few decibels higher, he was a little suspicious, would Master Jue be careless?
Before he could ask, he felt the cold eyes from the CEO, and he shut his mouth wisely.
But Tang Mianmian was telling, "Be more careful in the future, and you should go to the doctor as soon as you get injured, not me!"
On this point, she made a very eloquent statement.
Anyi also nodded in agreement, "Yes, if you are injured, you must go to the doctor!"
hissing...
Mr. President's eye knife was thrown over again.
An Yi hesitated for a moment, and made up his mind not to speak again.
Because he suspected that if he interrupted again, he might be dismissed by the unhappy Young Master Jue.
At that time, the holiday will really be gone.
Only Tang Mianmian was left talking in the car, and he arrived at the nearest hospital after a while.
She was busy up and down, until his wound was bandaged, the big stone in her heart fell to the ground.
The old doctor told him sincerely, "During this period of time, the wound should not get wet, and don't eat things that get angry, and the medicine should be taken on time."
"Okay, thank you doctor." Tang Mianmian was very grateful, "Do as you said, and you'll be fine, right?"
"It's okay, it's just a piece of wine glass. I've dealt with it many times." The old doctor said with experience.
Tang Mianmian was stunned for a moment, and the word wine glass floated in his mind.
But Long Yejue's eyes darkened, and he said to her, "I'm hungry, let's go back."
"Okay." His words can always accurately divert her attention.
When she was in the car, she was busy using her mobile phone to check what dishes were good for wound healing.
Long Yejue originally closed his eyes and rested his mind, but he felt that there was something missing in sitting like this.
Opening his deep eyes, he glanced at the woman who was looking at the mobile phone, and after a long time raised his hand, he took her into his arms.
She tilted her whole body and couldn't help being surprised, "What's wrong?"
"It hurts easier this way." He explained seriously.
Although Tang Mianmian was puzzled, she still believed him.
After all, he has no reason to lie to himself, does he?
Anyi, who was driving ahead, was shocked when he heard these words, and the car curved for a while before returning to normal.
Looking in the rearview mirror, Master Jue's eyes are murderously cold...
Anyi thought bitterly, Young Master Jue, next time you play tricks, send me a signal.
Can't afford to hurt.
As soon as he got home, Long Yejue was raised as a patient.
It was rare for Xiaoman Yang to show off his power, so he asked him to sit on the sofa without moving.
Everything, with her.
And Long Yejue really sat on the sofa watching TV with peace of mind.
From time to time, I could hear the sound of the little sheep busying around.
This feeling made him slightly raise the corners of his mouth, feeling very good.
After Tang Mianmian brought up the dinner and invited him to come over, her soaring mood suddenly sank to the bottom.
Carrots, fungus, tomatoes, bitter gourd...
Every time he looked at it, his face would sink a little bit.
These are all things he doesn't like to eat!
Seeing his expression, Tang Mianmian probably guessed something, and hurriedly explained, "I know you don't like to eat these, but these are good for your wound, so you just make do with it, the healing of the wound is important."
Anyway, he made up his mind in his heart that he would not let Tang Mianmian go.
It was only after being with Yan Youlan that she discovered Tang Mianmian's beauty, which is unparalleled.
Men, they all eat from the bowl and look at the pot.
Su Shijie fully demonstrated this inferiority of men to the fullest.
As soon as Su Shijie left, Tang Mianmian felt that the air was much fresher.
She was almost so angry that her stomach hurt, she waved to the waiter and said, "Order me this brand of low-temperature yogurt."
There must be no chance to eat at the banquet. Since everyone is here, she should eat something to fill her stomach first.
Otherwise, I will starve again in a while.
Not long after, the waiter brought yogurt, and Tang Mianmian felt much better.
Food can make people feel happy, and she finally swept away the previous depression. When she was about to get up and go back to the banquet, she saw a man with a cold face behind her.
"Why are you here?" She looked at Long Yejue in surprise.
The man lowered his eyes slightly, looked at the yogurt she had already drank, and raised his eyes in surprise, "I came to find you, why are you here?"
"I, I'm hungry, so I came here to eat something, I forgot to tell you, I'm sorry." Tang Mianmian chose to hide it.
After all, it was her past, and it was still very chaotic, she didn't want to be involved in her present life at all.
And a man like Long Yejue certainly doesn't like to hear this kind of news.
So subconsciously, she chose to conceal it.
The hand behind the man clenched slightly, and the tingling was still there, but he didn't even frown, "Are you full?"
"Hug." She smiled and rolled her eyes, the last bit of depression completely disappeared after he appeared.
I was in an extremely good mood, and happily took his arm, "I don't know how long the reception will last, I want to go home."
"You can leave now." He said calmly, leading her all the way out of the coffee shop.
She widened her eyes, as if a little surprised, "But haven't you congratulated the newcomers yet?"
"But you want to go home."
A sentence without ups and downs at all, but set off a huge wave in her heart.
The hand holding his arm was also a little tighter.
Tang Mianmian was deeply moved, and said sincerely, "Thank you, but I still plan to bless the couple."
"Why? Don't you want to go home?" Long Yejue suppressed and raised his eyebrows, puzzled by her actions.
Tang Mianmian smiled softly, "Because I want to be a polite Mrs. Long."
He lowered his eyes, and his eyes met hers unexpectedly.
These words put him in a particularly good mood, "Although I really want you to be a polite Mrs. Long, but now I want you to be a Mrs. Long who cares about her husband."
"What do you mean?" She frowned and asked puzzled.
Only then did Long Yejue stretch out his injured hand.
Tang Mianmian's eyes widened in shock, and her tone was anxious and flustered, "You're hurt! How could you be hurt? I only left for a while."
But then he realized that what he cared about was not the main point, and he slammed his head again, "Why do I care about this now, I should take you to bandage it first!"
After all, no matter how petite his strength is, he put his uninjured hand on his shoulder, "You can lean on me for a while."
"..." Although Long Yejue really wanted to see such a scene, the only thing he hurt was his hand, okay?
Originally, he wanted or had to be concerned, but after seeing her anxious look, there seemed to be a faint mist in her almond eyes.
He suddenly felt distressed.
I feel that I shouldn't make such a fuss.
Although it still satisfies its own selfish desires.
Tang Mianmian was still in a hurry, even if she didn't see the car, "Where's Anyi? Why didn't the car stop here, and went there instead? Is there a better hospital nearby? Does your hand hurt?"
She was in a panic.
"Mianmian." He finally spoke.
"Huh? What's the matter? Does it hurt? I'll call Anyi right away and ask him to pick you up right away." Tang Mianmian frantically looked for her phone in her bag.
"Mianmian." He called again helplessly.
Tang Mianmian held the mobile phone like a headless chicken, crying with anxiety, "What is Anyi's phone number? I'm really stupid, but I can't remember his number at a critical moment."
Because it was a new phone, she only kept three, one at home, one from Long Yejue, and one from Fu Ranran.
Sighing, Long Yejue raised her head and said seriously, "Mianmian, this is just a minor injury, I'm fine."
Tang Mianmian obviously had tears in his eyes, flustered, "Really?"
"Really." He nodded seriously, for fear that this flustered little woman would not believe him, "And I was injured on my hands, my feet are fine, I can walk by myself, you don't need to support me."
Only then did Tang Mianmian realize that she was too nervous, and smiled wryly, "I've never encountered such a thing, so I don't know how to deal with it, sorry."
"Why are you sorry?" He asked while pressing Anyi's number.
Tang Mianmian lowered her head, feeling inferior, "I feel so stupid."
He sighed, and hugged her into his arms. There was a long smile on the corner of his mouth, but intoxicating love in his eyes, "Mianmian, you never have to say sorry to me, you know?"
She frowned, a little unable to understand the meaning of this sentence, and was about to ask, but his phone was already connected.
"Driving the car to the door." He explained a few words and then closed the line.
Tang Mianmian was still thinking about the meaning of this sentence with her head down, holding his injured hand with both hands, pressing his bleeding wound with a tissue.
With her like this, Long Yejue had the urge to kiss her.
But he also put it into action, lifting her chin with his uninjured hand.
Tang Mianmian panicked, she didn't dare to look directly into his eyes, and dodged in a panic, afraid to see clearly the emotion in his eyes that frightened her.
Because she never thought that she would have a crush on a man she had known for less than a month.
But Long Yejue didn't let her hide, he stroked her neck with his slender fingers, pressed his thin lips close to her cheek, and said in a charming voice, "Mianmian, I want to kiss you."
It was the first time he called a woman affectionately, and it was a courtship-like kiss.
These are things that Long Yejue has never experienced.
Before Tang Mianmian could react, Anyi's car drove over.
Tang Mianmian snapped back to her senses, and quickly turned her head, as if he was relieved, "The car, the car is here."
Almost, almost she was about to nod.
The charm of this man is simply astonishing, if you are not careful, you will fall into it.
Flames flashed across Long Yejue's eyes, and he sighed invisibly.
"Young Master Jue, you are in such a hurry to get a car, where are you going?" Anyi didn't notice the ambiguous emotion between the two.
But he could clearly feel Jue Shao's displeasure.
That look, like ice cubes, is frighteningly cold!
"His hand is injured and needs to be bandaged. Let's go to the nearest hospital." Tang Mianmian hurriedly explained, and also helped Long Yejue to the car.
Only then did An Yi turn pale with shock, and panicked, "Injured? How could you be injured if you're fine?"
That's right, how could you get hurt?
Only then did Tang Mianmian remember that she seemed to have forgotten to ask.
After getting into the car, she asked, "How did you get the injury on your hand?"
Long Yejue lowered his eyes and explained in an unhurried manner, "I accidentally bumped into a fragment."
"Accidentally?" Anyi's voice was a few decibels higher, he was a little suspicious, would Master Jue be careless?
Before he could ask, he felt the cold eyes from the CEO, and he shut his mouth wisely.
But Tang Mianmian was telling, "Be more careful in the future, and you should go to the doctor as soon as you get injured, not me!"
On this point, she made a very eloquent statement.
Anyi also nodded in agreement, "Yes, if you are injured, you must go to the doctor!"
hissing...
Mr. President's eye knife was thrown over again.
An Yi hesitated for a moment, and made up his mind not to speak again.
Because he suspected that if he interrupted again, he might be dismissed by the unhappy Young Master Jue.
At that time, the holiday will really be gone.
Only Tang Mianmian was left talking in the car, and he arrived at the nearest hospital after a while.
She was busy up and down, until his wound was bandaged, the big stone in her heart fell to the ground.
The old doctor told him sincerely, "During this period of time, the wound should not get wet, and don't eat things that get angry, and the medicine should be taken on time."
"Okay, thank you doctor." Tang Mianmian was very grateful, "Do as you said, and you'll be fine, right?"
"It's okay, it's just a piece of wine glass. I've dealt with it many times." The old doctor said with experience.
Tang Mianmian was stunned for a moment, and the word wine glass floated in his mind.
But Long Yejue's eyes darkened, and he said to her, "I'm hungry, let's go back."
"Okay." His words can always accurately divert her attention.
When she was in the car, she was busy using her mobile phone to check what dishes were good for wound healing.
Long Yejue originally closed his eyes and rested his mind, but he felt that there was something missing in sitting like this.
Opening his deep eyes, he glanced at the woman who was looking at the mobile phone, and after a long time raised his hand, he took her into his arms.
She tilted her whole body and couldn't help being surprised, "What's wrong?"
"It hurts easier this way." He explained seriously.
Although Tang Mianmian was puzzled, she still believed him.
After all, he has no reason to lie to himself, does he?
Anyi, who was driving ahead, was shocked when he heard these words, and the car curved for a while before returning to normal.
Looking in the rearview mirror, Master Jue's eyes are murderously cold...
Anyi thought bitterly, Young Master Jue, next time you play tricks, send me a signal.
Can't afford to hurt.
As soon as he got home, Long Yejue was raised as a patient.
It was rare for Xiaoman Yang to show off his power, so he asked him to sit on the sofa without moving.
Everything, with her.
And Long Yejue really sat on the sofa watching TV with peace of mind.
From time to time, I could hear the sound of the little sheep busying around.
This feeling made him slightly raise the corners of his mouth, feeling very good.
After Tang Mianmian brought up the dinner and invited him to come over, her soaring mood suddenly sank to the bottom.
Carrots, fungus, tomatoes, bitter gourd...
Every time he looked at it, his face would sink a little bit.
These are all things he doesn't like to eat!
Seeing his expression, Tang Mianmian probably guessed something, and hurriedly explained, "I know you don't like to eat these, but these are good for your wound, so you just make do with it, the healing of the wound is important."
