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And he then took it out on the doorman.
Fortunately, they are relatives, otherwise, they would have driven them away long ago, and only withheld a month's salary.
The doorman was aggrieved, he never thought that people needed to buy sanitary napkins, not because they were ruined and bleeding, but because they came to the aunt.
He always wanted to slap himself, scold him for having such a rich imagination, scold himself for being so nosy.
After the idlers left, Yang Zimei and Long Zhutian were in no mood anymore.
Long Zhutian stretched out his arms to embrace Yang Zimei with black lines all over his head, and sat on the sofa, even the pain that hadn't been resolved by himself disappeared.
"It's okay, it's okay, after another week, you can do whatever you want."
In order to ease the dull atmosphere and comfort his hurt feelings, Yang Zimei smiled deliberately, "There are many days when my aunt doesn't come to visit."
Long Zhutian was embarrassed, thinking that her stomach would be very uncomfortable during this period, so he reached out and stroked her abdomen and asked, "How? Is it very uncomfortable?"
"It's a little uncomfortable, but it's nothing serious, just take a rest."
Long Zhutian hugged her to sit on his lap, and massaged her lower abdomen with the palm of his hand.
This made Yang Zimei a little more comfortable.
It was only at this time that she appeared to be as fragile as ordinary girls and needed to be taken care of.
The phone rang, it was a call from home.
"Niuniu, today is your birthday, you have to go home for dinner, grandma has stewed the chicken soup and cooked the meal."
Father Yang Qing said.
"Okay. I'll go back later."
"Have you returned from the United States every day? Bring him over for dinner."
A year ago, Yang Zimei officially introduced Long Zhutian to his family. Everyone saw that Long Zhutian was imposing, and his temperament matched Yang Zimei's. What's more, they were unable to interfere with Yang Zimei, so they readily accepted this. future son-in-law.
"Okay, he's back and he's with me now."
"Well, go home early."
After hanging up his father's phone, the phone rang again, it was Jiang Ziliang's, "Master, I wish you a happy birthday!"
"Thank you Ziliang."
"Today's task is urgent, so I can't rush over to congratulate you on your birthday in person. I will make up for it as soon as it stops tomorrow."
Jiang Ziliang said.
"Hehe, it's not like I'm doing something for my 78th or 10th birthday. It's a very common thing to celebrate a birthday. You can do your own thing. There's no need to make a special trip back."
Yang Zimei smiled, and then said in a tone of sudden realization, "I see, the drunkard's intention is not to drink, it's fake for you to congratulate me on my birthday, but Sadako is real."
"Master, I was wrong. My disciple, I sincerely congratulated you on your birthday, and then I went to see Sadako by the way. Birthdays are very common, but your birthday is quite unusual, right? Eighteen years old..."
Jiang Ziliang smirked.
Since falling in love with Sadako, his whole mental state has changed. He is no longer as taciturn as before, but he has become clear and likes to joke.
Those who are familiar with her and Long Zhutian know that they waited for her to turn eighteen before breaking the precept.
Unexpectedly, people are not as good as heaven, if they know that this series of embarrassing things happened here today, they will die of laughter.
"Fuck off, is there such a joke about Master? It's a big treason!"
Even Jiang Ziliang made fun of herself like this, Yang Zimei was so ashamed, she said angrily, and hung up the phone hastily.
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