Adorable baby strikes: President Daddy is too difficult to deal with

This day, Tang Shi packed up his things and left the hospital, and happened to meet Bo Ye. Bo Ye was actually waiting here on purpose. Maybe he needed to explain to Tang Shi, but Tang Shi walked over calmly, met his eyes, and just said indifferently, "Excuse me."

Excuse me.

He waited bitterly, waiting for an excuse from her.

At that moment, Bo Ye felt that his heart, which he put together with great difficulty, was broken...

Watching Tang Shi pass by him, the distance is so short, but it seems to be [-] light-years away.

He tried everything, but he couldn't return to her.

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After Tang Shi got out of the hospital, she almost rushed to the company during the off-duty time, but Cong Shan still didn't come back, and the studio felt a little boring without him.

"Oh, I miss the days when Cong Xiaosan was here."

Little Moon lay down on the table, "It's over, the handsome man at the front of our studio has disappeared."

"Why don't you call the police?" Fangfang glanced at the green dinosaur, and Aaron was looking at the structure of the mannequin again. When he noticed Fangfang's eyes, he immediately said, "No, no, I think Sansan Even if you disappear for a while, you will always come back.”

"How do you know?" Old Wang glanced at him, "What if something happens?"

"Let's not guess wildly, Sansan has always been very stable in handling things, wait a minute." Tang Shi didn't know whether to comfort others or herself, looking at the empty place next to her, she remembered the first time she saw Cong Shan, He poked his head out of a pile of draft paper, and handed her a stick of instant coffee sleepily.

So close, it seems like yesterday.And so far away, everything disappeared.

"Without Congshan, the burden of designing fashion will fall on the shoulders of the goddess again." Lao Wang flew over a piece of instant coffee, "Your reward! Don't resign, the instant coffee is yours!"

If Tang Shi also leaves, the studio probably won't be able to take such a big blow, right?

Tang Shi smiled and took Lao Wang's coffee, "I obey the order!"

The studio’s daily Weibo hasn’t been updated for a long time, and this day Little Moon opened a message: The seventh day Sansan disappeared, I miss him.

"The chief handsome guy Sansan of the "Cultivation of Love" studio is missing!"

"My God, I'm so worried! Is something wrong?"

"Are you sick? Or was your job transferred? Why don't you do it well? We are all running after him!"

"That's right! Then is Dawn the only cp left now? Will she be lonely?"

"Boss, is there still a shortage of people? College students don't need money for internships."

The absence of Congshan is like the lack of an important labor force. Everyone found that only Congshan could complete the difficult labor at night, and the rest were tired when they shared it together. They missed Congshan and scolded him, "Damn! When will this brat come back! Do you want us?" Little Moon said quite aggrieved, "Men are all fickle! If you say goodbye, you will break! If you say goodbye, then leave!"

"If this happens again, I will use my dad's entertainment company's power to dig out the old man, and dig out his home address! Go block him at the door of his house!"

"I agree, you go quickly, block him, tie him up and forcefully take him back to the studio, press him in front of the computer, and don't give him food until he finishes his work." Lao Wang turned his pen, "Fang Fang, go quickly, Cong Xiaosan It's up to you whether you come back or not."

"So cruel?" Fang Fang scolded, "No, no, what if he is a big boss in the underworld, then I will die if I provoke him. Let's wait for him to come back obediently."

In a dark corner, the man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, took out his mobile phone hidden behind the mural, and opened it with pain.

Many people asked him why he couldn't come to work, and he couldn't reply, and his family would check him out once he replied.

I glanced at the recent official blog of the studio, and saw that it was Xiao Yueyue's tone, saying that Cong Xiaosan was not coming, and the studio missed him very much.

The man gave a rare smile, scrolled down, and saw a comment saying, Dawn is the only one left, will he be lonely.

He stayed on the page with his fingers for a long time, then quickly closed the page and put the phone back.

Dawn, Tang poetry, that woman.