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Duan Hong didn't rush Tang Tianbao. Instead, he just leaned against the kitchen door and waited. There was less seriousness in his eyes and even a smile on his face. She was happy to have Tang Tianbao, the son of a director. She was also happy that she would be able to dream of such a good daughter-in-law in the future.

Tang Tianbao pretended that he was choked by Steamed Bun. He let out a burp and chewed while swallowing. He had an uncomfortable expression on his face.

”Aiya, eat slower. It's like you haven't eaten for a long time.” Duan Hong said.

”Mm …” Mom, you … ”Yes, I don't know …” Tang Tianbao swallowed his saliva as he said in an intermittent manner, ”I starved to death at the unit.” ”If you can't finish your work, the boss won't let you go off work …”

”What about Yu Meng? Can she eat? ” Yu Meng asked with concern.

”She? Their female employees were much happier and allowed to rest. They were even allowed to eat downstairs. We male employees are not so happy. ” Tang Tianbao still grumbled, but at this time, the object of his grumbling was different.

”Take care of her more often.” Duan Hong said.

”Well, Mom, don't worry. ”I will.” Tang Tianbao replied.

”Oh yeah, give me your number first.” Duan Hong changed the topic to the phone number.

”I don't have one now. I only have her cell phone. ” Tang Tianbao suddenly caught up. He had never thought that he would be able to solve such a difficult problem.

In order to show the authenticity of his answer, Tang Tianbao explained, ”I only remember Yu Meng's cell phone number. No one remembers the unit's phone number. Moreover, if I were to find her at the office, wouldn't I have gone directly to her office?”

This answer was extremely beautiful, causing Duan Hong to be unable to see any flaws in it. The more times a lie was told, the more truthful it seemed. This world was made up of real and fake. What was real? What was fake? No one could tell for sure.

Duan Hong believed Tang Tianbao's lie. She believed it, so that explanation was true. Tang Tianbao picked up the soy milk and took a sip before placing it on the table. He was full, and his stomach felt a little bloated.

Tang Tianbao walked in front of Duan Hong and grabbed his arms. ”Mom, you should rest early.” Yu Meng is fine, I'm here, so don't worry. The important thing is that you take care of yourself. When you go downstairs to buy food, be careful of the cars on the road. There are more cars now, so you should be careful. ”

”Alright, you don't have to worry about Mom.” Duan Hong did not call Yu Meng, but her heart still felt warm after receiving her son's concern.

”Mom, you should go back to your room to rest. Let me clean up the tableware. ” Tang Tianbao said as he pushed Duan Hong into the living room.

”You've been working all day, go rest. ”Let me do it.” Yu Meng insisted on going into the kitchen.

”Aiya, Mom, let me do it. I'm having a little too much to eat, so I might as well exercise a little, otherwise I won't be able to sleep at night, and my stomach will swell up to the point of being in a panic. ” As Tang Tianbao spoke, he put the chopsticks and cup into the dishwasher. He turned on the tap and the cold water splashed everywhere.

”You rest early too.” Duan Hong returned to his room after speaking.

Soon, the cup was filled with water. The water flowed out from the cup and still had a bit of milk in its milky white color. It was light.

Tang Tianbao was somewhat absent-minded. All he could think about was his dreams. Although his hands were still in the dishwasher and the cold water was still on top of it, he didn't feel anything at all.

'Yu Meng, where are you now? ' Are you all right? Tang Tianbao repeatedly asked in his heart as if he was asking about Wentian, as well as the ground and finally himself. Today's result was caused by Tang Tianbao himself. He blamed himself, he should have taken responsibility for everything, but he couldn't. Because the victim had disappeared, suddenly, as if the air had evaporated from the world. Tang Tianbao missed her more and more. He couldn't tell if this was a friendship or a love, but maybe it was a relationship between the two. If both men could regard this ambiguous feeling as a friendship, then their friendship would last forever; if both men could regard this ambiguous feeling as a love, then their love would be inseparable; however, the fear was that they were one who regarded this ambiguous feeling as a friendship and the other as a love, which was always filled with sad figures. The victim was forever someone who had been moved by emotions.