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"Zhuo Qing answers lazily:" Hum, did not put, if I put, this wheelchair must give crush. Bai Qianyao:.. Is this the time to tell a bad joke! This day's banquet is really in her not salty not light voice in the end, no waves. The so-called wind and cloud treacherous place, later think of, are only secretly brewing. But it's all the last word. At that time, Zhuo Qing had not thought of that far-reaching, just thinking that Ji Siyu was there, so he went back to the old house with him. So he said goodbye to Bai Qianyao in the banquet hall and waited in his car first. But the weather did not cooperate, and soon, the night was approaching, and a hazy drizzle began to fall. Her head fell down and she dozed off like a chicken pecking rice in the car. When she came to her senses, it was almost ten o'clock at night. When the driver saw her wake up, he looked up carefully and asked, "Would you like to make a phone call to ask the young master?" "No-well, that's coming." She pointed to a tall figure under the umbrella not far from the window. She seemed to be talking to someone about something, and when she wanted to take a closer look, she was already coming this way. As soon as the car door opened, the first thing she saw was the slightly wet cuff of her suit. Then there were the five white fingers with clear joints and two dozen baking boxes with faint steam. It's a tea cake. Ji Siyu sat beside her. "That master was invited back by Grandma from Hangzhou. When I transferred him to the old house, I had to let people chew your tongue behind your back." "Hm?"? So you've been gone so long. "I asked him to write the formula for me." "Huh?" Ji Siyu's voice was cold, and his words were as precious as gold: "I baked this." With that,wall penstocks, he turned away and looked out of the window. Perfunctory and heartless. Had it not been for the darkness, his ears would have been red, and his right hand, hidden under his clothes, would have been faintly scalded. Zhuo Qing didn't speak. He was stunned for a long time and carefully gathered the carton on his lap. I looked at it again and again, but I didn't want to open it. The author has something to say: He, he, he,disc air diffuser, they are going home! Today's Ji Shao Embarrassment Record: He disappeared after his speech at the banquet-everyone thought he had gone to socialize-but in fact he was learning to make tea cakes in the kitchen. Ji Shao (Gao Leng): This tea cake is not bad. The dim sum chef shivered: "Yes, yes, it's all right.". Ji Shao (probing): Do you have the formula? Oh, let me have a look. The pastry chef continued to shiver. Ji Shao (rolling up his sleeves): Which step should I take to start? Where are the people? The dim sum chef chose to die in situ. Ji Shao, wake up! Your hands are for counting money! It's not for making cakes. (The dim sum chef has been taken away.) Chapter 11 It takes more than an hour to drive all the way from the Sandalwood Palace to the old house. Zhuo Qing's biological clock had already arrived at the critical point. He was dizzy on the road. He could not stop his head falling like a chicken pecking rice. Several times, he almost fell directly into the window frame. Fortunately, Ji Siyu, who is around to correct documents, is always able to help him, so that he can avoid facing the embarrassing situation of putting a bag on his head. ……！” She was awakened by the force and sat up straight. When he came to his senses, he realized that it was just a "bump in the car", and then, while protecting the tea cake box on his knee, he mumbled a thank you with sleepy eyes. Ji Siyu did not take over, gently nodded, as a response, Wall Penstocks ,MBR reactor, the line of sight is still glued to the knee document, did not move away. In the quiet space, except for the clear sound of turning pages and breathing lightly, it became more and more deserted. Zhuo Qing: "…" Embarrassed, she turned her face away, propped up her cheeks, and the window to which she looked reflected her husband's clear side face exactly. The eyebrow bone is slightly protruding, the bridge of the nose is tall and straight, not as deep as a knife, chisel and axe, but it has its own cool and heroic spirit of warmth and strength of character. It is a pity that there is always a vague desolation that keeps people away from thousands of miles. If not for the clear memory, as if yesterday, Zhuo Qing, one of the parties, was even in a trance. The owner of this face had really tried his best to protect her two years ago and contained her under his wings; She also took her away from all the responsibilities and barriers, planned a small home, personally designed the drawings, and described with her where to set the desk and where to set the easel. At that time, I was so conceited that I always thought that if I was loved like that, I could enjoy such tenderness forever. But finally, step by step, the person who once put the future in her hands, trampled on by her, abandoned like an old shoe, but silently wiped the dust and gave her a chance to come back again and again was forced to be reborn. How painful it is to be reborn with living flesh and blood. She lowered her eyes and clung to the tea-cake box on her lap, which still had a faint hint of heat. Si Yu, "for a long time, just a little astringent and unfamiliar said:" The wound on the hand, go home, I give you some medicine? " Opposite the nib of the pen. For fear of aggravating her flattering image of "having nothing to do with Zhong Wuyan and having nothing to do with Xia Yingchun", she hastened to add: "If you don't want Sister-in-law Song to paint it for you, it's all right, and Sister-in-law Song's hands are light. I just, well, I remember that I went to Tibet once a year ago and bought a lot of Tibetan medicine. I heard that the effect was very good.." "I don't like them touching me." Zhuo Qing was stupefied, frowning slightly, and subconsciously took out his weak tone outside: "But Sister-in-law Song has worked in the old house for more than ten years. Watching you grow up, she must know the importance." Ji Siyu closed the document on his lap. Then don't paint it. A moment of silence. Zhuo Qing turned his head sideways and looked at his tight jaw line. The heart is vaguely about to feel sorry, but there are still some uncertainties, just to test: "still have to paint a little, otherwise." So, I'll paint it for you? "Mmm." That's a quick promise. Hey! = The old residence of the Ji family, located in a corner of the military/district compound, is adjacent to the Song family. It has always been famous in the circle for its 24-hour uninterrupted regular change of guard by the armed forces/police, its overlapping security checkpoints, and its meticulous work. Roughly speaking, although compared with the style and dignity of the Sandalwood Palace, the decoration of the old house is obviously much simpler, leaving many traces of the years,Belt Filter Press, but as a memorial of Ji's war for the country, its existence is really no different from some kind of meritorious achievements standing firm, with profound significance. khnwatertreatment.com