After dinner, Luo Yan rushed to the company.

As soon as I sent the meeting summary to the mailbox of each general manager, I received a call from Cheng Jianshe.

Hearing his voice, Luo Yan frowned.

"I'm not available today?"

Cheng Jianshe's voice is as loud as ever, "I'll send you my best man's uniform, don't forget to try it then."

"I understand," Luo Yan took the phone away, and Cheng Jianshe seemed to know how to increase the volume a little.

"You wait."

Luo Yanzhong took the phone closer again.

"Zhou Qingwan has it."

"That's all? I'm dead."

Luo Yan was too lazy to listen to a little more when he was waiting for anyone else, so he hung up the phone coldly.

"Hey, wait a moment," Cheng Jianshe took the microphone and muttered, "You think I'm willing to say it, aren't you afraid that my mother will get fucked?"

In the evening, Luo Yan came to pick up Lin Miao.

“Where to go?”

Lin Miao asked as the car walked to the other side.

"Grandpa called and asked us to come over and have a meal."

"Okay, I haven't visited him for a long time," Lin Miao respected and loved the old man from the bottom of his heart.

"Earlier, he said he wanted to eat the third one, so let's take a detour and buy him some?"

Lin Miao suggested.

Luo Yan looked at her with a smile, "That sugar is too high, don't you not allow it?"

"If you buy it, put it in the car first. When you have the pulse, you can still eat one or two pieces of money."

Luo Yan shook his head.

"This is also an encouragement," Lin Miao explained very seriously.

Luo Yan smiled.

Anyway, he is not a professional, so she just says it.

Because of the detour, it was a bit late for both of them to go there.

When I entered the door, the food was already on the table.

"Why did you come?" Since he knew the two of them were coming, Mr. Luo has been waiting.

"It's too late to get traffic jams," Luo Yan smiled and explained, sitting next to him.

Lin Miao took the medicine pillow and placed it at his hand.

"I'm pretty good," Mr. Luo struggled in vain.

"I know, I just look at it," Lin Miao said comfortingly.

"Then stop looking, you need to take medicine as soon as you see it," Mr. Luo covered his wrist angrily.

"Old Luo," Lin Miao tilted his head and insisted on smiling at him.

Luo Yan smiled and squinted his eyes. Lin Miao was cute and gentle like this.

I believe I will be a good mother in the future.

Mr. Luo held on for a few seconds and reached out his hand obediently.

Lin Miao gently put his finger on his wrist.

A few minutes later, she signaled.

Mr. Luo cooperated to change his hands.

When Lin Miao took back his hand, he stared at her and stared at her.

Today, there is a braised pork he thought about for several days.

"Yes, you've been doing well during this period."

Luo Yan picks his eyes.

Lin Miao nodded with a smile.

Luo Yan immediately got up and soon brought a bag of greased paper.

"This is for you."

"What's this?"

Luo Lao sniffed and smelled a familiar smell.

When he opened it, his eyes lit up, "I'm like a third child."

"Yes," Luo Yan sat down with a smile, watching him pinch the cake and put it in his mouth.

"It's so delicious," Mr. Luo narrowed his eyes.

"Old Luo," Cheng Dong came from behind.

Mr. Luo hurriedly hid the paper behind him.

Cheng Dong was helpless.

"It's time to eat, how can you eat this?"

"I'll just eat two pieces," Old Luo stared at his eyes, pinched one piece with his hands, and stuffed it into his mouth.

"You can eat at most two pieces a day," Lin Miao answered, stretching out her white and tender hands.

Mr. Luo pouted slightly and reluctantly put the paper bag in Lin Miao's hand.

Lin Miao transferred it to Cheng Dong, "This thing is heavy with oil and sugar, so you can't let Mr. Luo eat too much."

Cheng Dong nodded and said that he would strictly abide by it.

"Eat," Mr. Luo stood up and said angrily as he listened to the two of them singing and reconciliation.

Lin Miao curled her lips to look at Luo Yan.

Luo Yan held her hand and gently squeezed her to comfort her.

Cheng Dong caught a glimpse of the two interacting, and walked two steps with a smile.

In the dining room, the meals are ready early in the morning.

As soon as he sat down, Lin Miao pointed to the braised pork and said to Lao Luo, who was holding the chopsticks, "The sugar you have taken today is enough, and you can't eat this anymore."

Lao Luo froze and glared at Lin Miao.

Lin Miao curled her lips, "Otherwise, the third brother would be gone."

Mr. Luo blinked and turned his eyes away for a long time.

If you don’t eat, don’t eat it. At worst, you can just make it tomorrow.

Luo Yan smiled and picked up chopsticks and vegetables for him, and picked up a braised pork with rosy and translucent chopsticks for Lin Miao with his backhand.

"Try it, this meat is the most authentic here and can't be eaten anywhere else."

Lin Miao tasted it and nodded.

Indeed, the meat was handled very well, without any fishy smell of meat, the sauce was cooked just right, and the heat was almost at its peak. The meat pieces melted in the mouth, which made people unable to stop.

Mr. Luo looked at the two of them with half of the meat, one by one, and they felt depressed.

"I heard that the old Zhang family has a back."

Luo Yan's chopsticks paused slightly.

Lin Miao was chewing the meat, but she was still a little confused.

"Where are you, when will I let me hold my great-grandson?"

"Or why not make it this year?" Old Luo stared at Lin Miao and stared at her belly with bright eyes.

Lin Miao never thought that Mr. Luo would say this, and he was caught off guard and choked suddenly.

"Slow down," Luo Yan hurriedly patted her back.

But Lin Miao choked on the trachea, and it was useless to just take pictures.

Seeing that her face was red due to coughing, Cheng Dong rushed to pour water.

After several large gulps, Lin Miao recovered.

She exhaled and leaned softly on the back of the chair.

"Grandpa, what are you doing here for this? "Luo Yan felt very distressed when he looked at Lin Miaoxu's weak and weak look and sweating on his forehead.
To be continued...