Xia He took out the medicine jar from the bag one by one and put it on the table, for fear that he would grab the bag and throw it all into the drawer, so he took precautions in advance.

Chang Qiming's eyes turned back and forth a few times with her movements, seven or eight kinds of medicines, all kinds of colors, some drinks, some pills, and some capsules.

Chang Qiming counted the bottles and cans on the table, and unconsciously sneezed, at this moment his desk really looked like a laboratory.

"I'll fetch you water. Xia He picked up his thermos cup, took two steps and turned back, "Those medicines are the same." ”

"......" Chang Qiming picked up the medicine bottle and shook it, he felt that the medicine he had taken in the past ten years did not add up to so much.

And he just had a cold, and he didn't have some mysterious terminal illness, he wasn't so weak, and he would automatically get better in two days.

Is this how delicate a girl is? When you are sick, you can make so many kinds of medicine with cosmetics?

When Xia He came back, Chang Qiming had already poured all the medicine on a piece of paper, one pill per bottle, a total of eight pills, and cough syrup.

Chang Qiming felt that he didn't have a cough and didn't understand why he was drinking such a bad smelling thing, but on a hot day, the little girl ran out to buy it, and she couldn't let her heart go.

Chang Qiming found that Xia He carefully mixed the water, the temperature was just right, and after Xia He put the water cup in Chang Qiming's hand, he returned to his computer.

Xia He didn't have so much thought about meeting Xia Xin today, and he wasn't enough to take it to heart, but after sitting down, he always felt that he couldn't read the information on the computer.

She didn't even know that she was thinking about some mystery in her head, no real picture, no thoughts, like a mess of numbness, the more chaotic it became.

In the end, she could only do some errands, and the proofreading copy couldn't see an obvious typo in it, and she almost submitted it to Chang Qiming, but fortunately, a colleague passing by saw it and reminded her, otherwise the warmth of the medicine and water just now would definitely not be enough for Chang Qiming to spare himself.

On the other hand, Yao Man, after coming back, was full of energy, and completed the final draft of the project in a short time, which made Xia He envious!

"Xiao Xiahe, I'm done, I'll be on the shelves next week!" Yao Man snatched half a cup of Coke from the others with her coffee cup, and slumped comfortably in the chair, looking at Xia He with a melancholy expression.

Xia He raised his head from the keyboard, a few small red squares were printed on his cheeks, and the computer screen was full of garbled characters.

"Sister Xiaoyao!"

"Where haven't you finished, my sister is here to help you take a look. Yao Man cocked his legs, put them on the table, and tilted his body to look at Xia He.

"What to do, I feel like I'm not online. Xia He gently tilted his head on the table, wrinkling his face, feeling aggrieved.

"You're just an errand runner, no matter how much you do, you won't be paid a little more, and you're occasionally lazy!" Yao Man teased.

She knew that the boys she had just met in Times Square knew Xia He, but neither of them had said anything, so she didn't need to dwell on it, Xia He might have a past that she couldn't say, and one of the boys had an ulterior secret.

One is to say goodbye to the past and try to move forward, and the other is to dwell on the past and disguise yourself with a mask that will be in the present.

As she watched these two contradictions appear in front of her, she finally figured out how she should end her project.