Song Qianqian's day slowly passed in the torment.

finally got off work, and after Song Qianqian said goodbye to his colleagues, he picked up a small bag and rushed out of the company.

Oh my god, this brain cell must have died a lot today. It's all to blame on Lu Zihao, what kind of breakfast do you want to give? But to be honest, that breakfast is really delicious, and when you have time to ask him where he ordered it. I might as well try it myself.

Song Qianqian muttered while hurriedly bowing his head and walking outside. I don't know if she ate too much breakfast, her stomach was not very comfortable all day today.

"Song Qianqian!" a deep and incomparably deep voice sounded from behind her.

Listening to this extremely familiar but very unwanted voice, Song Qianqian frowned, he was really afraid of something.

She slowly turned to look at Lu Zihao, who was leaning on the car door, with an incomparably false smile on her face.

"President, what a coincidence, you are also off work?"

"You girl, you come the last to work, and you run faster than a rabbit when you get off work. Lu Zihao teased her.

Song Qianqian was wearing a white down jacket, and from a distance, he really looked like a running rabbit.

But fortunately she ran fast, otherwise he would have had to suffer from the cold here for a while.

"President, are you waiting for me?" Song Qianqian asked softly, wasn't he waiting here to ask for breakfast money?

After ordering so much breakfast, it must have cost a lot of money? The thought of spending money made Song Qianqian's little heart feel distressed.

Lu Zihao nodded in reply, he raised his right hand and hooked his finger at Song Qianqian, who was full of hypocritical smiles.

Song Qianqian saw his action and didn't understand it for a while. She pointed to her nose and asked uncertainly, "President, are you calling me?"

Lu Zihao exhaled deeply, why is this stupid girl's IQ getting lower and lower. He didn't have time to spend any more time with her, and a little impatience appeared on Junlang's face: "Song Qianqian, are you stupid, do you see that there are other people here besides the two of us?"

Song Qianqian naturally knew that there were only the two of them here, but she just didn't want to go over and didn't want to get too close to him.

But now that he has said it so clearly, if she doesn't go over, isn't it a little too faceless to give him?

Anyway, this is also at the door of his company. Wait a minute, when my colleagues come out of the company and see the two of them standing here, they will definitely be full of gossip again.

Song Qianqian reluctantly moved towards him in his heart, and the speed was not much faster than that of ants.

Seeing her reluctant look, Lu Zihao stepped forward with his thighs, stretched out his hand, and pulled her to his side at once.

"Song Qianqian, are you racing against ants?" he whispered in a ghostly voice leaning into Song Qianqian's ear.

Song Qianqian's brain exploded all of a sudden, and he didn't realize how ambiguous he and Lu Zihao's appearance was.

Looking at Lu Zihao's big hand on her arm, Song Qianqian couldn't help but think: Did this kid take advantage of her just now?

As soon as she raised her head, her gaze met Lu Zihao's eyes that were as deep as a whirlpool, and the fatal attraction seemed to melt her.

"Hey, how did I get here? Song Qianqian suddenly said such a clueless sentence, she was a few meters away from him just now, why did she run into Lu Zihao's arms in a blink of an eye?

Lu Zihao glanced at her, she was really a stupid girl who didn't understand the amorous feelings.

"You flew over on your own. ”

After speaking, he pulled the confused Song Qianqian into the car.

"President, where are you pulling me?" Song Qianqian looked at Lu Zihao, who was driving the car quickly, didn't this kid know that it was the rush hour after work?

Song Qianqian grabbed the seat belt tightly with both hands, and his little face became a little pale.

Lu Zihao just looked at the road in front of the car, and didn't notice anything wrong with Song Qianqian on the side.

"Today is my father's 70th birthday, have you forgotten to pretend to be my girlfriend today?"

Lu Zihao's thin lips moved slightly, and he said these words softly.

Song Qianqian patted her head, looked at her pig brain, and forgot about this matter.

She looked down at the dress on her body, and it was too unstaged. If she knew it was today, she would have had to put on a mask and take a cucumber last night.

But now it doesn't seem to be in a hurry.

"President, do we still have time now?" Song Qianqian asked cautiously.

"What are you doing?" Lu Zihao raised his eyebrows before turning his head to look at her. What is this little girl thinking about?

"I want to go home and change my clothes, although my clothes are not branded, but changing into clean and tidy clothes doesn't it seem that I attach great importance to this matter?" Song Qianqian leaned on the seat and said a little uncomfortable.

Originally, she planned to buy a new dress when she was free, and wait for Lu Zihao's father's birthday to shine brightly. But now it seems that the money for buying clothes has been saved again.

I don't know if it's gastritis, her stomach hurts for a while, and she always feels like there's something blocked in her heart, and she always feels better if she vomits.

But now in her boss's car, let alone vomiting, she feels that it is an insult to this luxury car when she sneezes.

Song Qianqian leaned on the car window, looking back and forth for the public toilet.

It's rush hour, and there are more and more vehicles on the road. The traffic police have opened the emergency lanes, but the cars on the road are still blocked.

"Don't go home, I'll take you somewhere. Lu Zihao looked at the street blocked in front of him with a long queue, and his eyebrows were a little impatient.

He turned his head to look at a small street next to the car, although it was smaller than the road, but it was more than enough for a car to pass.

"Song Qianqian, grasp it. Lu Zihao's voice carried a kind of magic, which deeply tugged at Song Qianqian's mind.

Song Qianqian was still immersed in the pain of stomach discomfort, and he didn't understand the meaning of his words in the last second, and he was already dizzy by Che Huang in the next second.

Song Qianqian held on to the armrest above the saddle, feeling that the whole person was about to be shaken apart by the car, and the feeling of wanting to vomit was even stronger.

Soon, the car crossed the steps and drove straight onto a side path.

Seeing that this huge car was effortlessly driven flexibly in Lu Zihao's hands, Song Qianqian's heart was full of admiration for his driving skills.

"President, you're so good at driving, you're like a race car driver. Although Song Qianqian was a little uncomfortable, she still squeezed out a smile on her face, and sincerely praised Lu Zihao.

Hearing her say this, a trace of pride flashed on Lu Zihao's face. What is this bit of driving skills, he has even more power. I think that when he was in the special training of the army, he was the one who could make the tank walk sideways.

Of course, this kind of glorious thing can't let her know too much.

"What is there to praise about this, as long as you are an old driver, you can have this bit of effort. Although Lu Zihao said this, his heart had already been nourished by Song Qianqian's words of praise.

It turned out that when I was praised by the woman I liked, I was so happy and excited in my heart.

It's a good feeling!

He happily looked at Song Qianqian on the side, only to find that she was a little different from before.

Her face was horribly white, some cold sweat was oozing from her forehead, and she was very weak in her seat.

"Song Qianqian, are you uncomfortable?" Seeing her somewhat uncomfortable appearance, Lu Zihao asked worriedly.

He held the steering wheel with one hand, and reached out to Song Qian's forehead with the other hand to test the temperature.

"You don't have a fever, what's wrong with you?" his voice was a little anxious.

Song Qianqian nodded, and his voice became weak: "My stomach is so uncomfortable, it seems that there is a fire burning." ”

"Did I drive too fast just now, and you got motion sickness?" Lu Zihao remembered that when she was driving just now, she grabbed her seat belt with a frightened expression.

He drove her home several times, and he didn't see any signs of motion sickness.

"No, I feel like I'm sick with gastritis. Song Qianqian whispered, but he didn't dare to say that it might be because he ate too much breakfast.

Her stomach was aching and her desire to throw up was getting stronger.

"President, can you pull over and stop the car?" Song Qianqian covered his heart and tried hard to suppress the feeling of wanting to vomit.

Lu Zihao looked at her whiter and whiter face, and became more and more worried: "What's wrong?

"I want to vomit!" Song Qianqian covered his mouth, and the sound of retching came out of his mouth.

Lu Zihao was startled by her sudden vomiting sound, and hurriedly drove the car to the side of the road with double flashes.

Before the car stopped, Song Qianqian opened the car door and ran down, squatting in the flower pond on the side of the road and vomiting.

Lu Zihao hurriedly pulled the handbrake, took out a bottle of mineral water from the trunk and followed out.

Somehow, even if he was shot, he had never felt so uncomfortable before. But now looking at Song Qianqian's pale and uncomfortable vomiting appearance, his heart hurts more than a knife.

He walked quickly behind Song Qianqian with a worried face, and gently helped her to smooth her back: "How is it? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

What answered him was Song Qianqian's retching voice.

"Do you want to drink saliva?"

"Vomit ......" replied to him with the sound of retching.

"How's it going? Are you feeling better?"

Song Qianqian was already very uncomfortable, and when he heard him keep asking behind him, an inexplicable fire suddenly surged up from his heart: "Don't talk to me!"

I don't know if people are uncomfortable? She has been behind her like a monk chanting scriptures.

Lu Zihao was shocked by Song Qianqian's reprimand, this girl is so fierce when she is sick. Judging by the way she looks angry, she shouldn't have to go to the hospital for the time being.

Lu Zihao got up and stood aside, looking coldly at this dead girl who didn't know what to do.

This dead girl, I don't know if he was worried about her just now? And he was so fierce to him! What a bad boy.