Coming out of the bar, Tang Xueshan sat in the car and frowned, she curled up, and then closed her eyes, as if it was a part of her body that was in unbearable pain.

Jiang Yimo saw sticky sweat on her forehead covered by bangs, his face turned pale, and he asked with a little worry, "What's wrong?"

A burst of colic hit, she covered her stomach with her hands, her whole body was twitching slightly, and she said in a low voice, "I drank alcohol during my menstrual period, and my stomach hurts." ”

Jiang Yimo quickly took off his coat, covered her, and said to the driver in the cab, "Uncle Huang, go to the hospital." ”

Her voice was a little weak at this time, and she squeezed out a smile, "No, you don't need to go to the hospital for minor problems, I'll just take some painkillers." ”

His face sank, "Why are you so disobedient, let you drink less, you don't listen." ”

She buried herself in the crook of his arm and said, "I know it's wrong. ”

Tang Xueshan had taken medicine and rested on the bed, the bed was full of his smell, and she felt really happy at the moment.

Jiang Yimo walked to the kitchen and took out eggs, brown sugar and ginger, and boiled a bowl of brown sugar egg and ginger soup.

Half an hour later, he brought the egg brown sugar ginger soup to the room, and looked at Tang Xueshan on the bed, curled up like a little caterpillar, her cheeks as pale as paper.

He whispered to wake her up, "Candy." ”

Tang Xueshan woke up slowly, looking at him with misty eyes, "Yimo." ”

He lifted her body up and fed her a spoonful of sugar water to drink.

Tang Xueshan felt that her body was slowly warming, and her abdominal pain was relieved a lot, because this was done by Jiang Yimo, which had a somewhat placebo effect.

Jiang Yimo was lying on her side, his whole palm on her stomach, and he kept gently rubbing her stomach.

"One ink. Tang Xueshan tilted her head, her two heads were close together, and the tip of her nose could touch her chin.

"Huh?" Jiang Yimo was still in her usual gentle voice, and she felt as if there were butterflies flying over her face, tickling.

Tang Xueshan felt the hot breath he exhaled from the back of her neck, a trace of warmth spread from his body to hers, she was immersed in his embrace, and she forgot the unbearable pain.

At three o'clock in the morning, he did not fall asleep.

The high-intensity work during the day did not tire him, and he did not tire of checking the information and constantly enriching the speech.

He enjoys it, and a lot of ideas are coming to mind. For several days on end, he slept only two hours a night, and even stayed out of sight, just thinking about how to make the lecture more exciting.

His body was like a hanging, he hardly needed to rest, and even though he had slept less than four hours in three days, he was still full of energy, as if he had endless exuberant energy.

He longed for his biological clock to remove the sleeping part so that he could plan everything to the fullest.

In the early morning, the wind lifted the curtain of the floor-to-ceiling window, and a ray of sunlight poured into the room, setting off Tang Xueshan's whole person lazy and sexy.

When she woke up, it was seven o'clock in the morning, Tang Xueshan opened the door and saw Jiang Yimo sitting in the opposite study, his fingers tapping quickly on the keyboard. I haven't slept all night again, and my eyes are as red as rabbits.

Hearing the sound of Tang Xueshan opening the door, Jiang Yimo turned around and said "good morning" to her who had just gotten up. Then there was a gentle smile, but that smile was full of exhaustion.

Tang Xueshan looked at him distressedly, "Good morning!"

Jiang Yimo frowned and drank a large cup of black coffee, "It's still early, you can sleep a little longer." ””

"I want you to sleep with me. Her voice was as soft as warm water.

"I'm going to the company soon, and there is a regular meeting of group executives at eight o'clock. ”

He is really a workaholic, staying up late every day and working overtime.

She put her arms around his neck, her heart was slightly sour, her eyes trembled with light in her wide eyes, and two lines of tears flowed silently. Two drops of water quickly dripped onto his white T-shirt and seeped in quickly.

He looked down at her and petted her soft hair, "Why are you crying?

She couldn't help but sniff, "No, it's heartache, I feel sorry for you." ”

His smiling face had a faint warmth, "I just didn't sleep for a night, you are sad to be like this, people who don't know still think I have an incurable disease." ”

She couldn't help but smile, her hands groping around him very irregularly, her fingers poking at his neck, and then pretending to move down slowly.

He knew very well where Tang Xueshan was sitting now, and bowed his head in disbelief, "Is it fun?"

"Fun. She had no face and no skin, and her eyebrows were crooked with a smile.

He reacted below, gasped, subconsciously wanted to push her away, and was afraid that she would fall, so he hurriedly grabbed her, looking at her red face that was almost bleeding.

She hugged Jiang Yimo tightly, buried her head in his arms, and rubbed her eyes closed.

She could hear his gasp, his eyes opened slightly, and she found that his face looked as red as hers, and both of them were about to have a cerebral hemorrhage.

If you continue to hold like this, the two of them will explode on the spot.

"You...... I'm going to run a red light later. Jiang Yimo, who was highly nervous, had his head buzzing, and the hairs on his body stood up.

She blushed, but she couldn't hide her smile.

Tang Xueshan breathed a sigh of relief, and her eyes fell on the bewitching bouquet of flowers on the table, "What kind of flower is this?

She reached out to get it, but Jiang Yimo hurriedly stopped her, "Don't move, that mandala flower, the whole plant is poisonous, and it will make people have strong hallucinations and allergic reactions." ”

Tang Xueshan was so frightened that she hurriedly withdrew her hand, she learned in the movie that the mandala is a flower only in the underworld, the black mandala is the flower of revenge, and the flower language is unpredictable darkness and death.

She looked at Jiang Yimo with a stunned expression, "Yimo, what are you doing here? ”

The light in the room was unknown, and when she heard an obvious cry in her voice, Jiang Yimo hurriedly corrected her face, only to see her red eyes and tears.

"Don't worry, fool. The panic in her eyes made his heart ache, and he hurriedly took a tissue to wipe her tears as he coaxed.