Chapter 3: Don't Touch Me

But I couldn't take my eyes off it, so I just looked straight at him like that.

There was a sudden heart-rending wail of pain in the operating room, and the woman walked out of it with a pale face.

The body was paralyzed and fell directly into Yan Moshen's arms.

She watched Yan Moshen get closer and closer to her, but she didn't have time to dodge, and the eyes of the two people just met each other. Yan Mo stared at her, and those deep black eyes showed an indifferent light and shadow.

Gu Xihe hurriedly looked away, turned around and walked in the opposite direction.

Suddenly a deep voice sounded behind him, mixed with sarcasm.

"I didn't expect you to be pitiful enough to stalk me."

Gu Xihe's footsteps stopped and looked back at him.

She never knew that her voice would be so calm and comfortable in the face of such a scene, "Yan Moshen, you overestimate yourself too much, I just have a friend hospitalized, come and see." ”

Listening to her slightly hoarse voice, I noticed her pale face.

Just raised his hand to touch her forehead, but she dodged it lightly.

Yan Mo frowned slightly, "You are sick, go to the doctor." ”

Gu Xihe seemed to have heard a big joke, she looked at the woman beside him, "Are you sure you really have time to care about my physical condition now?" ”

As soon as she turned to leave, her hand was grabbed by a strong force.

Gu Xihe looked down at the arm that was imprisoning her hand, and she used all her strength to shake off his hand.

But because his body didn't stand firmly, the whole person leaned towards the wall.

Yan Moshen let go of the woman beside her and supported her, but she pushed him away as if she had touched something dirty, and yelled at him a little out of control, "Yan Moshen, don't touch me." ”

Gu Xihe saw impatience between his eyebrows, and she didn't know what she was still looking forward to.

She wanted to hear Yan Moshen explain to herself, but he didn't.

He was silent, and he was stingy not even to give her perfunctory words.

……

Black vans drive slowly through the city streets, the cabins filled with the faint scent of sandalwood, and the man in the back seat is browsing the mail with an iPad, his angular face hidden in the dim light.

His deep dark eyes could be faintly seen, and his fingers slid across the screen.

His fingers are beautiful, his nails are rounded and neatly trimmed, and his knuckles are slender and clean.

"President, the bidding meeting in two weeks has been arranged......"

The secretary in the passenger seat said as he looked at the man in the rear mirror.

The man in the back seat replied faintly, raised his hand and loosened the royal blue cufflinks at his wrists.

……

Gu Xihe ran out of the hospital, and there were bursts of pain in his head.

She only felt that her vision was getting more and more blurry, and then it was dark.

……

The driver, who was driving, looked at the woman in front of him who suddenly fell to the ground, and quickly stepped on the brakes.

A sharp brake sounded, and the man in the back seat frowned slightly.

The driver looked at Gu Xihe, who fainted on the road, and the secretary in the passenger seat calmly turned his head to look at the man in the back seat, "President, there is a woman in front of the road who fainted." ”

A deep voice rang out in the carriage, "Send to the hospital." ”

……

Gu Xihe was already in the ward in the hospital when he woke up.

Rubbing his forehead and supporting his arms, he sat up, looking at the empty wards around him, and the nurse next to him was picking up the hanging bottle, "You are awake, continue to lie down and rest." ”

She leaned against the head of the bed, and she remembered that she didn't know anything when she walked out of the hospital.