Mu Xingfeng answered, put the wallet back in his pocket, took out his mobile phone, and after a while, Anne's mobile phone prompt sounded, and when he opened it, he saw that the red envelope sent by Mu Xingfeng was two hundred yuan.

This guy is quite honest.

Anne bent her eyebrows and replied to Mu Xingfeng with an emoji of kneeling and thanking the boss.

At this time, Mu Xingfeng, who was already sitting in the passenger seat, looked at the little man on the phone who was kneeling on the ground and kowtowing wildly, and was about to say thank you to the boss, the corners of his lips couldn't help but hook slightly, and he glanced at the little woman who started the car next to him, and automatically substituted the person next to him into the emoji, and the curvature of the corners of his lips was greater.

Because I had breakfast on the road, and then walked to the M Moser building, I caught the rush hour of work, and the road was a little congested.

Fortunately, Anne's studio is not too far from Muhammad, and there is nothing special in the past two days, Anne is not in a hurry, her fingers hold the steering wheel, gently rhythm, and slowly move forward with the car in front.

"Hmm," the man next to him suddenly let out a muffled snort.

Anne turned her head and saw Mu Xingfeng leaning on the saddle, his closed eyes and brows tightly locked, and the corners of his forehead were full of fine sweat.

The air conditioner in the car is on, so it won't heat up like this, and then look at his hands covering his stomach and eating bad things?

But they both ate the same thing.

"Mr. Mu, are you not feeling well?"

"It's okay," Mu Xingfeng replied with his eyes closed.

What does it look like he's okay?

"Mr. Mu, are you unable to eat spicy food and have a stomachache?"

This time Mu Xingfeng didn't speak, and Anne knew that she had guessed correctly.

Dizzy, since you can't eat spicy, what can you do?

Taking advantage of the traffic jam on the road, she took out a bottle of water from under the seat of the car, opened it and handed it to him, "Did you bring any medicine?" I took the medicine first. ”

Anne thinks that most people with stomach problems carry stomach medicine with them, like Mu Xingfeng, who can hurt when he eats a little chili, and he should carry medicine with him at all times, who knows......

"No," Mu Xingfeng took her water, and casually replied, asking for water.

"No?"

Mu Xingfeng: How inappropriate is this body?

Anne snatched the water he had put to his mouth, "What water do you drink without medicine?" It's cold water that will only make your stomach more upset. ”

Her movements were too fast, the water in the bottle spilled out, wetting his hands and his expensive suit, but Mu Xingfeng was not at all dissatisfied, looking at the little brows that the woman next to him was frowning because of herself, her stomach seemed to be less uncomfortable.

He really can't eat spicy food, and in the two years that An Ran just disappeared, he worked day and night, and often forgot to eat.

And every time he eats, he originally loved spicy food, and he became even more addicted to spicy food, and finally one day he couldn't stand the stomach pain and went to the hospital, and after examination, his stomach had been perforated.

Since then, irritating foods have been listed as taboo for him, and peppers are even more difficult to touch.

It's just that when he watched Anne introduce him to how delicious that wonton and chili pepper were today, looking at her sparkling eyes, he had no reason to refuse.

"Grass, is the road condition in the imperial capital so bad every day?" Looking at the speed of the car in front of her like a snail, Anne couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth, frowning and looking left and right, "Is there a pharmacy near here?" ”

Knowing that Anne was anxious about herself, Mu Xingfeng actually felt that the foul words she said were extremely pleasant, and he felt that he was really crazy.

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