Chapter 52: The poisonous tongue is a terminal illness
Ye Tang's heart was hot for no reason, she sat cross-legged on the bed, staring at the water cups, medicine boxes, small basins and so on at the head of the bed, and raised her hand to touch the soldiers' antipyretic patches on her forehead.
She couldn't help but laugh, her legs still crossed, and her body was already supple to lie forward, making a movement that would seem very painful to others, but to her it was a very relaxing stretch.
Then, as if resurrected with full blood, he jumped lightly from the bed.
Yesterday I went to bed too early, so that although it was still early, she was also very energetic, the fever had subsided, and there was basically no special discomfort except for a little pain in her throat.
Two small pots of porridge were stewed, one small pot was sweet corn porridge, and the other was green vegetable and lean porridge. After adjusting the mode of the electric cooker, Ye Tang tied his hair and changed into sportswear and went to the community gym.
Yesterday, I listened to what Jing Yan said, about Cheng Mo's matter, it is impossible to say that there is no slightest touch in my heart.
But after all, she is an outsider, and it is not easy to persuade, and she can't say it, she has no position, but fortunately, she is still sloppy, she is a secretary and a life assistant, so she ...... You can still do it with a little more looking.
Ye Tang has believed since he was a child that no matter what, just do what he can do, and don't worry too much about the results and gains.
If you didn't have such a definite idea, when you saw the care from others at the head of the bed, there seemed to be no hesitation.
Ye Tang decided almost immediately, changing his exercise time to the morning with Cheng Mo. In this way, even if she doesn't say anything more about Cheng Mo's experience in the past, at least she can watch from the sidelines.
At least whether he is in good condition or not, and what his mood is, she can detect it at the first time.
When Ye Tang arrived at the gym, Cheng Mo had just arrived, and he was warming up before running next to the plastic track. Although I don't know when he came to take care of her yesterday, how busy he was late, and whether it affected his rest, but now he looks at it, he is no different from before.
It's as if nothing has happened, as if the red-eyed man yesterday was just a hallucination. As if nothing had happened, his expression was very calm, he warmed up quietly, and then quietly jogged into the field, slowly accelerating.
Everything was very calm.
Until a figure in a tracksuit entered the arena and ran lightly to his side.
"Good morning Mr. Cheng!" Ye Tang greeted him with a smile on his face.
The man who had always been calm was torn apart by her calm disguise with a word, and the steady steps under his feet before were suddenly chaotic at this moment, and he staggered forward.
Sloppy stood firm and looked at the person who came, "Ye Tang, why are you here?" β
"Morning exercise!" Ye Tang smiled, simply turned around, and jogged backwards in front of Cheng Mo, just in time to meet Cheng Mo face to face, "I plan to accompany you for morning exercises in the future, so that it can just cater to your exercise time." β
Probably because of her perennial dance practice, her balance is very good, and she has been going backwards like this, and her steps and the center of gravity of her body are not chaotic.
Cheng Mo paused for a few seconds, and his voice was low, "You don't have to cater to me." Then he put his hand on her forehead and frowned, "What are you doing when you're sick?" β
The voice was low, with a little reproach, and a little more concern than a little bit.
Ye Tang was obviously well balanced, and he would not have any problems trotting all the way back in this way, but he lost his balance because of the sudden slight cool touch on his forehead.
She was stunned, her steps were messed up, and she turned back twice when she saw it, which would be absolutely bad if she fell, but fortunately, what did the dancers say about wrestling...... If you have experience, you don't fall less, so you know what position to adjust when you fall so that the fall is not so miserable and not so ugly.
Didn't fall down.
Halfway, he was cut off by a powerful arm, and his posture was very funny. It is similar to the movement of a male dancer holding the waist of a female dancer in a pas de deux.
Ye Tang was a little embarrassed, and said in his heart that it was better to fall.
She quickly stood up straight, hung her head and her face exploded into a red heat, and the man's deep voice came from overhead, "It's unsteady to run a step." β
Ye Tang had already stood firm, but the man's hand on her waist did not move away.
"Hmm......" Ye Tang said hesitantly, "I didn't keep my balance just now, I'm really better, my fever has subsided, I'm in good shape after resting." β
Probably shy, his voice was weaker, "Thank you Mr. Cheng for taking care of me, I can go to work normally today." β
Cheng Mo withdrew his hand, and felt that his palm was numb, as if he could still feel the flexibility of his slender waist.
"Forget it." He clenched his fists quietly, and the warm and itchy feeling in his palm didn't seem to fade, so he gave up and sighed lightly, "I've asked Gao Junyang to give you a three-day fake note." β
It is said that she is the boss, and this kind of thing is nothing more than you talk about it casually, and I will listen to it casually. But she is quite serious in everything she does, and she is not a person who likes to be sloppy, not to mention how many pairs of eyes the company has waiting to see her jokes.
didn't get to the point where he was too sick, Ye Tang didn't feel the need to ask for leave, to put it bluntly, he was slightly injured and couldn't get out of the line of fire, and he had been like this for so many years. When she was young, she continued to study this kind of thing with a high fever of 389 degrees, and she did not do less.
But just because she thinks it's OK doesn't mean that others think it's OK too.
Ye Tang waved his hand and said, "I'm really fine, it's not so serious that I have to take a leave of absence for three days." Mr. Cheng, I ......"
The man glanced at her, and a word made Ye Tang's spirit of love and dedication suddenly stop.
"It's like you can really help if you go to the company."
Ye Tang: "......" She could only put her fist against her lips and coughed lightly to hide her embarrassment, so let's go, it's still too naΓ―ve for her Ye Tang to be careless.
The poisonous tongue is a terminal disease, and it is impossible to cure the poisonous tongue, it is impossible in this life, she can only work hard to exercise a strong heart to adapt to the poisonous tongue in order to maintain her life.
Ye Tang wasn't sure if she had a strong heart, but she also knew where her strengths were, and the smile on her face didn't decrease, and she said, "Okay, I'm just a shallow learner, and I really can't help in the company." β
Cheng Mo sneered, just wanted to say that she was a little self-aware, just rest and recuperate at home, and she didn't have to worry about the company's affairs.
Before he could speak, he heard Ye Tang's smiling voice, "I cooked a pot of sweet corn porridge for you to eat for breakfast before I came, and you can go to my place to eat it later." I'm on vacation after eating, and I'm happy to have a good time without cooking for three days......"
Cheng Mo didn't make a sound for a long time after hearing this, his beautiful eyes blinked, his mouth was slightly open, and the person with such a poisonous tongue didn't say anything for a while, and he looked innocent, which made Ye Tang a little unbearable.