Watching Song Qiguang send the last person away, Cheng Yelan finally couldn't help but sit down, stretched out his hand to support his stomach, and cold sweat flowed on his forehead.

Really, this stomach has been aching since the first time I talked to them, and now I don't even have the strength to walk.

"Sister Yelan, then ...... What happened to you? Song Qiguang walked over and looked at her worriedly.

"My stomach hurts......" Cheng Yelan thought that his face must be wrinkled now.

"Stomach ache again? Have you forgotten to take your medicine again? Song Qiguang's face immediately turned cold, as if he was holding back, "I'll send you back." ”

He bent down straight and picked up Cheng Yelan on his back and strode out of the office.

"......" Cheng Yelan really didn't expect him to do this, subconsciously put his hands tightly around his neck, his stomach was still painful at this time, and he couldn't even speak, but he felt that the temperature on his face was rising in a straight line.

Cheng Yelan has always had a very serious stomach problem, and she will have a seizure if she doesn't pay attention to it, and she can't remember the first time she showed her painful expression in front of this person.

Song Qiguang is a newcomer to the Propaganda Department, a first-year student, and Cheng Yelan is a sophomore minister, and the two have worked together at the orientation party that has just ended......

Obviously he is still the top boss of the boys, why does he behave ...... So strong?

The boy carried her straight downstairs and ran all the way to her bedroom.

It is now late November, and the wind blowing on her face carries a bone-piercing chill, and Song Qiguang's fast pace makes the cold even worse, but she feels very warm, and she can smell the clean breath of the boy at the end of her nose, which makes people feel very comfortable, she can't help but tighten the hand holding his neck, and the corners of her lips are slightly raised.

In fact, the office building was still far away from Cheng Yelan's bedroom, but she felt that the boy stopped after only a second, and Song Qiguang, who had never said a word along the way, spoke in a soft voice, "It's here." Do you still have stomach pain? Do you want me to send you up? ”

He hadn't put down Cheng Yelan yet, just standing at the door of the dormitory, Cheng Yelan was still very embarrassed, and whispered: "No need, I can go by myself." She didn't dare to see if anyone was coming in or out of the door now, and if the dormitory manager saw them.

"Then do you still come out to eat at night? Or did I send it to you? ”

In fact, Cheng Yelan wanted him to let himself go quickly, but he was reluctant to leave him like this, "It's only five o'clock now, let's go eat at six o'clock, I'll go back and rest for a while, and I'll call you then." ”

"Okay, remember to drink more hot water." Song Qiguang finally let go of her, Cheng Yelan thought that his face must be like a tomato, and he didn't dare to look at him, but fortunately, this stomach is finally a little better now, and she can walk.

"Well, goodbye." Cheng Yelan waved at the boy, turned around and entered the door.

In fact, her stomach is still very uncomfortable now, and she gripped the handrail and walked step by step, feeling the sweat gradually overflowing her forehead.

Finally returned to the dormitory, she immediately lay down on the bed, what hot water or medicine for a while, just thinking of a certain boy's face, I felt that the pain seemed to be slowly reducing, reminiscing about the feeling on his back, I wanted to sleep like this.