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Xirong Ziye looked at the pricked finger, a little red blood soaked out, it should have hurt, but he looked at it in a daze, he didn't feel pain at all, but felt that the pricking was good.

The bright red seemed to make his heart feel better.

He was wondering if Yaoyao had pierced her hand at the beginning, and she didn't feel pain, because compared to the feeling in her heart, the pain in her hand was really nothing.

Xirong Ziye wanted to understand Bai Yaoyao's mood at that time, but in the end, it made his heart throb like a knife, this feeling was so strong that he couldn't ignore it if he wanted to.

And he couldn't sleep, he had been waiting for news, he was really afraid that it would be too late to find Bai Yaoyao, she had already followed someone else, and when she thought of her smiling tactfully beside others, he felt that his brain hurt.

Xirong Ziye even thought about why he wanted Bai Yaoyao to leave in the first place

He thought, maybe, I don't know when, Bai Yaoyao has entered his heart and mind, he only felt that it was a habit before, and he was used to her being by his side for so many years, so it was very uncomfortable to let her leave.

At that time, he thought that maybe it would be good to change his habits, but after she had been away for so long, he felt that he had no mind to do anything, his heart was very empty, and he would always dream of some scenes of his youth when he dreamed at night, and such distant memories suddenly entered the dream, which made him at a loss.

Sometimes I wake up in my dreams, and I can't sleep all night, at that time, for some reason, in order to prevent the old man from dreaming, he tried to enrich himself during the day, and was with Xia Mu Qingyan all day long, but the more he was with Xia Mu Qingyan, the more uneasy his heart became.

Looking at the white belly of the fish on the horizon, Xirong Ziye got up slowly, but because he had been sitting stiffly, his legs were a little numb, his body stiffened a few times, and he moved slowly, before he took a tissue from the coffee table and wiped the blood on his hands, looking at the sweater that had been knitted all night, even if the knitting method was the same, but the density of the stitches was not the same as before, it looked complete, but in fact it was incomplete.

Looking at it, Xirong Ziye suddenly covered his heart, feeling very uncomfortable, he could only sit on the sofa and cover it for a while, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

When it was time for breakfast, the attendant came in and saw that something was wrong with His Excellency the President sitting on the sofa, he hurriedly went over to look, was surprised, and asked, "Your Excellency, what is wrong with you, please ask the medical team?"

Xirong Ziye waved his hand and said, "It's okay." "But when I think about it, it still hurts terribly.

In the end, Xirong Ziye could only ask the attendant to help him hire the medical team, but instructed: "Secretly invite, don't let anyone find out, and don't let the reporter know." "The health of a president is closely related to the prosperity of the whole country, so if he is not well, it will affect his popularity in the hearts of the people.

The attendant naturally understood the pros and cons of this, and said respectfully: "Yes"

After the medical team came to give Xirong Ziye a comprehensive examination, they came to a conclusion that His Excellency the President has gastritis, and he must pay attention to eating and drinking, and for the sake of the president's health, he also made a list of diets and told his attendants some precautions.

Xirong Ziye listened to the doctor's words, the curvature of the corners of his mouth became more and more bitter, when Bai Yaoyao was there in the past, he paid special attention to his diet, and would always tell him what not to eat, then he didn't feel anything, but now that he thinks about it, she still cares about herself the most.

After eating breakfast and taking the stomach medicine, Xirong Ziye lay on the bed to rest, but after a while, he received a call from Xia Mu Qingyan and asked him to go out. 00 collected and organized, the copyright belongs to the author or publisher.