The elevator arrived in a few moments, and he stood up and stepped out first. Mo Qingyan found that he was still exhausted just now, but in an instant, he seemed to have changed as a person, and he was refreshed again.

Seeing that there are still many people working overtime in the president's office, I know how strict he is as a boss. When I entered his office, I found that the person was missing. She put down her bag and went into the break room.

Li Tingjue lay on the bed, pressing his head with a pillow, looking very uncomfortable.

A trace of puzzlement flashed on her beautiful little face, Li Shao was sick and had to be served by many people, but he hid alone, and endured the discomfort.

So he walked over, took off the pillow and massaged him.

He rolled over, his head resting on her lap, his eyes furled, and his brow loosened a little.

"Thunder, this won't work, go to the hospital."

"No, no."

"Then let people go buy some medicine."

Li Tingjie opened his eyes, sat up, and didn't let her press it.

"I don't want people to follow, and I don't want people to know."

Because when he is sick, many things will be revealed unconsciously, and things that he doesn't want people to know will be exposed, so he would rather stay alone.

Mo Qingyan saw that his face was very bad, so he was a little angry.

"Thundering, let's go, I'll buy you medicine, right?"

She angrily pulled him up, led him out of the break room, and grabbed her bag.

And a man with a very bad face looked at the place where she was holding his hand, and a smile spread from the corner of his mouth. The ruffian tilted her head, whatever she wanted.

Out of his office, Yuan Cheng happened to come over with papers.

"Mr. Li, there are documents that need to be signed by you."

Mo Qingyan glanced at him, "Sign tomorrow, he is sick today and needs to rest." ”

Yuan Cheng was slightly flustered, Li was always sick, he followed him for five years, but he never saw him sick. I always thought he was in good health, but I didn't expect that there would be times when he was sick.

Just when he was shaking his mind, Mo Qingyan had already entered the elevator with Li Tingjie and arrived at the parking lot downstairs. She tucked the Thunderbolt into her red supercar, and she got into the driver's seat.

Seeing him sitting crooked, his brows furrowed, he couldn't help but glare at him.

"If you're going to die, bring me safety and tie it up."

Li Ting smiled evilly, "It's uncomfortable, I don't have strength." ”

In front of her, he can pretend to be pitiful or coquettish. It doesn't feel bad, at least the girl cares about him.

Mo Qingyan could only stretch out his hand and pull his seat belt, but he hadn't buckled it yet. He kissed her, and it was his lips, and he tasted it shallowly.

"You ......"

Mo Qingyan angrily buckled his seat belt, then turned his head and started to start the engine.

Li Ting's eyes were half-kowched, in fact, he wanted to kiss her well, but he was afraid of infecting her, so he could only taste it lightly. But after tasting this bite, I became more and more addicted.

Looking at her slender neck and fair skin, he licked his thin lips, very dry and very thirsty.

And Mo Qingyan wanted to ignore his gaze, but there was no way. Because the gaze is too deep, and it is too wicked. She couldn't ignore it completely, so she took a deep breath.

"If you feel uncomfortable, you will sleep, don't stare at me, I don't have flowers on my face?"

Li Tingjue saw her red little face, raised his lips and smiled, and kowtowed his eyes.

"Well, I'm really tired."

It wasn't until his breathing became more even that she glanced sideways at him. When he fell asleep, he actually looked better when he was asleep. With his eyes closed, the thick eyelashes left a row of cyan shadows on his snow-white cheeks.