Nian Xiaomu's position is too backward.

She tried hard to move forward, but she could only barely see the figure on the stage, and she couldn't take a closer look at Mo Qian.

The picture in my mind is still appearing in fragments.

She propped up her head a little uncomfortably and leaned back in her chair.

The assistant on the side noticed that something was wrong with her and asked, "Manager Nian, are you okay?" ”

"Thank you all for coming......"

Before Nian Xiaomu could speak, on the podium, Mo's rich voice had already reached every corner of the venue through the microphone.

Nian Xiaomu's head hurt even more.

The fragmentary images flooded in her head, and she couldn't see anything clearly.

There was only a buzzing sound left in my ears.

Deafening.

Nian Xiaomu's face turned pale after brushing.

His hands gripped the armrests of the chair tightly, as if he wanted to break the armrests.

The green tendons on the back of the hand float.

"Manager of the year! Manager of the Year! The assistant was on the side, calling her anxiously.

Nian Xiaomu wanted to say that he was fine, but he moved his lips, but he couldn't say a word.

I just felt cold sweat all over my body.

It doesn't hurt anywhere on my body, but I feel like it hurts everywhere.

Her head, in particular, was so uncomfortable that it looked like it was going to explode!

Until Mo Qian's speech ended and left the podium, Nian Xiaomu's whole person was in a state of confusion.

But the assistant on the side was so anxious that he almost called an ambulance.

"I'm fine, maybe I'm too tired for the past two days, I'll be fine after lying on my stomach for a while." Nian Xiaomu said a word and leaned on the table in front of him.

She's not sleepy, she just feels so tired and tired.

A lot of unfamiliar images appeared in front of me.

She wanted to see clearly, but she couldn't see clearly.

I couldn't help but remember, but those pictures loomed out.

Nian Xiaomu seemed to be fighting with himself, lying on his stomach and falling asleep......

This time, she didn't dream.

It just feels like someone is calling your name in your ear.

She wanted to respond, but she couldn't open her eyes.

The next second, a warm hand touched her forehead, and she whispered comfortably.

As if feeling that the owner of the palm was Yu Yuehan, he rubbed it on his palm again.

"Nian Xiaomu, if you have a meeting, you can sleep like a pig, you are also very powerful." Yu Yuehan looked at the person rubbing against him, and pinched her face with his hand, and Nian Xiaomu woke up in pain.

His eyes widened and he looked up blankly.

The crowd around them, as the meeting ended, had almost dispersed.

Even the people from the Yu Group delegation asked Yu Yuehan to go back to the hotel to rest first.

In the huge venue, there were not many people left.

"Where's Mo Qian?" Nian Xiaomu came back to his senses and asked suddenly.

Yu Yuehan's dark eyes narrowed, and the corners of his mouth curled in an arc that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, "Sleeping like this, remember Mo Gan, should I praise you, or should I laugh at you?" ”

Nian Xiaomu: "......"

She just wanted to lie on her stomach, but she didn't expect that she would sleep until the end of the meeting.

"Yang Tezhu said you are not feeling well, what's the matter?" Yu Yuehan teased twice, but still didn't feel at ease and checked her up and down.

Nian Xiaomu couldn't tell what was wrong with him.

It's just that in his mind, the picture he saw before flashed again, and he pursed his lips.

"My position is too far away, I can't even see Mo Qian's appearance clearly, but I don't know why, I always feel like I've seen him......"

"You've seen it?" Yu Yuehan raised his eyebrows.

Nian Xiaomu nodded: "I can't remember, but he feels very familiar to me." ”