How can the president be fierce

Chapter 2417 Sweet Marriage Chapter 979 Is this... pinched by someone?
I went to the sofa with instant noodles and checked the time, it was 5 in the morning.

I don't know if there is a good-looking TV at the moment.

She bit the seasoning packet and found the remote control. Before she could open it, there was a sudden 'bang' from upstairs.

The sound of something falling to the ground.

She froze for a moment, looked up at the ceiling, held her breath and listened for a while, but there was no movement again.

Shrugging his shoulders, he turned on the TV, found a random station, opened the seasoning packet and sprinkled it into the noodles, stirred it a few times, and was about to eat it when he suddenly thought of something, hurriedly dropped his chopsticks and went upstairs.

The lawyer said that Bei Mosheng was unwell. At first she thought it was just an act, but now that she thought about it, she couldn't be really sick, right?
Want to get out of bed to call someone, but accidentally fell down?

He rushed straight up all the way, rushed in without even knocking on the door, opened the bedroom door, and it was pitch black inside.

The window was open, the light blue curtains fluttered slightly, and the wind was blowing in, which was bitter and cold.

Bei Mosheng's suppressed and painful low cough came from his ears.

She hurriedly fumbled to turn on the light, and the room was suddenly brightly lit.

Bei Mosheng half-sat on the bed, covered his neck with one hand, frowned and coughed suppressedly, and then forced a smile to her: "Are you back?"

Deng Meng said 'hmm', walked to the bed in a few steps, picked up the vase that rolled down beside the bed and put it away, tilted her head and looked at him: "Are you uncomfortable?"

He kept covering his neck with his hands, his complexion was fair, and now his face was obviously a little red, as if he had a fever.

Just as he was about to raise his hand to test the temperature of his forehead, Bei Mosheng turned his head away: "I'm fine, it's getting late, you should go back and rest earlier."

Deng Meng simply sat down and looked at him angrily: "You helped me once tonight, how could I carelessly ignore you?"

"I'm really fine, I just have a cold, and I'll be fine in a while." Bei Mosheng's voice was still a little hoarse, and he kept turning his head to avoid the hand she was trying to lean on.

"Why are you hiding, I won't eat you!"

Finally, Deng Meng got impatient, clasped his wrist which had been covering his neck with one hand, and pulled it off: "Come on, I have learned a little pulse detection before, I will give you first..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly stopped, his head tilted vertically to the right to the maximum arc.

Bei Mosheng lowered his head to avoid her sight, as if he was a little weak, and he couldn't break free from her hand after several attempts.

"Your neck..."

Deng Meng originally thought that his hand was covering his neck, it was just because her throat was uncomfortable when she coughed, and sometimes she would unconsciously raise her hand to touch it when she coughed, but it was not until she took his hand off that she realized that the lines looked like Bruises from fingerprints.

She was stunned, and looked up at him in disbelief: "This... was someone strangled?"

After a pause, he suddenly stood up again, and looked around vigilantly: "A thief has entered? Didn't you say that the security system in the North Residence is perfect? ​​How could it be..."

Bei Mosheng smiled and explained calmly: "Don't get excited, no one came in, I just coughed too much, and I pressed my fingers on my neck for too long, so there will be some red marks, which will disappear soon."

Deng Meng looked at him in disbelief.

Can't tell, this guy seems to have a tendency to self-torture, such obvious traces, how hard do you have to pinch?
But that's right, if someone comes in, he's not stupid, it's impossible for the other party to hurt him without calling others. After thinking about it, only his explanation is the most reasonable.

(End of this chapter)