CEO, Hold On A Moment

The shadow did not move.

After hearing her voice, the person standing in the dark seemed to be in a daze, and his figure was obviously stiff. However, he just stopped to leave the pace, the rest did not show any.

Jomo reached out and scratched in the dark, but he didn't touch anything.

She wanted to hold his hand.

"I'm thirsty..." When he could not touch anything, Jomo could only put down his hand and lie down on the edge of the bed. "But my head is so dizzy and sleepy that I can't get up at all..."

She tried. She couldn't use her strength at all.

Is it too sleepy?

Maybe

"Tang BeiYao..." What Qiao mu can do is to whisper the name and call the only name she trusts. But her voice was getting lower and lower, and soon chaos flooded her brain again, making her unable to sleep again.

This time, she didn't know how long she had been sleeping?

When he regained some consciousness again, Jomo felt that someone was turning her body and lifting her out of bed. Then, something cool and icy stuck to her lips.

It's like the rim of a cup.

Water?

There's water?

Jomo's heart was filled with joy. The feeling of dryness in her throat made her eagerly lower her head and drink the water in the glass She's so thirsty! She also wants to drink a lot, a lot.

But the cup was soon empty.

"Well..." Jomo murmured in protest. So soon, there was a new cup, and it stuck to her lips.

Jomo could not wait to bow his head.

But this time, after only two drinks, she stopped and closed her eyes and frowned: the taste is not right! It's a little bitter, a little astringent, and a little sweet taste added specially

It's like expired milk, forced to sugar.

"No more..." Qiao Mu didn't open his face. He reached out and refused the water cup. "It's gone bad..." She didn't like milk with sugar, and the milk had gone bad.

But the cup was quickly pasted up again.

"No..." Jomo still wants to resist.

But this time, she just said a word, and then she heard Tang BeiYao's voice coming from the side, cold and tough, just like his usual way of doing things -

"you are sick." He pauses, then insists, "drink it."

Jomo frowned.

Sick?

Why is she ill?

Did she wash her hair before going to bed? Or wear less clothes during the day? What did she do before she went to bed at night? The questions poured in one after another, but Jomo didn't remember them at all.

Her brain was in a state of chaos, and her memories were completely mixed up. She even felt that she had missed something, but she could not say exactly what she had missed.

And in the process of her wishful thinking, the same thing as bad milk has been forced down by the people on her side. Now her whole stomach is astringent and bitter.

Then he tried to put her down and let her go back to bed.

But this time, Qiao Mu's action was a step faster -

"Tang BeiYao..." Jomo murmured, and this time, before he left, he caught him precisely. Then she changed a posture, with a bit of rogue, the whole person into his arms, hanging on him.

She felt a little hot. She felt cold before going to bed, but now she felt warm all over.

His temperature is slightly cool.

It's comfortable to hold him.

"Tang BeiYao I feel sick... " Joe murmured unconsciously.

"You're sick." His voice came from the top of his head, like explanation, also like emphasis, with some helplessness in the cold.

"Then I won't go out tomorrow. I'll eat delicious food at home..." Jomo changed his posture, rubbed his face against his shoulder, and his voice came from his neck I don't seem to have to go out, do I? "

She couldn't remember the arrangements for today and tomorrow.

She can only feel that the bed at home is not so soft And what did Tang BeiYao wear? It's strange for her to hold it.

"Tang BeiYao" did not answer her.

His body was a little stiff, and it seemed that he was in some kind of consternation and surprise from the moment she held him up. Now, he earned a little, grabbed her arm in one hand, as if to pull her off himself.

Joe frowned.

He tugged at it, and she hugged it with more force.

As a result, he did not use violence, did not force her to leave. He struggled several times, finally gave up his efforts and sighed softly: "how long do you want to hold it?"

He asked.

"It's very comfortable..." Jomo attached more tightly, almost rogue to rely on him, "hold me not uncomfortable so far."

That's the end of it.He allowed her to hold her like this, but he didn't hold her back. He just gave her a hand when she fell down. Then he made an effort to lay her to one side and let her lie down.

"Tang BeiYao..." Joe murmured before he let go.

She didn't know what to say? She just felt sour in her heart. At the moment, she can't even remember what happened. She can't help saying a word -

" I miss you so much

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A long time later.

Jomo didn't know how long he had been sleeping, but it should be morning soon. When she narrowed her eyes a little, she could see a faint light, like the halo before sunrise, coming through the cracks of the wooden house.

I'm so sleepy.

She felt so tired that she could hardly open her eyes.

Jomuso closed her eyes and wanted to adjust her position to continue to sleep, but after a little movement, she felt something wrong: she was not lying flat on the bed, but half lying on someone's shoulder In a sense, she sleeps in someone's arms.

Qiao Mu was stunned.

Her brain quickly regained consciousness in a second. But when she quickly raised her head and looked at each other, her movements could not help froze

How is "Tang BeiYao" here?

He slept with her all night?

How can it be!

Clearly yesterday, he was still looking like he was going to kill her.

"Awake?" He calmly met her eyes. After looking at each other for three seconds, he took the lead in saying, "are you comfortable?"

Qiao Mu was stunned.

"You..." She couldn't respond, "are you..." Tang BeiYao?

"You held me for him all night." Before she finished speaking, he spoke faintly, then glanced down and reminded in a shallow voice Let go. "

Her hands, still holding him.

"I..." Jomo almost subconsciously let go, just looking at the people in front of him, still a little helpless, "..." I don't remember Are you looking for me? Or Drive me away? "