Sending to the past, she put down the phone and was about to get up, with a ding sound, and came back.
She was startled and looked at the phone again.
[Sister Yimo, are you sick? Does it matter, is there anyone around to take care of it? 】
Qiao Yimo moved his finger and replied, "I'm fine, there are friends around me. 】
There was a pause in the middle, just as she was about to lift the quilt to get up, a voice was sent directly over there.
[Sister Yimo, I'm practicing singing in the practice room, and there is nothing wrong with it. Or I will visit you and send me the address. 】
"..."
Qiao Yimo feels a headache again. Although she knows that young people are quite familiar now, she feels a little uncomfortable with the enthusiasm for this child. She is not a very popular star. There are not many things that people like, she really doesn't understand.
She didn't reply immediately, instead she got up from her pussy, picked up the nightgown on the ground and put it on her body.
However, if I move around, my body aches as if I ran a marathon.
Especially ****, the pain is hard to close.
After two steps, she gasped in pain.
Moving in the direction of the bathroom, the phone's WeChat rang again.
She twisted her eyebrows, then turned to walk over, and clicked on her voice.
[Sister Yimo, I’m sorry, I’m a little bit abrupt, if it’s inconvenient for you, I’ll go again next time. 】
Qiao Yimo looked down and thought for a while, and then he said back, "Don't think too much, it's not inconvenient, but I can't greet you when I'm sick, and it will delay your work. Wait for some time, I will invite you to dinner." . 】
A big smiling face was sent over there quickly, and the tone was also very cute.
[Well, then we will make an appointment, and I will go to you when you get better, then you can recuperate, and I won’t disturb you. 】
Qiao Yimo looked at it, and replied with a simple um.
Putting down the phone, she was slightly thoughtful.
This Gu Zhen seemed innocent as if he hadn't experienced any gloom, but last night he was able to help her out in such a calm manner. Is it purely because of his cleverness
…
After soaking in hot water for an hour and applying some medicine, Qiao Yimo stayed in the room for a whole day and did not go out.
I basically slept during the day. In the evening, I was so hungry that I couldn’t stand it. I got up and hesitated to go down.
Find something to eat.
But it was embarrassing to let the servant see her walking like that.
She was also embarrassed to face Chen's mother.
Just when she was struggling, Chen's mother knocked on the door, "Madam, are you awake?"
"Uh... I woke up."
"You have slept for a whole day. I guess you are very hungry. I will go down and bring you the food."
"... Okay, trouble you."
Qiao Yimo's anger at Fu Sinian rose again.
He almost couldn't take care of his life by him. Is there anything more embarrassing than this
But she knew better than anyone else that this kind of irritation only existed in her heart, and she didn't dare to attack him at all.
A deep sense of frustration lingered in her mind, and it was not until Chen Ma brought up the food that she briefly abandoned her troubles.
Not long after she finished eating, she heard the sound of the engine of the car downstairs. It was estimated that the man had returned. Then her face changed. She lifted the quilt, covered her head and pretended to sleep.
Downstairs, Fu Sinian walked into the hall in a straight suit, carrying a computer, with an indifferent breath.
Chen Ma greeted him and took the jacket and computer from him.
The man asked: "Is she awake?"
Mother Chen nodded, "I woke up once in the morning and once in the evening. I just finished eating. But my complexion is not very good."
The man's face didn't change, and he faintly replied, "Well, I know, I will make some soup for her tomorrow, and do what she wants to eat as she said."
"Oh yes."
The man opened the door of the bedroom, walked slowly to the bed, looked down at the motionless figure, frowned slightly, his eyes dark and dark, he didn't know what he was thinking.
After pretending to be asleep, Qiao Yimo let go of his breath, the sound of steady footsteps beating her heart like a beat.
There was silence for a second before the head suddenly lit up.
It was the man who stretched out his hand to lift the quilt on her head, raised his eyebrows and sneered, "You go to bed as soon as you finish eating, are you a pig?"
Qiao Yimo stiffened, then pretending to have just woke up, slowly opened his eyes, a little bit as if he could not stand the stimulation of the light, then squinted slightly, saw the man's face clearly, and said in a low voice. :"You're back?"
The man looked at her neck and smiled mercilessly, "Qiao Yimo, can you pretend to be more dedicated? How cold are you when you sleep in a coat?"
"..."
Qiao Yimo was startled, and instantly remembered that she was wearing a coat when she was sitting. She was too anxious just now and lay down before she could take it off.
The face changed, and there was an instant embarrassment of being dismantled.
Fu Sinian didn't bother to care about her messy emotions, and moved his eyes to her pale face, frowning slightly, "Mum Chen said you slept for a day?"
She blushed and pursed her lips, "Yeah."
It's not that she doesn't want to get up, but all the joints are sore, especially the legs.
The man's five distinct fingers gently rubbed her long black hair, his eyebrows were gentle and quiet, "Is it so painful?"
When Qiao Yimo heard the words, his beautiful eyes opened in the cold white light and stared at him faintly. There was not much momentum, but more accusations of grievances, "How much power did you use to tell you that you don't know?"
The pain in the shoulders and waist was completely pinched out by him.
At the hotel that time, even the catalysis of drugs didn't make him so cruel, and he was inferior to a beast last night.
Of course, she didn't dare to scold these four words, she could only continue to complain with her eyes.
The man's brows and eyes under the broken black hair looked a little relaxed, and he seemed to be in a good mood, and he said lazily, "I only know how many times you have been cool."
"..."
Qiao Yimo was so angry that he couldn't scold him, so he closed his eyes and ignored him.
Seeing a woman sulking in life, Fu Sinian's lips silently swept across a curve, faintly, as if nothing, and gently scratched her cheek with his fingertips.
It cannot be denied that the amount of exercise last night was indeed a bit heavy, and he was even more irrational than the last time under the stimulation of the drug, but he was healthy and could recover after a few hours of rest, but this woman seemed to be really tossed.
What was the reason for last night? He doesn't bother to worry about it anymore, but he can't lower his body to apologize to her. He just softened his tone and said, "I'll rub some medicine for you later."
Qiao Yimo's eyes opened suddenly, and a slight surprise appeared in her glossy water eyes. His heartbeat instantly missed a beat, and he stammered: "I, I've applied the medicine."
Is he guilty
Does he also feel that his behavior last night was a bit inexplicable
It's really rare.
Qiao Yimo's resentment that had been holding back for a day was completely dissipated because of his lukewarm words.
Suddenly felt quite unpromising.
(End of this chapter)