Ye Xiaodi, who was a newbie on the road, ended up tampering with other people's cars.
Ye Shuang heard an ominous noise when she was in the hotel parking lot. When she got off the car, she glanced at the rear of the car, and sure enough, a very clear scratch was printed on the shiny car body.
"..." Ye Shuang silently glanced at Little Brother Ye: "You should practice your skills more. I hope that people will take him in because of our life-saving grace and won't argue with you this time."
Although Ye Shuang is not very knowledgeable, it is not like she has never heard gossip from her colleagues in the company. For example, "The general manager is so rich, even his private car costs millions..." and the like.
Suddenly I feel so stressed...
Little Brother Ye held his shattered views and watched as his eldest sister bent down to the back seat and took out a grown man in her arms as easily as a baby.
This scene is really painful to watch... Ye Xiaodi turned his head silently to calm down, and then turned back to defend righteously: "It's better than his car being stolen while parked on the side of the road!"
Ye Shuang was too lazy to pay attention to him. Now she was thinking about how to try hard to favor her boss, so that he would consciously erase the scratches when he woke up the next day...
When I entered the hotel, the doorman's eyes almost popped out of his head.
They watched helplessly as a tall, handsome man came in with another man in his arms, followed by another man... What kind of rhythm was this? !
Although good quality prevents these people from discussing in person, it does not mean that everyone is not curious.
Then all kinds of glances flew around, and Ye Shuang and the others couldn't stop until they reached the service desk.
After checking into the room with the same astonished expression on the front desk lady's face, Ye Shuang felt that his lower limit had suddenly broken a new record.
Fortunately, there is extra income tonight, so there is no loss in replacing the originally planned single room with a double room.
When the Ye family brought Fang Mo back to the room they had prepared, it was almost midnight. Young Brother Ye had to go home, so he waited for Ye Shuang to put her boss on the bed, and then he helped change her. Put on pajamas, then glanced at the time and hurriedly left a few instructions and left.
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When Fang Mo regained some consciousness, he felt as if cement had been poured into his brain, which was dull and heavy. There was a swelling feeling in his skull, as if his head was about to explode.
Fang Mo moved and struggled unconsciously, and felt a completely different feel from the big bed at home. Fang Mo tried hard to open his eyes and check his condition.
Then, before he could even raise his heavy eyelids, a wet and cool towel was placed on his forehead, which finally temporarily relieved his discomfort.
With a comfortable groan, Fang Mo's frown relaxed slightly. After a while, he opened his eyes and saw a handsome man sitting lazily on the edge of his bed.
The dim light shines on the man. He sits casually on the bedside, his long legs slightly bent, one arm resting on his knee, and the other hand holding a magazine that seems to be given as a gift in the hotel room and focusing on it. read.
The man's delicate facial features seemed to be coated with a layer of warm light, and the time passing by him seemed slow and silent, as if he couldn't help but want to stop for him...
Fang Mo couldn't help but slow down his breathing, and finally understood what those extremely beautiful and breathtaking beauties in the novel were like.
Ye Shuang immediately noticed the change in Fang Mo's breathing rhythm. He glanced at the head of the bed and found that the person on the bed had woken up at some point.
"Are you awake?!" Ye Shuang said nonsense smoothly, then put his hand on the wet towel to test the temperature. If it felt OK, he didn't touch it.
Standing up from the bed, Ye Shuang picked up the phone on the bedside and asked: "I just informed the hotel and asked them to prepare a bowl of shredded chicken porridge in the kitchen. Do you want to serve it to you?!"
Ye Shuang also stayed in the room for a while before realizing something was wrong with Fang Mo. She originally thought it was just a simple drunkenness, but later she heard that the man was tossing and turning in pain. He seemed to be uncomfortable sleeping no matter how hard he slept. Even his forehead temperature was high. No less... After discovering that she had misjudged the situation, Ye Shuang had no choice but to accept her fate and take responsibility...
After a good sleep, he finally regained some strength. Fang Mo didn't feel as uncomfortable as before. He simply took off the wet and cool towel on his forehead and sat up. He nodded and thanked: "I'm sorry to bother you, I'm really a little bit tired." Hungry."
Ye Shuang shrugged and said it didn't matter, then took the phone and called the service desk. After having the porridge delivered, she hung up the phone and sat on the other bed in the room with the magazine in her hand.
Ye Shuang felt that it was natural for him to take care of her, but Fang Mo didn't think so.
First of all, he was robbed by gangsters tonight, but the man in front of him and his brother saved him. After that, he also knew his physical condition. It was an unexpected emergency that he suddenly fainted. Logically speaking, the other party had no obligation to take care of him. Himself, but he still took care of it and stayed at the bedside for so long...
Thinking of this, Fang Mo felt that his lonely heart, which was working alone in Shanlin City, seemed to feel warmer.
Throwing the towel in his hand back into the basin on the bedside table, Fang Mo got out of bed and planned to get his pajamas and take a shower. He was covered in sweat and felt wet and sticky, and it felt uncomfortable to stay on his body.
When walking past Ye Shuang's bedside, he saw that this man seemed to be still looking at the magazine in his hand. Fang Mo couldn't help but become curious. He didn't know what was wrong and stopped for a moment, then asked hesitantly: "... this magazine very nice?!"
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Fang Mo felt that the question was stupid, but it was too late to change it now. Besides, he had never learned how to strike up a conversation since he was a child. Others had always struck up a conversation with him...
Sure enough, the man on the bed looked up at him in surprise: "What's so good about the magazine?!"
“…”
Fang Mo was silent for a moment, coughed a few times awkwardly, and then changed the subject: "Thank you so much for today, and I have troubled you to take care of me..."
"No, I can't sleep anyway."
Ye Shuang was telling the truth. From just after midnight, all kinds of information suddenly began to pour into her mind. From what she learned in her genetic memory, this should be the gene. The memory knowledge carried in the original liquid... Because she had not received it slowly since childhood, the amount of information accumulated was suddenly too large.
Anyway, the long night has been disturbed and I have no intention of sleeping. What's the trouble in changing someone's handkerchief
Fang Mo thought the other party was being polite, so he nodded and said nothing more. He just kept the matter in his mind and planned to report it someday.
Going to the cabinet and taking out his pajamas, Fang Mo started unbuttoning them without any taboos... There were all men in the room, so he really didn't feel anything.
But unexpectedly, as soon as a shirt was taken off, revealing his strong shoulders, a pillow was thrown behind him with the sound of howling wind, and the handsome benefactor shouted angrily: "Go to the bathroom and take it off!"
"..." (To be continued)