Nian Xiaomu's position was too far back.
She tried her best to move forward, but she could barely see the figure on the stage clearly, even if she wanted to take a closer look at Mo Gan.
The picture in my mind is still appearing piecemeal.
She supported her head with some discomfort and leaned against the back of the chair.
The assistant at the side noticed something was wrong with her and asked, "Manager, are you alright?"
"Thank you for coming..."
Before Nian Xiaomu could speak, Mo Gan's deep voice on the podium had already spread to every corner of the venue through the microphone.
Nian Xiaomu's head hurt even more.
A mountain of fragmented pictures flooded her mind, making her unable to see anything clearly.
There is only a buzzing in the ear.
deafening.
Nian Xiaomu's face turned pale with a brush.
He gripped the armrest of the chair tightly with both hands, as if trying to break the armrest.
Blue veins float on the back of the hand.
"Year manager! Year manager!" The assistant called her anxiously from the side.
Nian Xiaomu wanted to say that she was fine, but she moved her lips, but couldn't utter a word.
I just feel like I'm sweating all over.
There is no pain anywhere on my body, but I feel pain everywhere.
Especially her head, it felt as if it was going to explode!
Until Mo Gan finished his speech and left the podium, Nian Xiaomu was in a state of confusion.
Instead, the assistant on the side was so anxious that he almost called an ambulance.
"I'm fine, maybe I've been too tired these two days, I'll be fine after lying down for a while." Nian Xiaomu said, and lay down on the table in front of her.
She is not sleepy, she just feels very tired and tired.
Many unfamiliar scenes appeared in front of my eyes.
She wanted to see clearly, but couldn't see clearly.
Resisting not to recall, those pictures came out faintly.
Nian Xiaomu fell asleep on her stomach as if she was fighting with herself...
This time, she was not dreaming.
It just felt like someone was calling my name next to my ear.
She wanted to respond, but she couldn't open her eyes no matter what.
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 against his palm again.
"Nian Xiaomu, hold a meeting and sleep like a pig, you're pretty good." Yu Yuehan looked at the person rubbing against him, pinched her face, and Nian Xiaomu woke up in pain come over.
His eyes widened, and he looked up blankly.
The surrounding crowd, with the end of the meeting, has almost dispersed.
Even members of the Yu Group delegation ordered Yu Yuehan to go back to the hotel to rest first.
In the huge venue, there were not many people left.
"Where's Mogan?" Nian Xiaomu came back to his senses and asked suddenly.
Yu Yuehan narrowed his dark eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up into a smile that was not a smile, "Sleeping like this, I still remember Mo Gan, should I praise you or laugh at you?"
Nian Xiaomu: "..."
She just wanted to lie down, but unexpectedly, she would sleep until the meeting was over.
"Assistant Yang said you're not feeling well, what's the matter?" Yu Yuehan teased a few words, but still checked her up and down worriedly.
Nian Xiaomu couldn't tell where she was uncomfortable.
It's just that the picture I saw before flashed through my mind, and I pursed my lips.
"My position is too far away, I can't even see Mo Gan clearly, but I don't know why, I always feel that I have seen him..."
"Have you seen it?" Yu Yuehan raised his eyebrows.
Nian Xiaomu nodded: "I can't remember, but he feels very familiar to me."