CEO, Hold On A Moment

He went in the direction of the villa.

In the whole process -

he acted as if there was no one else and turned away from the guests.

Jomo frowned in bewilderment, and could only follow in silence She didn't know what he wanted to do in the villa? Maybe it's to find a place with good light to formally collect DNA and cultivate virus?

Nothing to say all the way.

When Nanming came to the door, he stopped abruptly. He leaned aside and motioned for her to open the door.

“…… Oh Joe Mu should be a hindsight, then quickly took out the key. Just now she sent her subordinates away, but she didn't care to open the door, so the door of the villa was still locked and closed.

……

"Click!"

The lock tongue rotates and the gate opens smoothly.

Jomo pushed the door in and pulled out the key: "you..." Just in the middle of the conversation, before she even had time to greet him, Nanming stepped in and pushed her aside.

He was the first to walk into the living room.

"I need clean clothes, dry towels." After a cursory survey, he formally said, "where's the bathroom?"

He's still wet. He needs a bath.

"What?" Jomo was dumb.

She frowns and stares at Nanming, and suddenly doesn't quite understand: how does he feel at ease and make these demands? Now the most important and urgent thing, including the purpose of his coming, should not be

Forget it!

Looking at his trouser legs dripping with water, Jomo gritted his teeth and decided to bear it.

"Wait a minute." She spoke and turned into the cloakroom.

There are several new men's clothes in the cloakroom, which Tang BeiYao didn't wear. The maid bought them and put them there for spare. Qiaomu took a set and took a new towel to Nanming.

"Turn left on the second floor. It's the guest room." She explained, pointing in a direction, "I can lend it to you."

Nanming took it.

As soon as she finished speaking, he passed her and went to the guest room

That's it?

Jomo can't help but worry: what about the DNA virus?

"Sneeze!"

She has a kind of impulse, want to catch up to say clearly, but the coolness of the whole body, but let her not from shiver, sneeze. Later, Jomo realized that her clothes were wet too

It's a little cold.

The fist is tight and tight, finally can only put down dispiritedly: just, while waiting for Nanming's time, she also goes to change clothes?

…………

After a quick hot bath and a clean suit, Jomo went out.

Nanming has come out.

He is sitting on the sofa in the living room, holding the remote control and changing channels to the TV. He leaned back on the back of the sofa, just like the owner of the villa. Hearing her movement, he didn't look back, but asked faintly, "do you have anything to eat?"

This time, he didn't propose eating out.

"Yes." Joe murmured, turned to the side, brought a fruit tray back, heavily put the coffee table in front of him, "here you are!" The most important thing on this island is fruit.

Then she rolled up her sleeves and reached for him -

"let's go!" Biting his teeth, Jomo looked like death.

Blood or what? She's ready!

"I don't eat this kind of food..." Nanming ignored her actions. His eyes lightly swept the fruit plate, there is no hiding in his eyes, "is there any normal food?" Fruit can't be eaten as a meal!

"No Joe Mu refused simply, palm forward to send, "when to do the virus?"

Nanming waved her hand away.

His face is a little heavy, and his look is also a little impatient. His focus is still completely different from her: "then you go to the kitchen and cook something. I'm hungry." He gave her a calm command and a cold glance.

The implication: he didn't want to talk to her hungry.

In this manner, she was taken as a servant.

Joe gritted his teeth reluctantly.

“…… Good

…………

In the absence of the maid, Jomo was not familiar with the kitchen of the villa. The refrigerator is full of fresh fruits, chicken, duck, fish and other ingredients She looked for it for a long time, only to find out a roll of noodles.

She's not in the mood to cook.

There is no need to cook for him!

Just fill his stomach and talk about the virus Is that the right rhythm?

She's really tired. After a toss in the sea, she doesn't have much strength. She can only resist fatigue and send him away after "dealing with" him. Only in this way can she completely calm down

"Gulu, Gulu..."

The water boiled quickly.Jomo opened the lid of the pot and was about to add noodles to it, but a hand came out from behind and stopped her.

"I'll do it." Nanming opens his mouth and cuts off her noodles naturally. He doesn't look at her either. He stepped forward, his eyes fixed on the boiling water, his tone was light, "you go out."

"Ah?" Fatigue makes the brain become confused, and Jomo doesn't respond all of a sudden.

In the meantime, her body was pushed aside by Nanming.

"Your noodles are terrible." This is Nanming's answer. He looks like a sneer and a self mockery. "I remember very clearly It's terrible... "

He seems to fall into some kind of memory, but his expression converges so well that people can't judge his emotion towards that memory.

Joe remembers that, too.

But it's not a matter of cooking skills. At that time, she was in a bad mood, so when cooking noodles, she deliberately added a lot of seasonings, which made it too leisurely and spicy to swallow, and then served it to him

However, there is no need to explain these.

"Fill your stomach first How long will the virus be ready? " She stood aside and asked, watching him clumsily cook the noodles. "When can we untie it? Shall we start in a moment? "

She asked several questions in one breath.

Nanming is putting the lid on the pot. He moves slowly.

"No way!" Then, he suddenly turned his head, a reverse just leisurely manner, eyes obviously cold down, "you just drink, must wait for the body of alcohol discharge, I can officially start."

Joe was stunned for a moment.

"Why, don't you remember?" Nanming gave a cold smile, as if to help her remember, and said word by word, "I had a big drink the moment before you pointed the gun at me Courage? "

When he said this, he looked straight at it, taking advantage of his height, absolutely questioning and sneering.

Jomo took a step back subconsciously.

She can't say. She just feels that Nanming today is in a changeable mood, which makes people feel confused and dangerous She met his eyes, each other's eyes glued, she felt more and more flustered.

There is an impulse to run away

"Gulu..."

At the same time, the pot was boiling again in China, and the lid of the pot was lifted. Nanming rushed to deal with it, and then he took back his eyes.

Stalemate and embarrassment, which was broken.

"I misunderstood you. I can apologize." Jomo spoke earnestly.

However, Nanming has recovered his just appearance and no longer looks at her. His eyes are sparse and light. He calmly commands her to go out