CEO, Hold On A Moment

‘…… This is my home! "

Jomo was speechless and wanted to retort so much, but after seeing his sulky face, he still shut his mouth wisely.

She turned outward.

"When you finish?" When stepping out of the kitchen door, Qiao Mu couldn't help turning back and softened his attitude With that, without waiting for Nanming to refuse, she quickly slipped out of the kitchen.

Maybe he'll feel better after eating?

Jomo thought silently.

…………

The living room.

The TV is still on, and on the screen is the local evening comedy channel. The comedies, which are quite different from those in China, speak English with an accent. Jomo can't appreciate them. He simply turns off the TV and leaves the remote control behind.

She slumped down on the sofa.

There were only two of them in the villa. It was quiet around. Occasionally, there was only the sound of chopsticks colliding. Qiao Mu turned his head and could see Nanming from time to time. He seemed to be busy in the kitchen

This feeling

The more I think about it, the more weird I feel.

She looked back and looked out of the window: the sky was dark, the night was deep I don't know what kind of situation people in a city are facing under the same night sky? She could only pray in silence that Tang BeiYao was all right.

Unlike her here

The first day Tang BeiYao left, she fell into Nanming's hands.

……

In the end, Joe didn't know how he fell asleep?

The waiting time is too long, the surrounding environment is too quiet, there are too many things in my mind, and my body is too tired All this became the inducement for her to fall asleep. She curled up on the sofa, and before Nanming came out, she had already been asleep

In the hazy -

the hair seems to be stirred by the wind, and the tip of the hair blows on the face, itching. Jomo can't help frowning, but now his mind is in chaos. He just grabs it by instinct, buries his head down and goes on sleeping

She had a good sleep.

However, Nanming stepped back and faltered to avoid being caught by her.

He pursed his lips.

Just fall asleep?

I used to point a gun at him, but now But not even the basic precautions? Should he do something to be worthy of her misunderstanding and suspicion?

He watched her for a long time.

Finally, with a dispirited smile, he sat silently on the sofa beside her

…………

The next day.

As soon as it was light, Jomo woke up.

She opened her eyes and stared at the surrounding environment for a while. When the memory came back, she suddenly turned over My God? Is she asleep? And she's been sleeping here all night?

"Hiss!"

The consequence of curling up all night was that his neck was sour and painful. Jomo's movement was too wide, and he could not help taking a cold breath.

She held her neck with one hand and observed a circle -

there was a thin blanket on her body. I don't know who it was and when it was covered for her? There is a small plate of fried noodles on the tea table with clean forks and chopsticks beside it, but it is obviously very cold

She was the only one in the living room.

The villa was quiet and there was no movement.

So what about Nanming?

He's gone? Doesn't it mean to break symbiosis?

Jomo looked around blankly. For a moment, he didn't know whether he should be happy or disappointed.

"Miss Joe, are you awake?" The maid's voice suddenly came out from behind and startled her. The maid was holding a basket of fruit, still black and fat and honest, "you gave me a holiday yesterday, I'll come early today. Why are you sleeping here? "

Jomo pauses blankly for a few seconds and reacts -

"the blanket you covered for me?" She pointed to the blanket on her body, and then to the fried noodles in front of her, "the breakfast you made for me?"

The maid shook her head.

"I'm not very good at Chinese food. Didn't you leave this last night? When I come here, you sleep like this, and this one is there... " She replied truthfully, blinking innocently, "Mr. don told me not to wake you, I didn't call you."

"What?" Qiao Mu stood up in surprise, "is Mr. Tang back?"

But the pain in her neck made her sit back.

Is Tang BeiYao here?

How is that possible?

It's too late! And a city side

"Yes The maid nodded and pointed to the gate. "He's sitting outside..." The maid's voice stopped abruptly. She immediately withdrew her hand and called respectfully in that direction, "good morning, Mr. Tang."

Qiao Mu followed her eyes and looked in the past -

the maid totally recognized the wrong person!

What is Tang BeiYao?Nanming was standing there, dressed casually, with a glass of lemonade in his hand. Seeing her, he even laughed: "good morning." Then he turned to the maid, "you go down first."

"All right, Mr. don." The maid nodded and stepped down.

"It's not easy to recognize people because of different races." Nanming light mouth, voice with a bit of banter, "a bit like, in her eyes on a long like." As he spoke, he raised his foot to approach her.

Jomo frowned.

She inexplicably rejected this sentence, instinctively refuted: "you and he are not the same." As she spoke, she stood up by her neck and tried to correct the maid.

But before she really stood up, a strong force pressed on her shoulder and forced her to sit back. Nanming came from behind. At the moment, he pressed her with one hand, put down the water cup with the other hand, and bent down at the same time.

"You should be glad she recognized the wrong person." His voice came from behind his ears, close to each other, with a smile rather than a smile. "Otherwise, when a person sees Mr. K, what will be the consequence?"

His threat is very suggestive.

Jomo twisted his eyebrows and could only keep silent And she didn't want to involve innocent people.

"Then you shouldn't go from the dark to the light. She has recognized the wrong person. Tang BeiYao's people will soon know you..." Jomo is not angry. He is already thinking about how to deal with his subordinates.

"They won't come." Nanming's tone was light and he sneered, "I used some means to let them sleep for two days. Don't worry. In city a, Tang BeiYao has no time to ask about you... "

"What happened to city a? You know What are you doing! " Qiao Mu is anxious and is about to ask, but Nan Ming's hand suddenly touches her neck The strength of his fingertips was light, bold and frivolous, and Jomo could not help exclaiming.

She tried to struggle, but he pressed her harder.

Nanming closed his eyes impatiently.

"Does it hurt to sleep?" He asked.

"Then Ah The strength of Nanming's fingertips suddenly increased. Qiao Mu could hear the clear sound of joints or muscles sliding and rubbing, and the numbness of his sleep suddenly hurt, and then

All right?

“…… Thank you Jomo moved his neck and murmured his thanks. Then she continued to ask the question, "what's wrong with city a?"

Nanming glanced at her.

"I'm not here to answer questions." He low cool response, around the sofa, stood in front of her, understatement to continue, "the amount of alcohol should be discharged, today you can synthesize the virus, right?"