CEO, Hold On A Moment

Flustered and nervous.

Jomo held him subconsciously.

Don't understand why?

The more indifferent he was, the more uneasy she was.

"Well?" Tang BeiYao stopped, lowered his head and looked at her in his spare time. "What's the matter?"

“…… No Qiao Mu opened his mouth, and after all, he dropped his eyes and shook his head dejectedly. She loosened his sleeve and pulled out a farfetched smile. "You go to eat. I'll go back to my room first."

With that, she pushed away her chair, got up and tried to leave.

But just after taking two steps -

with a light body, Tang BeiYao directly bent over and picked her up.

"Ah Joe Mu exclaimed, holding his neck reflexively, and then stabilized his balance, "what do you do?"

"No more." Tang BeiYao replied neatly, "send you back to your room."

"I can walk..."

Tang BeiYao didn't listen. He insisted on holding it in the end.

…………

The bedroom.

Because last time, the room was redecorated, the furniture was replaced, and the quilt was very soft.

After putting her down on the edge of the bed, Tang BeiYao didn't leave. Instead, he bent down and supported the edge of the bed and slowly explained, "I may be busy recently. When you are bored, you can ask Bai Shiqi to come with you."

"But..." Jomo looked up unexpectedly. She just wanted to ask downstairs, "don't you hate white seventeen?" Since Bai Shiqi was loyal to Nanming, Tang BeiYao wanted to kill her several times.

"Well." Tang BeiYao nodded slightly and answered calmly.

Jomo was relieved.

"Really?" She got up excited, her heart complex, all replaced by joy, but she still did not understand, "why?" She didn't hate Bai Shiqi because she understood Bai Shiqi's situation and knew that loyalty was an uncontrollable instinct.

What about Tang BeiYao?

Why did he change his view?

Jomo hesitated for a moment, and the light in his eyes was dim: "you To make me happy? " That next time don't want to make her happy, he will not hesitate to deal with white seventeen? This dialogue is not fair.

Tang BeiYao was stunned.

He seemed to be surprised that she had such an idea. When he came back, he could not help but raise a shallow smile.

Then the next second, before Jomo knew it, he held her face and kissed her with a smile

Gentle and delicate.

His cool lips touched her lips. After a few turns, he pried open her lips and teeth and came in With the tip of his tongue intertwined, his kiss became deeper and deeper, and his breath became more and more hot.

One of his hands came down, and his palm turned around her waist, strangling her body to himself

More and more strength.

"Well

In this long deep kiss, the air in Jomo's lungs was less and less, and his head was rapidly blurred. Her body was strangled by him, and her whole body was full of his breath My head is heavy, but my heart is full of security.

She lost the ability to think.

We can only meet him and cooperate with him

But -

after he put her on the bed, he stopped.

“…… Well Jomo opened his eyes, his head was still in a daze, and he didn't react. Because, according to past experience, after this step, the next step is He can move her.

And she looked up: his hands were still on her side, strong and domineering, and the breath sprayed on her face was still hot. Even the desire in his eyes was clear and blazing.

But he just stopped.

"What's the matter?" After a long period of stagnation, Jomo was staring at him and asked.

Tang BeiYao reached out and rubbed her cheek with his finger.

He raised his lips, smiling helplessly.

Originally, he just wanted to help her change her mood. Later, he couldn't help kissing her. Later, he was so angry that he planted himself in it. He wanted to. But looking at this thin little white face Not yet.

Her body needs a recovery period.

So he rubbed and rubbed his finger pulp, took a deep breath again and again, and finally, with a hoarse voice, he replied dispiritedly: '" Two more days. "

When he said this, the dark light of plunder flickered in his eyes.

It's like a hunting wolf, patiently fattening its prey

Jomo blushed in an instant.

"You'd better go and eat!" She pushed him away, after such a toss, the original worry and uneasiness are gone, just shy to withdraw to the side, "I'm going to wash."

Tang BeiYao let go generously.

"Shall I bring you something to eat?" He followed her a few steps, stopped at the bathroom door and leaned against it.

"No!"

"Would you like the pudding?"“…… Yes

…………

After all, sweets are supper.

Having enough to eat and drink, Qiao Mu was soon sleepy. Tang BeiYao told her to "go to bed early", so she lay in the quilt and soon fell asleep.

But she didn't sleep well.

She dreamed that she was left in the desert.

Sun in the sky, around a hot, she touched every gravel, are hot. Why is it so hot? She is clearly in a city, and a city is now in winter She knew it was a dream, but she couldn't wake up.

How hot!

What she's holding is especially hot!

Wait

In your hand?

Realizing this, Qiao Mu suddenly woke up.

She is still in the bedroom of Tang house. She is lying on the bed and sleeping with her hand on Tang BeiYao. However, Tang BeiYao's body is very hot! Is it a fever? But this temperature seems to be much more serious than fever.

"Tang BeiYao!" Jomo pushed him.

No response.

Jomo couldn't help but worry. She thought of the ER Wen gun left by the doctor, so she quickly lifted the quilt and went to get it. The things were put on the tea table in the living room. She turned back and forth, but it took only ten seconds.

But when she was holding an eargun, trying to put her probe close to his ear

"What for?" Tang BeiYao suddenly stretched out his hand and clasped her wrist. At the same time, he opened his eyes and said, "don't make trouble before dawn." He was sleeping soundly, with clear fatigue and sleepiness in his eyes.

"Your temperature..." Joe Mu was stunned for a moment, but he didn't finish.

She looked down at him and grasped the palm of her wrist. She can feel the temperature coming from her palm. It's normal. It's not as hot as it was just now What's going on? Was it just her illusion?

"Temperature?" Tang BeiYao sat up from his bed and soon woke up from his bleary sleep. "What's the matter?"

"Measure it for me." Jomo stretched out his hand, measured it and explained, "I just woke up from the heat when I was sleeping. I felt you were as hot as a stove. I thought you had a fever, but now..."

"Di!"

Before I finish, the ear temperature gun reminds me that the measurement data has been sent out.

His temperature is normal.

Sure enough

Jomo frowned and didn't know how to explain.

Tang BeiYao's face was also slightly heavy. He twisted his eyebrows, reached over and explored on her forehead: "measure yours."

"Good."

Joe Murphy tested her temperature again. She's normal. There's no low temperature.

The atmosphere was silent.

Two people's eyes stagnated for several seconds, but they couldn't find the answer -

just now

Who is the problem?