CEO, Hold On A Moment

"What?"

Jomo didn't hear clearly.

She tried to suck her nose, and the tinnitus just blocked his words.

Tang BeiYao didn't repeat.

He went on to say -

"when I helped you put your mobile phone, I saw your SMS by accident." He spoke frankly, no longer any concealment and cover up, plain light narrative, "you book a ticket for next Monday, leave a city?"

The sentence pattern of inquiry is affirmative.

"I don't want to see you or talk to you since you wake up. I didn't expect that you even bought the ticket? " At this point, Tang BeiYao's voice seems to have a touch of self mockery.

But there was no smile of any kind on his face.

"It seems that avoiding is not good Is it so sad for you to stay here? " He murmured to himself, then looked at it with a straight face, "last night, I didn't bring you back by force. Similarly, I will not force you to stay

"You don't have to apologize to me, because I won't accept a word."

"That's all I said Do you have anything else to add? "

……

He said calmly.

From the beginning to the end, he kept calm and gently grasped all the emotional fluctuations. Even his eyes were still cold, and there was no hatred or anger in his eyes.

"I..."

Jomo sobbed, biting his lower lip, and could not help lowering his head.

She finally understood Tang BeiYao's meaning. Even if she didn't hear that sentence, now she basically guessed it

Tang BeiYao misunderstood!

Her apologies and guilt for him are due to her previous self righteousness and yesterday's shot! This has nothing to do with Nanming! And it's not because of Nanming that she wants to leave

She felt aggrieved, but she couldn't tell the whole thing.

"Well, don't cry." Tang BeiYao came over and rubbed her head. His voice was very light. When he came from the top of his head, he seemed to have a gentle smile. "You like Mr. K, I don't blame you. I'll go first

He left quietly.

As he finished, he let go, turned and walked out.

"Tang BeiYao!" Joe cried out with a cry.

But he didn't look back, and his steps didn't stop. He still went out without hesitation.

At this moment, Jomo's heart, there is extreme panic. She had a feeling that this time Tang BeiYao left, he would never come back This kind of feeling is worse than letting her die now!

"Tang BeiYao!" She lifted the quilt and ran after her regardless. She didn't even wear slippers. She didn't even care if the quilt fell on the ground. She rushed up and hugged his back tightly. "It's not like this..."

She felt nothing when she stepped on the cold ground.

Jomo could feel her body trembling, but she couldn't tell: was it him that was shaking? Or herself?

She couldn't say anything else. She could only bury her head in his clothes and keep her tears from making any sound. In this way, she almost clung to him and stopped him from leaving.

It was a long time before she heard him speak -

"OK." Tang BeiYao's voice, also hoarse and slow, seemed to be trying to restrain himself and suppress some emotions, "then tell me, what should it be like?" He asked word by word.

Jomo was dumb.

She can't tell the truth. She doesn't want to implicate Tang BeiYao to die with her. But such misunderstanding is cruel.

Don't ask the truth, OK?

Tang BeiYao, the truth is I hope you live!

"Let go." Tang BeiYao was obviously displeased by her long silence. As he spoke, he reached for her hand. Also in the bow, he just saw her barefoot on the ground.

"Let go and go back to bed." He urged again.

Their strength was so great that when he did, he could easily pull her hand open. Then he leaned over, picked her up and sent her back to the hospital bed.

However, he didn't look at her all the time, and he didn't make any eye contact with her any more.

"I have nothing to do with him. It's not what you think." Jomo explained, but could not get his response, not from the red eye. In fact, she is very clear that this explanation is useless.

Once Tang BeiYao identified the matter, it was difficult to change it.

Unless she tells the truth

But that would be worse!

"Rest early..." He put her down and left again.

This time, Jomo moved a step faster -

she didn't use any words to keep him. Instead, she put her arms around his neck quickly, and then kissed him on the lips. There was only one person she had ever kissed, and there was only one person in her heart.Tang BeiYao's figure was obviously shocked.

He was stiff there, his body still slightly bent down. Then the second he reacted, he subconsciously pulled her away, and the whole person tried to leave her.

"Don't go!" His thin lips were tight, and her kiss was to no avail, which could not change the deadlock at all. Qiao Mu could only plead with words and said with a cry, "Tang BeiYao, we've come all the way..."

They have come all this way.

So don't lose on this, OK?

They only lose to death

Okay?

His eyes a heat, seems to be infected by her words. She could see that his Adam's Apple had obviously slipped up and down, and then the next second, he suddenly came back to kiss it.

He pries open her lips and teeth, knows her way, and drives straight in.

The kiss was hot and blazing. It was different from her pointless biting. He clasped her arm, held her in his arms, and plundered every inch of her breath

All his emotions, are integrated in this kiss, but also disappear in this kiss.

It was a long time before he let her go.

With their foreheads against each other, they were adjusting their breath.

Tang BeiYao, as a whole, seemed to soften down. He didn't ask any more questions, and he didn't mention anything else. What he said was, "return the ticket, OK?"

It's a ticket, but it's not just a ticket.

They know what it means. He's telling her not to leave, so he'll let bygones be bygones, and they'll recover as before.

It was a great temptation for Jomo.

But

She can't promise.

If she selfishly agreed, they would be fine now. What about seven days later? All the pain will be transferred to Tang BeiYao, and it will be doubled.

"Will you give me a little more time?" She wanted to wait.

Maybe Nanming can bring back hope, even if it's only one in ten thousand.

But Tang BeiYao's face was obviously cold.

Every word, he asked coldly -

"Jomo, what do you think of me?"