CEO, Hold On A Moment

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" No way

Jomo stopped it.

Holding back the tumbling of her stomach, she rushed out and pressed the phone she had just dialed: "don't Don't call him yet! I'm fine, nothing You don't have to be nervous. "

…… There is no need to inform Tang BeiYao.

Joe added to his mind.

She raised the corner of her lip and gave the maid a soothing smile. Then she wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and tried to calm down the discomfort in her chest She tried to keep everything as usual and didn't want to stir up so much.

"But..." The maid's face, still appears hesitant, "Tang Shao explained, if you are not comfortable, you should immediately inform him."

"I'm not sick!" Qiao Mu took a deep breath, her kind of uncomfortable feeling finally subsided, "maybe it's too greasy, I eat something else, a little lighter will be OK."

She insisted.

The maid nodded as if she believed in it, and finally stopped calling.

However, the maid had just put down the phone and had no time to leave -

the phone rang.

On the narrow square electronic screen of the phone, a very familiar number appears. Qiao Mu just glanced at it, and his body was frozen, and his face was obviously at a loss: Tang BeiYao You called?

What a coincidence?

"Er..." The maid glanced at the contents of the display and uttered a tone awkwardly. She hesitated for half a second before slowly explaining, "Miss Qiao, in fact, before you just cut off, the phone was already through."

With that, she reached for the call.

As a maid, she did not dare not answer Tang BeiYao's call back.

"Ah..."

"Hello? Tang Shao Before Jomo had time to intercept, the maid moved faster and picked up the receiver Just now, I called

Qiao Mu pursed his lips, but he could only stand beside him in a hurry.

If it was someone else, she would have lowered her voice and anxiously signaled to the maid how to say. But now, the person opposite is Tang BeiYao No matter what she said or did, he would certainly hear her.

So

Jomo just stood dejected and didn't dare to make any noise. At most, I can only plead with my eyes.

“…… No, nothing That is, Miss Qiao has already arrived home. I'd like to tell you that... " The call is still going on. The maid murmured to report, lying like, guilty and poor.

I don't know. How much did Tang BeiYao believe?

“…… Well, it's Yes. OK, just a moment... "

The maid listened to the phone and nodded.

Then, the maid turned around and handed over the phone: "Miss Qiao, Tang Shao wants to talk to you."

“…… Good Joe Mu was stunned for a second before he reached for it.

The maid ran away with interest and disappeared into sight. All of a sudden, the surrounding environment became quiet.

"Hello?" Jomo put the receiver to his ear.

"Is there something for me?" As soon as she finished a word, Tang BeiYao's voice came from the opposite side. Through the receiver, his voice seemed hoarse and sleepy.

"No!" Jomo subconsciously chose to veto.

Her fingers wrapped around the plastic line of the phone, and let the curly plastic line redden her fingers.

"Is there anything you want to tell me?" Tang BeiYao asked.

"No Jomo gave a negative answer. But this time, after a pause, she couldn't help asking him, "are you Sleep? " She knew him. It was like when he just woke up.

But why sleep outside?

Jomo almost subconsciously wanted to open his mouth and let him come back to rest. It's more comfortable at home than outside.

But she hasn't had time to say the second half -

"No." His voice was calm and calm for a few minutes. It seemed that he purposely strengthened his spirit, and then he answered her, "I'm busy."

He answered her question with such a vague answer.

It's not sleeping.

He is busy.

"Then you..." Joe wants to ask when he'll be back.

"I'll come back for dinner. It won't be too late." In the middle of what she said, Tang BeiYao took the lead You remember to wait for me With that, he posed to end the call and hang up.

"Good!" Joe murmured, then stopped him at the last moment and added, "actually, I have something to tell you. When you come back In the evening, shall we talk face to face? "

She thought to herself: the paparazzi only gave her a few hours to "raise money.". That is to say, before Tang BeiYao came back, she must have seen the paparazzi and the whole video

By that time, she should have known the truth, and it's almost the same to talk with him at that time.Tang BeiYao was quiet for a moment.

"Well." Then he whispered, "OK."

…………

Jomo put down the phone and went out.

When she returned to the living room, the steak on the tea table had been taken away by the maid. The maid soon turned back, holding a large white porcelain bowl with all kinds of vegetables and fruits in it.

It's salad.

"Miss Jo, would you like this?" The maid handed over the bowl. This time, her face was full of relief. "These are all fresh, and Tang Shao told me that there would be no problem."

Jomo's face was a little unnatural.

She has just vomited for a while, and now she has no appetite.

However, some conjecture suddenly flashed in her heart, which made her want to try out -

"OK, thank you." Jomo reached for the dishes and chopsticks. Instead of eating directly, she took it and sat back on the sofa, holding it in such a dull way and staring at it for a long time.

The maid didn't find anything strange about her. She had already turned around and left

For a long time.

Jomo finally picked up the tableware and picked up the vegetable salad in the bowl to eat: one, two, three As long as it is fruits and vegetables, there is no problem, she will not appear any discomfort and rejection reaction.

Jomo ate in silence.

At this moment, she does not know, she should be happy and relieved? Or worried and frustrated?

What does this bowl of salad prove?

There are only two points -

first, she can eat, so she doesn't have to worry about being starved to death; second, it proves from the side that there is something wrong with her body

"Ding!"

The sound of a text message just rings from the side.

Jomo put down the porcelain bowl and quickly picked up the mobile phone on the sofa. This message, as expected, is from the paparazzi. The message is simple, but the content is direct and impolite -

"are you ready for the money? It has to be the number I want. It can't be less than one point. An hour later, bring the money to the place I said. Believe me, none of us want to make a difference. "