Kiss Goodnight, Mr.Ji

Ye Shengge stood up and was preparing to say hello to him, but Xu Xiangjie didn't expect to wave his hands frequently: "Sheng Ge, you are too polite, sit down, sit down!"

With that said, he pressed Ye Shengge's shoulders with a smile, intending to press her back to the seat, but halfway through, he seemed to feel wrong again, and quickly put his hands back.

Ye Shengge is a little ignorant.

Xu Xiangjie's status as a director is quite high. Although he is not arrogant to treat others, he has never been as humble as he is today.

"Xu Dao, you are too kind." She laughed dryly, "Sit down, I'll order."

"Don't say it, I ordered it before I came in." Xu Xiangjie's tone was very kind, "Yes, what are you doing with me today?"

Ye Shengge was confused by his attitude and almost forgot what he was about to say.

And, wondering if it was too hot in the box, she felt like she was sweating.

But Xu Xiangjie was not impatient and still looked at him with a smile.

"That... Xu Dao. Our company's artist Mu Xiaoya recently made such news, I am afraid it is not suitable to be a hostess again." Ye Shengge took a while to find the rhythm of speaking, "I'm sorry."

"It doesn't matter." Xu Xiangjie waved his hand carelessly. "Do you have any candidates to recommend to me?"

"Yes, some." Ye Shengge took a deep breath, "I really want to recommend you a person, that person is..."

Ye Shengge originally intended to say that the person was herself.

But before she finished, she suddenly felt dry, her body was warmer, and her head was dizzy.

"Who is it?" Xu Xiangjie asked.

"Yes..." Ye Shengge spit out the word hard, and then couldn't say anything.

The heart is beating fast, as if it is about to jump out of the chest. Xu Xiangjie in front of him gradually had a ghost.

"Shengge?" Xu Xiangjie frowned, and finally realized that it was wrong, "Are you uncomfortable?"

Ye Shengge felt so hot that she bit her lip, and her right hand clenched her neckline.

I want to pull off my clothes and cool down.

But no, Xu Dao is still sitting here.

"I..." Ye Shengge said difficultly, trying to reach for a glass of water, but found himself soft and weak.

"Did you eat something just now?" Xu Xiangjie looked at her symptoms and suddenly had a guess in her heart. He was in the performing arts circle and saw a lot of similar things, so it was immediately obvious that Ye Shengge was probably taking some kind of medicine to help.

Ye Shengge's breath is very heavy, swallowing slobber constantly, but unable to speak, can only nod slightly.

She had just taken a medicine, and now it seems that there is definitely a problem with that medicine.

"Wait a moment, I'll make a phone call." Xu Xiangjie jumped from his seat and rushed out of the box.

Ye Shengge lay uncomfortably on the table, his red lips biting tightly, his little hand constantly pulling the clothes on his body.

Hot, so hot.

Help.

Her consciousness is gradually unclear.

Not knowing how long it had passed, she heard someone push in the door and walked in.

"...Miss Ye is inside." Xu Xiangjie said.

"How long has she been attacking." Then a deep male voice sounded.

This voice is deep and cold, very magnetic, and very nice, making Ye Shengge feel very familiar.

Is... who is it?

She wanted to raise her head to take a look, but her legs and feet were so soft that her body's emptiness and heat were driving her crazy.

Suddenly, a warm hand clasped her chin.

She couldn't help making a comfortable hum, instinctively hugged this hand, and rubbed it hard.