The one sitting next to me was originally a secretary, but when the boss came, he smiled and gave up his seat. I moved to the side. The tea in my hand was cold. I drank it in one sip and leaned over to pour another cup. At the earliest, I wanted to drink water, but Cheng Yuanfeng poured it for me and wanted to eat apples. He peeled it for me. I said carelessly that I wanted to eat dumplings with three fresh stuffings. He bought meat and chopped stuffing himself to work hard on the tutorial online for the afternoon. Later, the old man became more and more, and I poured water for him. If I didn't make it for him, he would starve to death and thirst. Until now, sitting next to me, regardless of whether I drink water or pee, people only stared at Song Xiao.

So Song Xiao sang a love song thousands of times and felt deeply affectionate, but he almost confessed his love in public.

I continued to hold the cup and stare blankly. In fact, I didn't know what I was thinking. I only heard Song Xiao sing songs one by one. Sometimes people around me clapped and kept hitting their toes, which was very satisfying.

For a moment, I was surprised why he appeared here, and now I suddenly realized it.

A date quietly in full view of everyone, nervous, exciting and romantic.

Young people can play.

Song Xiao sang a few songs, handed over the microphone, and asked himself to sing again and his voice became hoarse. I cursed him viciously to be hoarse tomorrow, so I heard the secretary hold the microphone in front of Cheng Yuanfeng: "Boss, please help you and Manager Qin."

Cheng Yuanfeng was stunned, took it with a smile on his face and asked, "What song?"

""Intimate Lover"." Everyone laughed tacitly.

"What a song." Cheng Yuanfeng smiled and put his arm on my shoulder, "I have to deduct your monthly bonus for this song."

"Boss, don't!" There was a wailing.

Cheng Yuanfeng smiled cheerfully, lowered his head, leaned closer to my ear and said, "You can sing, Xiaoyun?"

I glanced at him, and a vicious curse was brewing, and I repeatedly advised myself to calm down. I opened my mouth, and just wanted to speak, but I coughed violently.

It was like the air flow in the chest rushed out one after another, and all the blood gathered on the top of my head. During the severe cough, I didn't care about the teacup in my hand and could only cover my mouth. It seemed that someone was patting my back behind me. The more I patted me, the more uncomfortable I felt. Gastric juice surged up, and I resisted the feeling of vomiting. After a little coughing stopped, I avoided the man's hand and ran to the bathroom. The corridor seemed to lead to the gates of hell, and every step I took was torment.

As soon as I stepped into the bathroom, I was already vomiting until I had time to plug in the door lock. I knelt by the toilet and vomited all the things I had eaten tonight. I started vomiting sour water. The sour water was gone, and it was red blood. I heard the door behind me, and I didn't turn my head back. I stretched my arms back and inserted the door bolt and continued to vomit. I vomited so much that I couldn't tell if it was blood or tears. The toilet was full of red.

I never knew I had so much blood.

After vomiting, my stomach began to hurt like crazy, just like someone took an electric drill, and I had enough drills here and there to make up. I curled up in a ball and sat in the compartment, and I heard someone smashing the door outside crazy.

"Xiaoyun! Open the door!"

I ignored it.

He still smashed the door, making it harder and harder. In this situation, he would not stop until he smashed the door and pulled me out. I held the wall, stood up barely, and pressed the flush button. The blood mixed with water gradually became diluted from thickness and eventually disappeared. At that moment, I thought, one day, maybe I would do this.

I have no relatives anymore. If I die like this, no one will remember or miss it. Every Qingming Festival, the grave is covered with weeds, and no one will definitely take a look.

So how could I be willing? I am almost dying, but they are inseparable and happy.

Those happiness should be mine, and my efforts and sacrifices are not for the end of getting a death verdict.

If I want them to remember me in their lifetime, it will be unforgettable to look back on me.

When he opened the door, Cheng Yuanfeng blocked the door and grabbed my shoulder as if he wanted to pinch me a comminuted fracture: "Xiao Yun, what's wrong with you?"

Even if I had stomachache, I forced myself to stand straight. My eyes were probably a little red, but I wiped my tears clean, so I was not afraid of being found crying. I glanced behind him, and it was so swaying that most men were standing in the bathroom. The poor uncle who was anxious at the door observed for a while. Seeing that we were a lot of people, I thought it was a fight, so I could only lower my head and quickly enter the women's bathroom. I smiled and said, "I've drunk too much."

Cheng Yuanfeng obviously didn't believe it, so he wanted to say something. A person suddenly appeared behind him, and his tone was regretful and distressed: "Manager Qin, I advised you not to drink too much, why are you..."

Song Xiao's words were turned around and blocked by Cheng Yuanfeng's throat.

I brushed Cheng Yuanfeng's hand away and said to my colleague standing at the door: "I'm sorry, I couldn't control myself, so I drank a few more drinks. Everyone, hurry up and forget about this, otherwise I'll be embarrassed to go to work tomorrow."

Everyone hurriedly laughed, afraid that I would feel embarrassed. Xiao Li from the department handed over the stomach medicine and said that someone in the department had a bad stomach and brought it with him. Cheng Yuanfeng took it and held my hand and said, "I want some warm water with them. You can eat it. Stop playing. Let's go home and have a good sleep."

I nodded, stretched out my hand, and asked him to give me the medicine. He just pretended that he didn't see it and walked out with my hand. Song Xiao stood aside, with a smile on his face, and an expression that was indescribable. I was too lazy to guess what he was thinking. To be honest, now that Cheng Yuanfeng is holding his hand, he feels awkward, and he wants to thrust but can't get it back.

It was not until I left the door and got into the car that I let go of my hand. I lowered my head and fastened my seat belt, and the phone in my pocket vibrated. I glanced at the number and answered without thinking.

"Harrow." Mr. Jiang Lei's tone was frivolous.

I couldn't help laughing and said, "Good evening."

Cheng Yuanfeng glanced at me.

I avoided his sight and whispered to the person on the other end of the phone: "It's already very late."

"How do you feel today?" he asked.

"It's so cool."

"Now I believe I am studying psychology?"

My shoulders trembled with a smile and said, "Master, I'm willing to give in to the disadvantage."

"Will the master give you another trick?"

"please."

"Is he by your side now?"

"certainly."

"Do you trust the master?"

"absolute!"

"What sound did you say when you scream?"

"ha?"

"Call me and listen."

"Stop making trouble."

"A master is also a person with a wife and a child. He has experienced every step of his flowering and fruiting. Whether to listen or not is up to you."

I hesitated for a moment, held back my laughter, and screamed softly.

The brakes almost shook me out.

"Qin Yun!" Cheng Yuanfeng pulled the block and glared at me, "Is this your new friend?"

I hung up the phone slowly and said, "It's quite an interesting person, isn't it?"

"Don't be allowed to interact with him in the future!" He glared at me for a while, probably thinking that I was in poor health and did not have an attack, but started the car again.

I didn't say anything, leaned on the seat and dozed off. He was silent for a while, and finally sighed, saying, "I'm afraid you will meet some bad guy."

Joke, I have lived for thirty years and will I still be like a high school girl, so childish and stupid that I am a bad person when I make friends?

Ignore him and continue to pretend to be asleep.

"Why didn't you listen to advice tonight? Even though you knew you were not good at stomach, you still drank so much wine?" After a while, he saw that I didn't respond and asked again.

I sneered and couldn't help but reply, "Do you believe everything he said? What if I said I didn't drink too much?"

He was speechless and smiled like a not-so-looking smile: "You're thinking too much."

I didn't say anything afterwards. When I got home, I took off my clothes and took a shower. He was outside, and I didn't know what to do. I didn't know when the stomachache got better. I wiped my hair with a towel and thought, but if it really didn't work, I went to get some painkillers. It was so painful that it would be a waste of time.

He walked out of the bathroom and planned to go to bed. He walked out of the kitchen and shouted to me: "Xiao Yun, come here and have some porridge."

I was stunned for a moment and walked into the kitchen. He didn't know when he had cooked the white rice porridge. It was just cooked and was still steaming. He put it out a bowl and placed it in a basin filled with cold water to cool it down quickly. I sat down, stirred it with a spoon twice, and placed it beside my mouth and licked it.

Cheng Yuanfeng is a good person who knows how to cook, and the porridge he cooks is especially invincible in the world, comparable to any chef.

I haven't drunk the porridge he cooked for over a year.

"How about it? Do you dare to drink it?" He wiped his hands with a towel, sat opposite me, and smiled slightly.

Even if I drink it, I will have stomachache and make me bleed heavily, I will drink it.

When I got underground, I was reborn and remembered this taste in my next life.

In the world, there is only one person who can make this flavor of porridge. He gave me the happiest time in my life and pushed me to hell with his own hands.

I drank all the porridge in the bowl, soft and glutinous, and warm, and my stomach felt comfortable all the time. He took the bowl and asked me, "Do you want it?"

I shook my head.

"Then you go to bed, I'll wash the dishes."

I went to bed, wrapped in a quilt and lay on the bed, breathing smoothly, but half asleep and half awake. In a trance, someone seemed to kiss my forehead, and his breath was so familiar.

I was so familiar that I curled up and started to tremble.

"So, I am studying graphic design, not an architectural designer. If you want to do real estate, you can't look for me. Do you understand?" I turned around and frowned at the person behind me. No matter how I explained, he couldn't understand why the graphic designer couldn't help him design a building. The person who showed his white teeth.

Mr. Jiang Lei has a few money on hand. It is better to invest if he puts it in the backyard pond to grow hair. Even if he loses money, he should use it as a support for economic development. After a round of investigation, he finally decided to build a high-end villa community somewhere in the suburbs of the city. I originally wanted to advise him to think twice, after all, the eight national purchase restrictions are each impacting the real estate market, not to mention that the new marriage law is mixed with it. But when I heard it was a high-end villa community, I shut up decisively.

The only trading volume has risen against the market this year is probably the villa.

Recently, I became thinner and thinner, with some rashes on the inner side of my upper arm. I don’t know why. I left a false contact number in the hospital to avoid the bloody plot of the doctor in charge on TV calling home but being attacked by the scumbag. One day, when I was talking to Jiang Lei on the phone, I complained to him as expected, and the disease refused to let me go. Unexpectedly, he drove the car downstairs of the company the next day and wanted to take me for a review.

In addition to stomach examination, Jiang Lei also asked the instrument to detect my internal organs. He took the examination report and studied it for a long time. The old god said: "Cancer cells are expanding steadily, and white blood cells are decreasing. Well... there are signs of spreading to the lymph..."

I glanced at him and sighed, "So I don't like to come to the hospital. I know what I will become in the end. In the last month, I was so thin that I was skinny and bone-skinned. I didn't even have the strength to walk in bed. I didn't sleep all night and screamed in pain. My dad is so strong that I have never seen him crying and shouting. In the end, I was tortured to ask me to give him morphine. When I saw the doctor checking rounds, I immediately had tears in my eyes and begged the doctor to save him..."

"Then I also think that taking some inhibitory drugs is good for you. Let it go, and maybe it will make you burp earlier." He shook the diagnosis.

"It's better to buy more stability than taking a fart inhibitor drug. Knowing that I can't do it, I'll be euthanized by myself." I took the diagnosis over and tore it apart with my own hands.

"Even if you don't think about yourself, you'll think about Mr. Cheng." He curled his lips, "You always have to give him enough time to remember your good deeds."

I couldn't help laughing and hugged his shoulder: "With you here, time will not pose a threat to me."

"Qin Yun?" I didn't know who told me, so I quickly turned my head and my body stiffened for an instant.
Chapter completed!