A Record of the Survival of the Excellent Female Supporting Work through the Book

Song Jianjian's face flushed, and the embarrassment in his heart couldn't be increased. He didn't know how to explain it to him, so he could only say dryly, "There is no wound."

Qi Yu retorted without saying a word, "How can there be no wounds with so much blood?"

Song Jianjian coughed in embarrassment, and hid back, "It's not what you think, there is no wound, but it was accidentally dirty."

careless?
The tips of Qi Yu's ears were slightly red, as if he suddenly realized something, his eyes dodged, he hurriedly glanced in other directions, and curled his fingers fiercely several times.

The awkward atmosphere feels weird and depressing.

Song Jianjian could no longer take care of the awkward atmosphere, she felt top-heavy, and her stomach hurt so much that she wanted to fall to the ground.

She was in so much pain that her breathing became short of breath, and she pressed her hands tightly on her abdomen, as if this was the only way to relieve the pain a little.

It’s over.

The pain is getting worse and worse. Could it be that I ate those spicy foods before, so the pain is so severe?

It was at this time that Yu Le rushed back. She was out of breath, holding a black bag in her hand, and hurried over, before she had time to observe the atmosphere between them, she quickly stuffed the bag in Song Jianjian's hand, and said to her Said, "I've already bought what you want for you, so hurry up and change it!"

Song Jianjian couldn't even stand up because of the pain, so he could only bend down, press his abdomen, and said softly, "Sister Yu, my stomach hurts so much that I can't walk, can I trouble you to accompany me to the bathroom. "
Yu Le patted his forehead, and said regretfully, "Look, I have forgotten my memory, yes, I will go with you."

Song Jianjian was helped by her to the bathroom like this.

After tidying up, when she came out, she was still in the same clothes, and the red color on the white skirt was very obvious.

Song Jianjian had worked hard to endure the pain, but unfortunately, when Sister Yu was shopping, she forgot to buy clothes, so Song Jianjian could only still wear a dirty white dress.

"Not to say

Qi Yu probably realized that Yu Le must have forgotten to buy clothes for Song Jianjian, so she could only walk out in a dirty skirt.

Song Jianjian said awkwardly, "Uh, no, so I can't change it for the time being."

It was also when Yu Le was in the bathroom that he realized that Song Jianjian's clothes were already dirty. Instead of running out again at this time, he might as well go back to the hotel directly, which would save a lot of trouble!

Qi Yu took off his coat and gave it directly to Song Jianjian. Although he didn't explain clearly, the meaning was already shown on his face.

"Use this to cover it first, and return it to me when you go back."

Song Jianjian didn't care about embarrassment, so she could only quickly tie the coat around her waist to cover the traces behind her.

This avoids the embarrassing situation of walking all the way back.

Qi Yu suddenly felt hot and dry, and couldn't help but thought, obviously only had one drink before

Wine, why do you feel a little top-heavy now, with a burning heart?
Song Jianjian's face was pale, and his voice was weak, "With Sister Yu by my side, Qi Yu, you don't have to see me off."

Qi Yu glanced at Yu Le beside him, but didn't speak.

Song Jianjian thought that he was embarrassed to leave him alone and go back alone, so he added, "You can continue to go in and play, don't worry about me."

Qi Yu chuckled, seemingly casually, "I finally escaped from there, I don't want to be caught drinking by them again."

Song Jianjian was in so much pain that she almost couldn't care about herself, so she nodded, and with Yu Le's support, she was wearing a mask, like a seriously ill patient.

Qi Yu's voice was particularly soft, "Let's go back together, just on the way."

Yu Le felt as if she was watching a live idol drama. She looked left and right. If it wasn't because of Mr. Lu's big mountain, she really wanted to give this good job to Qi Yu.

How good it is to eat cp online!
Lu Xing, who was far away in the imperial capital, naturally didn't know these things, but he knew another thing.

When he answered the phone, the director was completely confused. He only remembered that Qi Yu and Song Jianjian walked together. As for why they left and where they went, he didn't remember at all!

So, when these words reached Lu Xing's ears, it changed completely.

"President, the director said that Miss and Qi Yu left together."
The special assistant could clearly feel that as soon as his words fell, the aura on the president's body became more and more severe. The strong sense of oppression made him feel as if he was suffocated by fate.
"Let's go together?" Hearing this, Lu Xing, who was processing documents, suddenly stopped.

The slender, white fingers tapped on the table subconsciously a few times.

His handsome and dignified profile, under the illumination of the office lights, seemed to be covered with a hazy halo, and the sound of fingers clasped on the countertop seemed to be the alarm bell knocking on the special assistant's heart, repeated again and again.

The special assistant secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and his back was already covered in sweat.

I saw that his tone was extraordinarily cold, as if he had icicles in his mouth, "Where did you go?"

"The director didn't say anything, and he didn't hang up the phone..." The special assistant unconsciously lowered his voice while observing Lu Xing's expression.

The aura on the president's body was so frightening that it made him feel like his heart would burst at any moment.

Hearing this, Lu Xing took the phone over and heard noises coming from inside the phone, it was full of words like drinking, keep drinking.

Special Assistant, "..."

Lu Xing's eyes were cold, like the death staring of a god of death, staring coldly at the computer screen in front of him, his slender white fingers unconsciously clenched into fists, and said indifferently, "Let the driver wait downstairs."

The special assistant quickly covered up the astonishment in his eyes, and asked, "President, are you planning to go back?"

Lu Xing added as if suddenly reminded, "Book a plane ticket."

The special assistant bit the bullet and asked boldly, "Where did you go?"

Lu Xing turned his eyes coldly to the special assistant next to him, his eyes seemed to dislike the special assistant's lack of wink.

The special assistant had a flash of inspiration, and suddenly he understood, and arrived at the place Lu Xing wanted to go.

Guessing wrong, he tentatively asked in a low voice, "President, do you want to go to Yunnan?"

This time Lu Xing even gave him a stingy look.

special assistant, ""
He also seemed to realize his stupidity. This question is not level. If he booked a plane ticket and didn't go to Yunnan, could it be that he was traveling outside?
"Okay, President, I'll help you book tickets now." The special assistant finished speaking in one breath, and immediately called the driver to ask him to wait downstairs, then turned on the phone to check the nearest flight.

—Going straight down to refresh, it was a bit of a headache to find that the flight at the latest time would have to wait until midnight at least.

However, looking at the president's posture, he seems to want to go there now?
The special assistant asked tentatively, "President, there is only one eleven o'clock flight left! Do you think?"

Lu Xing tidied up his clothes slowly, walked out with long legs, and wrote lightly, "There is no need to book a ticket, let the private jet prepare."
The special assistant hurriedly followed, wiped the sweat off his forehead, yes, he almost forgot that the president has a private jet!
In the world of the rich, the most indispensable thing is these things that others can't imagine!

He pressed the elevator with quick eyes and hands, and nodded respectfully, "Okay, I'll order someone to arrange it."

Here, Song Jianjian finally arrived at the hotel, fell down on the big soft bed, curled up in the pain of a baby still in the mother's womb, seemed very insecure.

Qi Yu didn't follow them in. In fact, after they entered the hotel, Qi Yu suddenly turned around and left, parting ways with them. It seems that something happened?

Qi Yu's coat tied around her waist was still on top, and Yu Le helped her wipe her face with a towel. Seeing that she was still in pain, she changed to a pot of hot water, wet the towel, and then applied it to her on the stomach.

Although it can alleviate a little bit, the effect is not great.

Yu Le saw that she was sweating profusely from the pain, her hair on both sides was already wet and stuck tightly to her face, she glanced at the room, it was summer, she wanted to turn on the air conditioner, but
He was also worried that Song Jianjian was menstruating and would not be able to take the cold.

So, she hesitated for a while, but still didn't open it.

She gently touched Song Jianjian's silky and beautiful hair with her big hand, and comforted her softly, "I forgot to buy brown sugar for you before, why don't you wait here, and I'll go out and buy it now?"

Seeing Song Jianjian biting his lower lip, Yu Le just nodded his head and sighed softly, "Why don't you even know about your dysmenorrhea? What you told me in advance , I can also help you communicate with the directors, what should I do now?"

Song Jianjian didn't speak, her slender eyelashes trembled, like a butterfly that would drop its wings at any time after being injured, looking very fragile.

With pale lips, she is unconsciously worrying, wishing to suffer for her.

Just looking at her, she felt that it must be very painful, but from the beginning to the end, she never cried out the pain, and she always endured it.

The more she forbears like this and keeps her emotions in the bottom of her heart, the more distressing she is.

Yu Le had already changed the towel on her stomach once, but Song Jianjian felt that it was not as comfortable as she pressed it in this way.

So, she took out the towel slowly.

"Is it not enough?" Yu Le wondered.

"It's useless." Song Jianjian closed his eyes and frowned, "Forget it, Sister Yu."

The voice became more and more difficult, and it was obvious that he had no energy to speak!

"But if you go on like this, there is no way."

Yu Le wanted to leave to go shopping, but she was worried that she was alone in the hotel. Her current appearance was really hard to worry about.

"Can you still participate in the recording? Otherwise, stay overnight and we will buy a ticket to go back tomorrow?"

Although Yu Le didn't have menstrual pain, she had a roommate who had severe menstrual pain, especially in the first two days, she was just like Song Jianjian.

With a pale face, the kind who can hardly even attend class!
"No need." Song Jianjian said in a low voice.