After confessing to being top-notch, I went crazy

Ji Zhenzhen went to talk to the director about the work ahead, and when Bo Ziming got off the car, he was surrounded by a group of trainees to celebrate the New Year.

Bo Ziming prepared a stack of red envelopes, and Ah Zhan took out one by one.

Now there are only 20 trainees left. Everyone has to show their own personal characteristics in the following program. Choose your own position, and then make the final selection of the members of the group!

In fact, speaking of it, this is the last competition, and after that there will be a group night.

There were about fifteen or six people who came to ask for red envelopes. Each of them, Bo Ziming, prepared a red envelope of 1000 yuan. Although they were all from rich families, the red envelopes for the Chinese New Year were coming, and they didn’t care how much. Go out to eat out in a while.

They asked Bo Ziming to go out, and Bo Ziming said he was not feeling well, so he went back to the dormitory alone to catch up on sleep.

From last night to now, although he had a good night's sleep, the pain somewhere in his body still persisted.

He went back to the dormitory and took a shower first.

The surrounding area became clean, and the pain in my body became more obvious.

He frowned, and after a brief rinse, he left the bathroom.

Ah Zhan also came over from the shower at this time, and was about to ask Bo Ziming what he wanted for lunch.

Then I saw Bo Ziming slowly moving towards the bed while supporting the table.

He froze for a moment, and hurried over to help Bao Ziming, who knew that Bo Ziming pushed him away in a hurry, blushing slightly, and said, "Don't touch me..."

A Zhan hurriedly withdrew his hands, frowned, looked at Bo Ziming's expression and walking posture, thought for a while, and ran out in a hurry!

After he went out, he picked up his mobile phone, thought for a while, and said to himself: "Brother Song once told me that if Teacher Bo is not feeling well, you must tell him in advance." Song Ding dialed the phone!

Song Ding just came out of the TV station, and Ti Jin was already waiting for him outside in his car.

He picked up the phone while walking towards the car: "Hello? Ah Zhan, what's the matter?"

On the other end of the phone, A Zhan whispered, "Brother Song, Teacher Bo is a little uncomfortable."

"Well, why don't you feel well? Have a cold?"

A Zhan shook his head: "It doesn't seem to be. He just doesn't walk right, he seems to be injured!"

Song Ding stood still, the car door opened, but he didn't enter, but was slightly startled, and then... suddenly thought of something!

! ! "Fuck!" Song Ding cursed secretly.

Ah Zhan's side: "Huh?"

Song Ding got into the car and said, "Okay, I got it. You take care of him first, and I'll be right back!"

"Oh." A Zhan hung up the phone, thought for a while, and asked to himself, "How does it feel, this Young Master Song seems to know where the boss is injured?"

While talking, he entered Bo Ziming's dormitory again, and saw that he had already covered the quilt and fell asleep.

On the other hand, Song Ding thought for a while in the car, and said to Titanium Jin, "Stop by the pharmacy for a while!"

Titanium was slightly taken aback, held a cigarette in his mouth, thought for a while, twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, and nodded.

A pharmacy was soon spotted ahead.

Song Ding went in for 5 minutes and came out soon, his arms were bulging, and he had bought a lot.

Seeing Song Ding happily sitting in the co-pilot, Ti Jin smiled and said, "Boss, in fact, you can let us buy this kind of thing, why go by yourself!"

Song Ding rolled his eyes at him, pulled the down jacket tight, and said angrily: "You know what I want? Shut up! Go blind!"

Titanium cut a sound and stopped talking.

The private affairs between the young lovers, indeed, they really... don't understand...

On the way back to the factory, Song Ding took a nap for a while, and when he arrived at the factory, he went directly to Bo Ziming's dormitory!

When he went in, Bo Ziming was still sleeping, so he quietly went to wash his hands and face, and then quietly leaned against the bed with the medicine.

Bo Ziming slept so deeply that he didn't notice when he came.

He looked at Bao Ziming's cute look when his eyes were closed, curled his lips, opened the medicine box, dug out some medicine from it, and quietly inserted it into the quilt...