Every day I am afraid that the president will find out that I am an undercover agent

Xiao Shanshan drove the car to the city, got out of the car by herself, put on her high heels and went on a date.

Ulan Barth Shulun brought them to Tianhua.

Mu Ling called a private doctor to come to the office to hang water for Pei Hang, and asked someone to prepare sick meals.

Pei Hang didn't want to eat, he just wanted to sleep.

He fell asleep in such a dark sleep that he didn't even notice when the needle in his hand was pulled out.

He woke up twice in the middle, the first time it was dark, and Mu Ling was on the phone by his side.

Probably because of the follow-up to dealing with Black Stone, Pei Hang could only hear him repeating "yes" and "um" in a daze, his voice was deliberately lowered.

He fell asleep and said to Mu Ling, "You can go out and talk."

Mu Ling handed him a glass of warm water and said that I had to watch you.

Pei Hang didn't have extra brains to think, and his final impression was that the water was mixed with honey, and there was a hint of sweetness in the coolness.

When I woke up the second time, it was still dark.

He was still sleeping on the couch under a blanket.

The sofa is large, but it can only accommodate an adult male lying flat.

Mu Ling sat halfway on the ground, leaning against the sofa, with his head slightly lowered.

With the gentle light of the ceiling lamp, Pei Hang saw the jade-like neck under the jet-black hair, and a small piece of bone protruding from the spine at the bend, as if the thin layer of skin could be pushed out at a wider angle.

He wanted to rub the back of Mu Ling's neck, but after struggling for a while, he just pulled down the blanket and covered him lightly.

Then he fell asleep again until daylight.

Mu Ling was dressed neatly, sitting upright on the single sofa, with a book on her lap, and said, "Have you had enough sleep?"

Pei Hang's consciousness was still fragmented, and he stared blankly at him.

Mu Ling raised his hand and pointed to his cheek expressionlessly.

Pei Hang: "Why, you still want to kiss good morning?"

Mu Ling said, "You have marks on your face."

Pei Hang: "..."

Mu Ling added: "The cat stepped on it, you fell asleep too soundly, and you didn't wake up after being stepped on for half an hour."

"It's 11:30 a.m., it's not supposed to be good morning," he concluded.

Pei Hang rubbed his face until it was blushing, threw the blanket on the sofa viciously, and went to wash with frizzy hair.

When he came back, he saw Mu Ling transferred from the single sofa to the big sofa, holding a book in one hand and resting the other on the back of the sofa, in a very domineering posture.

Breakfast and medicine were placed on the table. Pei Hang basically didn't eat anything yesterday, and now he was half-starved, so he rudely ate all the food.

Then he slumped back to the sofa contentedly, just resting on Mu Ling's arm, as if he was hugging him.

It was only then that he saw that Mu Ling's right leg was wrapped in gauze from the knee down, tightly bound, revealing a beautiful ankle.

"Is it serious?" Pei Hang asked.

Mu Ling shook his head and turned the pages of the book in silence.

Pei Hang sat bored for a while, trying to stand up.

Mu Ling said, "Don't move around, you still need to rest."

Pei Hang said, "I can't sleep anymore."

Mu Ling said, "Sit down."

He is very bored, his phone is dead, and the cat has disappeared somewhere.He had nothing else to play with, so he came to torment Mu Ling.

First, he leaned over to read the book in Mu Ling's hand. The CEO's hand on the sofa fell and gently supported him on his shoulder.

Pei Hang hadn't read paper books seriously since the college entrance examination, and now he felt a headache after reading a few lines, so he stepped back and touched Mu Ling's hand.

His body temperature was still relatively high, making Mu Ling's hands cool, with well-defined knuckles, making it very comfortable to touch.

Mu Ling stretched out two fingers, pushed him away against his forehead, and said, "Close your eyes and rest, don't worry about it."

Pei Hang didn't listen, and leaned over again, feeling more comfortable on him.

But he was still bored, so he grabbed Mu Ling's hair and played around.

Mu Ling frowned, obviously not used to being caught by the hair, but let him go.

Pei Hang was twiddling the cool and silky strands of hair, and suddenly remembered that when he was in a hazy sleep, he always felt that someone was stroking his hair, which disturbed his sleep, so he pushed that hand away impatiently. .

When Xie Yiyun came over, he saw his uncle squeezed into a corner of the big sofa, and the assistant to the president was almost lying on top of him, with a drowsy face.

Xie Yiyun was out of his wits, thinking that his uncle was ill.

Mu Ling explained calmly: "Pei Hang is sick."

"Oh...oh." Xie Yiyun came in cautiously, and sat on the sofa cautiously, as if he was an outsider.

Pei Hang still wanted to show some embarrassment, and sat back on the other side of the sofa.

Mu Ling asked, "How are your injuries?"

Xie Yiyun said, "It's much better." He lifted up his clothes and asked Mu Ling to check.

He had large bruises on his chest, abdomen and back, and the color was very dark. He said he didn't feel anything anymore, but Mu Ling stretched out his hand and pointed at a few places, and said, "We need to continue to take medicine."

He was about to get up to get the medicine, and his injured calf was involved in the movement, and he frowned slightly.

Pei Hang said: "You save yourself, I'll do it."

Mu Ling said no.

Pei Hang stretched out a leg and pushed the president back.

Xie Yiyun almost went out of his body again, looking at Pei Hang in horror.

The latter didn't see anything wrong—if the drunk man didn't realize that he was drunk, he was in a coma now, and he didn't feel that he was behaving abnormally.

Mu Ling half-forced to lie on the sofa, as if trying to struggle, but finally gave up and said grumpily, "Okay."

Pei Hang applied medicine to Xie Yiyun, his palm was very hot, because he was not in a good mood, he looked lazy.

He observed the bruises and said, "Someone rubbed it for you, otherwise it would be worse."

Xie Yiyun nodded: "It's Mr. Lian Rong, your technique is very similar to his."

Pei Hang moved harder, Xie Yiyun immediately called out.

Mu Ling said, "Take it easy."

Pei Hang responded indiscriminately, Xie Yiyun said it was all right, he slowed down, and still did not give up the topic, he said: "Mr. Lian Rong is really a good man, he came to Tianhua to care about my injury yesterday, but unfortunately I was at uncle's house and couldn't talk to him. See you above."

Pei Hang: "..."

Lian Rong didn't come to care about Xie Yiyun, but he couldn't get in touch with Pei Hang, so he ran to his work place to try his luck, and he made up a reason when he was noticed by the front desk.

Xie Yiyun was very appreciative, and he could see that he had a good impression of Lian Rong: "He is really mature and stable, this time it is really thanks to him to take action."

Mu Ling said: "Lian Rong acts upright, you can have more contacts with him."

Xie Yiyun said: "I think so too, but he seems to treat me like a younger brother... By the way, does Mr. Lian have any brothers?"

After Pei Hang took the medicine, he was sitting and eating snacks.

The conversation between the uncle and nephew made the snacks in his hand tasteless.

As he listened, he began to move himself away little by little, trying to reduce the sense of existence.

Mu Ling said indifferently, "I haven't heard of it."

Xie Yiyun said: "But I heard that he has a relative in Tianhua who has a very stubborn temper. Mr. Lian Rong can only care about him secretly. Oh, Xiao Pei, the snacks you eat are brought by Mr. Lian."

Pei Hang silently put down the snacks.

Mu Ling said, "Do you know the names of his relatives?"

Xie Yiyun said: "I didn't ask, Mr. Lian looked very conflicted, and I didn't want him to make things difficult."

Mu Ling: "Then double the amount of snacks he gave and distribute them to all the employees."

Xie Yiyun said happily: "Okay, I'll place the order now."

Pei Hang huddled in the corner, like a closed mushroom.

Mu Ling asked him, "Pei Hang, what do you want?"

He glanced at Xie Yiyun's shopping cart, it was full of his favorite food.

Pei Hang: "No...no need, I don't eat snacks."

Mu Ling looked at the empty bag in his hand: "I think you really like it."

Pei Hang said righteously: "It's just that the mouth is lonely."

Mu Ling nodded, and gave him the final blow: "In two days, I'll go to Dongsheng to pay my respects in person, and you can go with me."

Pei Hang: "..."

Lian Rong was happy to see his younger brother safe and sound, but also confused.

He asked the secretary: "Why does my younger brother look at me with such a resentful expression, and his face is also very bad?"

The secretary said: "People who have just been ill are weak and their complexion will not be very good."

Lian Rong was even more confused: "Pei Hang is weak?"

He said: "But when he and Mu Ling came over, he was holding an alien weighing more than ten kilograms in one hand, and it felt like he was going to hit me on the head in minutes."