She got up five times, walked into the master bedroom gently with a cat step and looked at him five times.
See if he is lying on his side, see if he has pressed his wound, covered his quilt, and whether he is so painful that he can't sleep.
But every time she went in, she saw Mo Fan lying peacefully with the moonlight outside the window.
Han Jiamei also noticed a detail that this delicate man with a cleanliness obsessed with it did not cover the quilt with the reverse.
This surprised her and was also a little moved.
Lying back on the sofa, covering the quilt he covered, and smelling the faint body scent, she also fell asleep.
In the early morning, the sky turned white, and a rising sun emerged from the clouds, and another day of radiance was shining.
Mo Fan opened the door of the master bedroom and saw Han Jiamei standing in front of him. He was slightly stunned. The two of them gathered in their eyes, and time seemed to have stopped.
"Thank you last night." The girl bowed to him seriously and thanked him.
Mo Fan didn't say anything, probably still a little unconscious. He wouldn't have stood there all night, right?
"Don't you really need to take a day off?" She was still worried.
The man's eyes closed and his voice was gentle, "No need."
"I'll cook the noodles for you," she gave in, making a gesture of invitation, like a maid, "Please taste!"
Cook noodles again?
Mo Fan followed her to the dining chair and took a seat. She quickly brought a bowl of hot noodles out of the kitchen. It was very progressive compared to the noodles cooked in water last night.
"I added oil, salt, and tried the taste, and rib soup." She was very careful today, just like taking care of a wounded person full-time.
Mo Fan was very relieved, with a touch of gentleness in his deep eyes, "Well, it's not bad, it's a good boy." Compared to last night, she really tried her best.
Mo Fan ate the noodles in the bowl, and Han Jiamei was very happy.
After breakfast, he helped him to reduce inflammation of the wound on his back, put on medicine again, and replaced it with a new band-aid. She asked him, "Does it still hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt." Mo Fan said with a relaxed tone, "Anti-inflammatory drugs have analgesic effects, and I am a man, and men are more resistant to pain."
Looking at the wound on the finger, Han Jiamei still felt sorry. What if it hit her head? She really didn't dare to think about it.
The two went downstairs to the company.
"Can you drive?" Mo Fan asked her.
Han Jiamei shook her head, "Just finished the first exam."
He helped her open the passenger door and "get in the car."
Han Jiamei thought to herself, he had driven back last night, there was no problem with opening the company today, right?
So she sat in the car with confidence, and Mo Fan also got into the cab.
That morning, the r-alan group held an executive meeting on time at 8 o'clock.
Yu Mengxi explained his idea, made the True Love series into a four-piece set, and then took the designers out to find inspiration, so that everyone could freely play, design the most satisfactory works, and then create a limited edition.
The model is completely based on the Jingshi Group.
This matter was approved by Yin Lihua, and he expressed his agreement.
The executives have no objection, after all, it is always good to follow Jing's pace.
In the office of the deputy general manager, Zhong Ling, who had not been sleeping all night, came over. She hid behind the bookcase and waited for Yumengxi to come.
Some things need to be explained clearly to this woman, give her a vaccination, and it is best to let Yu Mengxi leave on his own initiative!
On the way here, Zhong Ling arranged the meeting for a while in her mind more than ten times.
Through the Internet, she has already understood Yu Mengxi's personality. What method should be used to deal with such capable and shameless women? She has also been able to use Baidu.