Chapter 929

Nian Xiaomu's position is too backward.

She tried to move forward, but could barely see the figure on the stage. She couldn't even look at ink dry carefully.

The picture in my mind is still fragmentary.

She leaned back in her chair with her head propped up.

The assistant noticed something wrong with her and asked, "manager Nian, are you ok?"

"Thank you for coming..."

Before Xiao Mu could speak, the sound of ink on the stage had been transmitted to every corner of the venue through the microphone.

Young Mu's head is more painful.

She couldn't see anything because of the scattered pictures in her mind.

There was only a buzz left in my ear.

Deafening.

Nian Xiaomu's face turned pale with a brush.

Hold the armrest of the chair tightly with both hands, as hard as to break the armrest.

The back of the hand is blue.

"Year manager! Year manager! " The assistant was on the side, calling her anxiously.

Young Mu wanted to say that he was ok, but he moved his lips a little, but he couldn't utter a word.

I just feel like I'm sweating all over.

There is no pain in the body, but I feel it everywhere.

Especially her head, as if to explode!

Until the end of Mohan's speech, when he left the stage, Nian Xiaomu was in a state of confusion.

I was so worried that I almost called for an ambulance.

"I'm ok. Maybe I'm too tired these two days. I'll be OK after a while." Nian Xiaomu said, lying on the table in front of him.

She's not sleepy, just tired.

There are many strange pictures in front of me.

She wants to see clearly. She can't see clearly.

I can't help but recollect those pictures.

Nian Xiaomu seems to be fighting with himself, lying on his stomach, sleeping in the past

This time, she didn't dream.

It just feels like someone is shouting his name.

She wanted to respond, but her eyes couldn't open.

The next second, a warm hand, touched her forehead, and she spoke comfortably.

It seems that the master of the palm is Yu Yuehan and rubs against the palm of his hand.

"Nian Xiaomu, having a meeting, can sleep as a pig, and you are very powerful." Yu Yuehan looks at the person rubbing on his body, pinches his hand on her face, and Nian Xiaomu wakes up in pain.

Stare big eyes, a face dazed raise head.

The crowd around, with the end of the meeting, has almost dispersed.

Even Yu's group delegation asked Yu Yuehan to return to the hotel for a rest.

There are few people left in the huge meeting hall.

"Ink dry?" When young Mu returned to his mind, he suddenly asked.

I narrowed my cold black eyes, with a smile like arc around my mouth. "Sleep like this, remember ink dry, should I praise you or laugh at you?"

Nian Xiaomu: "..."

She just wanted to lie down. Unexpectedly, she would sleep until the end of the meeting.

"What's wrong with you, young?" Yu Yuehan made fun of two sentences, but he still didn't feel relieved to check it up and down for her.

Nian Xiaomu can't say what's wrong with him.

Just in my mind, I flashed the picture I saw before and sipped my lips.

"I'm so far away that I can't even see the appearance of ink drying, but I don't know why. I always think I've seen him..."

"Have you seen it?" The colder I pick my eyebrows.

Nian Xiaomu nodded: "I can't remember clearly, but he gave me a very familiar feeling."