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In the president's guest room, Song Mingjian was discussing business matters with a blonde foreign businessman when he suddenly heard his phone ring. Song Ming was about to hang up, but he saw that the number came from his home. "Hello?"

"Young Master Ming, come back quickly. Miss Gu …" Miss Gu seems to be in a rage again. " On the other side of the phone, a teary, anxious voice cried out, "Dr. Davis said, Miss Gu …" "Miss Gu is …" She stuttered as she could not continue. After all, she was a girl who had never spoken about love before. She was too embarrassed to speak of those words.

"What happened to Miss Gu?" Song Ming urged.

"It's been drugged again." Just as he said that, Song Mingjian stood up immediately and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, Mr. John. My wife suddenly fell ill. I must immediately rush back and have my assistant receive you."

The tall and big John rolled his blue eyes in confusion. Before he could say anything, Song Mingjian had already left. He murmured a word of God and crossed his arms. "Amen, who says the Chinese are sentimental."

When the car returned home, it cried as it circled around the bedroom door, as if it had seen its savior, "Young Master Ming, you're finally back. Young miss is not in a good condition! "

Song Mingjian was not in the mood to talk with her. He pushed open the door and entered the bedroom. The moment he saw Gu Xiangling lying on the bed, he felt as if she was struck by lightning. He rushed over and shouted, "Xiang Ling, Xiang Ling!"

Gu Xiangling was no longer able to hear his words. She was getting more and more tired as she mumbled some bold words. Song Mingjian could only find a sedative and give her a shot.

Unexpectedly, the injection was useless, but fortunately, the girl brought the Chinese medicine in time. Song Mingjian had to expend a great deal of effort to barely feed Gu Xiangling. Not only did she not recover, she became even crazier.

Song Mingjian had no choice but to call old Mr Kong. The old Chinese doctor sighed: "Ai, young man, didn't I remind you not to infect her with poison? A product? "You can let her get through this first. I'll come to your place tomorrow."

Song Mingjian was confused at the critical moment, "How do we resolve this?"

The old Chinese doctor angrily roared, "The first time, how was it solved? How should we solve it now?!"

A few hours later, Gu Xiangling finally calmed down. Song Ming was exhausted, he had never felt this tired in his life before.

Gu Xiangling frowned as she panted. After taking a few breaths, she felt extremely uncomfortable. Song Mingjian hugged her painfully. "Xiang Ling, can you hear me?"

Her mouth was a jumble of broken sentences, and her expression was one of pain. Song Ming was extremely anxious. He suddenly remembered that he had learned hypnosis before. According to the hypnotist, "What a profound hypnosis technique, it can calm a person down. The effects are much better than sedative drugs."

She played a gentle tune and applied some lavender oil to Gu Xiangling's face to soothe her nerves. Song Ming held Gu Xiangling's hand and hypnotized her. Time passed minute by minute, and Gu Xiangling calmed down a little.

By the time Gu Xiangling had completely calmed down, Song Mingjian was lying exhausted on the bed. Hypnosis required a high level of concentration from the hypnotist. With Song Ming's sword skills, being able to hypnotize people was a miracle.

Is this the legendary power of love?

"Xiang Ling, you've finally made me understand how much you love someone with all your heart."

Song Mingjian felt as if his body had been hollowed out. Even breathing seemed to be a burden. He really wanted to fall asleep and never wake up again. "After a moment of confusion, he heard his phone ring again. It was Ou Shihao." Director Song, the Director Shen who made an appointment yesterday is here.

"Alright, I'll be right there." Song Mingjian said weakly, Chief Shen is an extremely important customer, he must personally receive it. As he staggered out of bed, he realized that he was now struggling to walk. He staggered to his seat in front of the mirror, looking pale and extremely tired.

How could he meet a customer like this? He made himself a strong cup of coffee and cleared his head a little. After applying some men's skin care products on his face, the person in the mirror finally regained some vitality.

He chatted with Director Shen for a few hours, but Song Mingjian could not hold on any longer and was lost in his thoughts. When the contract was finally signed and Song Ming sent Chief Shen off, his vision turned black, and golden stars began to appear all over the place.

"Director Song!" Ou Shihao cried out in surprise. Song Mingjian fell down on his desk and immediately fell asleep.

As the night fell, Song Mingjian who had been sleeping on his desk suddenly woke up with a start. The blanket that was covering him fell off his body. "Ou Shihao, who was guarding at the side, hurried over." Director Song, you're awake? "

"How did I fall asleep in the office?" Song Ming pressed down on his head and felt a throbbing pain in his temple, but his body still felt weak.

"After you sent CEO Shen away, you fell asleep and couldn't even wake him up." "Director Song, how could you be so tired?"

"I'll tell you in the future, I want to go home now." "Song Mingjian stood up, and just as he lifted his leg, he almost fell over. Ou Shihao hurried over to support him." Are you going home like this? "Let's rest at the company's dormitory."

"No, I have to go back." With Ou Shihao's help, Song Mingjian entered the elevator. Looking at the walls of the elevator reflecting his haggard appearance, he felt that he had really aged. His physical strength was actually so weak.

When he returned home, he saw a tear-stained Song Mingjian squatting in front of his bedroom door. His heart tightened as he flung Ou Shihao aside and asked, "Yo, has something happened to Xiang Ling again?"

Shaking her head, she choked with sobs and said, "She just woke up and she's been crying ever since. I asked her why she didn't say anything and didn't let me call you."

Gu Xiangling laid on the bed and cried until she was out of breath. Song Ming helped her up. Her face was covered in tears and her eyes were swollen like peaches. Seeing Song Mingjian, she shyly asked in a low voice, "I-Am I good in bed today? Do I look like a prostitute? "Like a woman?"

"Yes." Song Ming forced himself to pull himself together and said in a joking tone: "That's a real woman. A woman should look like a lady under the bed, and a prostitute on the bed. "Women."

Gu Xiangling sobbed even more, while Song Mingjian held her tightly. Her tears seeped into his shirt and onto the skin on his shoulders. Honey, don't cry. Are you not satisfied with my performance in bed? "No problem, I'll go train tomorrow and guarantee that I'll be able to satisfy you in the future."

Gu Xiangling sputtered, "I just feel that I'm so useless. I don't have the slightest bit of intelligence, and I've been framed again." Not only will you harm yourself, you'll also implicate you. "