C26

Holt's question stunned Bai Mo Xie for a second.

Sensing Bai Mojiao's hesitation, Holt's eyes subconsciously darkened.

Following which, Bai Mo Chen's clear voice could be heard again.

"Actually... This is the first time. "

Hearing this, a slight smile appeared on Holborn's thin lips. His sharp eyebrows slightly raised, and his tone was calm, without a trace of joy or anger. "So you think of me as a little mouse?"

Bai Moyan was shocked and quickly lowered his head in fear, "That's not what I meant!"

Every time she spoke to him, she was really worried and frightened, always wondering what the man was thinking and whether he meant what he said.

Time seemed to come to a standstill. No more words came out of Holt's mouth, and Bai Mojiao dared not say anything to prevent himself from getting into trouble again.

At this moment, a rumbling sound could be heard in the silent space.

Bai Mo Chen knew better than anyone where this sound came from. He subconsciously covered his stomach and lowered his head.

Holt tilted his head slightly, his gaze falling upon his stomach, his face as red as a ripe apple.

"You didn't eat?"

"Not yet." Bai Mojiao could only answer truthfully.

"Why not?" However, he knew the reason why Bai Mojiao did not eat better than anyone else.

I'm afraid I can't stand those rumors again.

"I... I'm losing weight. " Bai Mo Chen choked for a moment, but in the end, he still decided to lie.

Bai Mo Lian's voice fell into Holt's ears. Hearing her reply, the smile on his face deepened, but it carried a hint of ridicule.

"I don't have much meat on me and I'm still thinking about losing weight."

Even though Bai Moyan was not very observant, he could sense the mockery in Holt's tone.

However, his words caused Bai Mojiao to be stunned. How did Holt know that he did not even have a few taels of flesh on him?

However, thinking about it...

He was indeed quite thin. At least when he went out, he would often be told to eat more. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that she was very thin.

"Everyone's standards are different." Bai Mo Lian tried his best to answer Holt's question.

As a clever person, it was impossible for him to not feel Bai Mo Lian's caution.

"Go out."

Hearing this, Bai Moyan could not help but let out a sigh of relief, as if he had been pardoned. He quickly nodded to Holt, then left his office.

Not long after, Wu Zixuan returned to the office after eating and drinking to his heart's content.

After hesitating for a while, Bai Mo Chen could not help but ask.

"Do you have any snacks with you?"

Hearing this, Wu Zixuan looked up suspiciously at Bai Mo Yan: "No."

It wasn't that Wu Zixuan wanted to trick Bai Mojiao, but that he didn't have one. Because of the high requirements for her figure, Wu Zixuan almost never ate snacks, which were such high calorie foods.

"If that's the case..." Bai Mo lowered his eyes slightly. It seemed that he could only starve for the rest of the afternoon.

After work, Bai Mo Lian took the bus back to the neighborhood. On the way back, he felt that his stomach was very uncomfortable, and as he got off the bus, he felt a throbbing pain in his stomach, causing the blood color on her small white face to fade.

Just as he was about to reach home, Bai Moyan held his stomach and walked home with trembling steps. It seemed as if he had expended all of his strength just to open the door with the key.

As soon as he entered the house, he collapsed onto the floor.

After hearing the sound of the door opening, Luo Xiaoye knew that Bai Mo had returned. As Luo Xiaoye was currently playing a game, he was unable to leave. A few minutes later, the game ended and Luo Xiaoye suddenly remembered the sound of the door opening.

Just as he walked out of his room, Luo Xiaoye saw Bai Moyan lying at the entrance. He sucked in a breath of cold air and hurriedly walked over: "Xiao Yan, what's wrong?"

Bai Mojiao's body curled up as he covered his stomach with his hand. His face was pale and a few strands of hair stuck to his forehead. The pain was so intense that he was unable to speak.

"Xiao Yan, I'll call for an ambulance right away. Endure it a little longer!" As Luo Xiaoye said that, he anxiously ran to the sofa and took out his landline to call 119.

After about 10 minutes, the ambulance arrived and Luo Xiaoye followed Bai Mojiao to the hospital.

After eating and prescribing some medicine, Bai Mo Chen slowly recovered.

Seeing that Bai Moyan's fair face had finally recovered some color, Luo Xiaoye wrinkled his brows in concern and asked, "Xiao Yan, are you feeling better now?"

Bai Mo Yan gently nodded his head, and looked at Luo Xiao Ye with grateful but guilty eyes: "Xiao Ye, sorry … "Sorry for the trouble."

Luo Xiao Ye was simply about to lose to Bai Mo Yan: "Why are you apologizing to me at a time like this! I should be the one feeling embarrassed. I woke up late in the morning and couldn't prepare breakfast for you, causing you to be so hungry. "

Bai Mojiao gave an embarrassed smile.

Since it wasn't a serious illness and they didn't need to be hospitalized, they rested for a while. After they felt better, they opened the medicine and went home together.

"Xiao Yan, the doctor said that you have a stomachache. Besides being hungry, your mental stress has been too great recently. You need to rest properly, don't go to work tomorrow."

"But I just got off work …" "Could it be that this is not so good..." Bai Moyan looked worried.

Luo Xiaoye rolled his eyes at her: "Then go to work tomorrow, what if you fall in pain again?"

After hearing Luo Xiaoye's words, Bai Mojiao felt that it would be better if he rested for a day. He gently nodded his head and said, "I understand. I'll apply for leave tomorrow."

After returning to his room, Bai Moyan hesitated. Who should he ask for leave?

You usually take a leave of absence from your superior, right? But his superior … Wasn't it just Holt?

Bai Mo Chen's heart tightened at the thought of taking a leave of absence from Holt.

After hesitating for a long time, Bai Moyan was still nervous as he dialed Holt's number.

The reason she had his number was because the information left behind by her previous secretary on the first day of work contained a number for Holt.

"Du …" "Du …"

Hearing the sounds coming from the other end of the phone, Bai Mo Chen's heart seemed to rise a bit in his throat.

It was already 9: 30 in the evening. It shouldn't be the time for Holt to rest, right?