The Rest Of My Life Is For You

Chapter 929: Memories

Nian Xiaomu's position is too far behind.

She tried hard to move forward, but she could barely see the figure on the stage, but wanted to take a closer look at Mogan.

The picture in my mind is still fragmented.

She propped her head a little uncomfortably, leaning back.

The assistant aside noticed that she was wrong and asked, "Manager Nian, are you all right?"

"Thank you all for coming ..."

Nian Xiaomu hadn't had time to speak before. On the podium, the thick and dry voice had been transmitted to every corner of the venue through the microphone.

Nian Xiaomu's head hurts even more.

Fragments of mountains and rivers in her head made her see nothing.

There was only a buzz in my ears.

Deafening.

Nian Xiaomu's complexion turned pale.

Hold the armrest of the chair tightly with both hands, and forcefully break the armrest.

The back of the hand is blue-stained.

"Manager Nian! Manager Nian!" The assistant was on the side, shouting at her anxiously.

Nian Xiaomu wanted to say that she was fine, but her lips moved, but she couldn't make a word.

I just felt like I was sweating.

There is no pain anywhere, but I feel pain everywhere.

Especially her head, uncomfortable as if to explode!

Until the end of Mo Qian's speech, leaving the podium, Nian Xiaomu was in a state of total obsession.

Instead, the assistant on the side was so bad that he almost called an ambulance.

"I'm fine, maybe these two days are too tired, I'll be fine for a while." Nian Xiaomu said, lying on the table in front of him.

She's not sleepy, she just feels tired.

A lot of strange pictures appeared before my eyes.

She wanted to see clearly, but couldn't see anything.

Can not hold back the memories, but those pictures came out looming.

Nian Xiaomu seems to be fighting herself, lying on her back, and sleeping ...

This time, she didn't dream.

It just felt like someone was calling their name in their ears.

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

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

It seemed as if the master of the palm was Yu Yuehan, and he poke on his palm again.

"Nian Xiaomu, having a meeting, can sleep as a pig, and you are also very good." Yu Yuehan looked at the person who was on her body, and put his hand to her face. come.

His eyes widened and he looked up blankly.

The surrounding crowd, as the meeting ended, had almost dispersed.

Even the Yu group delegation asked Yu Yuehan to return to the hotel first to rest.

In the huge conference hall, there were not many people left.

"Where is Mogan?" Nian Xiaomu turned to God, and asked babblefully.

Yu Yuehan's black eyes froze ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The corners of his mouth were radiating like smiles. "Sleep like this, remember Mogan, should I praise you or should I laugh at you?"

Nian Xiaomu: "..."

She just wanted to lie down, but she didn't expect to sleep until the end of the meeting.

"Yang Tezhu said you're uncomfortable, what's the matter?" Yu Yuehan teased a few words, or checked her up and down uneasily.

Nian Xiaomu couldn't tell where he was uncomfortable.

It was just in my mind that I saw the picture I saw before and pursed my lips.

"My position is too far to see Mogan, but I don't know why, I always think I've seen him ..."

"Have you seen it?" Yu Yuehan raised an eyebrow.

Nian Xiaomu nodded: "I can't remember, but he feels familiar to me."

(End of this chapter)