Lin Miao threw away his hand and looked at him with caution.

Luo Yan's body shook slightly.

Lin Miao hurriedly helped him.

Luo Yan leaned on her, "Can you sit with me for a while?"

Luo Yan's voice was soft and he felt weak in illness, so people could not refuse.

Lin Miao sat down again, looking at Luo Yan leaning over, and in his heart, he felt that he had a soft heart.

"Since I've helped me, why don't you say anything?"

"It's just a good deal, there's nothing to say," Luo Yan sniffed the fragrance of Lin Miao and narrowed his eyes comfortably.

How long has it been, he has been missing her body temperature and the smell of her body.

The tiredness covered him instantly with the tide.

The even and long breathing reached his ears. Lin Miaojing waited for a long time and felt that Luo Yan was already asleep, so he reached out to caress him gently.

What has he experienced in the past few years? He actually gave birth to Huafa early.

She gently stroked her and sat upright.

Luo Yan was sleeping well. He opened his eyes and quickly got up from Lin Miao's shoulders, "How long have I been sleeping?"

"It's not long," Lin Miao gently moved his stiff shoulders.

"Why don't you wake me up?" Luo Yan didn't miss her movements and hurriedly helped her to knead her.

Luo Yanyuan is more proficient in massage than Lin Miao.

Not long after, Lin Miao felt a lot, so she shook his hand and said, "It's much better."

Luo Yan withdrew his hand and looked at her, "Thank you."

Lin Miao curled the corners of her mouth.

There was too little she could do with what he did to her.

"It's getting late, I'll go back first," Lin Miao took the bag and got up.

"I'll give you it," Luo Yan followed closely.

"No," Lin Miao held him down, "Let Xiao Zhao send him off."

She knew that if he didn't give it to him, he wouldn't be at ease.

Luo Yan knew that if he insisted on it, Lin Miao would definitely have to nod.

The two left the presidential room and the corridor was quiet.

"Xiao Zhao," Luo Yan shouted.

The response to him was the echo of the voice.

Luo Yan curled his lips almost invisibly, secretly praising this kid for being sensible.

"It seems he's going back."

"Then I'll take a taxi," Lin Miao said: "I'll call you after I get home."

She walked towards the elevator.

Luo Yan scratched his head, pulled his coat, and followed closely.

"Together."

Lin Miao did not agree with turning his head.

"It just happened to send me back together," Luo Yan explained.

Lin Miao still frowned, "Otherwise I won't feel at ease when I go back, I will definitely not sleep well at night."

Lin Miao's heart thumped and turned back unnaturally.

Luo Yan curled the corners of his mouth.

The elevator rose quickly.

Lin Miao hurried in, Luo Yan followed closely, always keeping a long distance with Lin Miao.

The faint cold fragrance always surrounds her, causing her heart to be beating rapidly.

Lin Miao glanced sideways and glanced at Luo Yan.

Luo Yan looked back innocently.

Lin Miao couldn't, so he had to hold his breath as much as possible.

The number of floors jumped overhead.

Seeing that he was about to jump to the bottom, Luo Yan stared at him with dissatisfaction.

The waste from the purchasing department has not been very diligent in doing business, but it is necessary to buy an elevator so quickly.

After leaving the building, the two stood on the side of the road.

It was a coincidence that a car happened to pass by.

Lin Miao hurriedly stopped him, reached out and pulled the passenger car door.

"It's not safe in front," Luo Yan stopped him and opened the rear door.

"It's like tied up with a seat belt," the rear seat was narrow, and Lin Miao didn't want to live in a space with him.

"Obe obedient," Luo Yan comforted her softly, pushed her to the back seat, and then sat next to her.

The driver looked depressed.

Even if the co-pilot says it is unsafe, don’t say it so brightly. Can you respect him, the driver sitting in the most dangerous position?

Luo Yan glanced at the driver who was thinking about talking and handed a look indifferently.

The driver blinked and turned around without understanding.

Luo Yan reported the address and moved in gently.

The space in the back seat is already small, and this move just wipes out the distance that Lin Miao has been separated for a long time.

Luo Yan's legs have strong muscles, and he reflexively generates pressure as soon as he touches them.

Lin Miao immediately turned his head.

Luo Yan smiled, glanced at the driver, leaned into Lin Miao's ear and whispered: "The place is too small, hold on."

The warm breath rushed into the ears, and Lin Miao couldn't help but tremble.

She bit her lips hard and glared at Luo Yan.

Her eyes were already watery, and this glare made her feel like the turbulent spring water.

Luo Yan's heart was like a flower-filled water.

He resisted the urge to hold her in his arms, stared at the front, but when the car turned or bumped, it seemed to touch her shoulders.

The road was extremely wide at night, and the driver drove the car very fast.

I soon arrived downstairs of Lin Miao.

Before he could stand firm, Lin Miao opened the car door and rushed down.

The fragrance that belongs to her instantly dissipates.

Luo Yan sighed in dismay, looked at Lin Miaotou running into the building without looking back, and then he made sure that the lights in her room were on, and then he said in a low voice: "Let's go."

The next morning, Lin Miao came to the store early.

When the fried master came, he saw three pots of medicinal food stewed on the stove and said, "Who has added more doses?"

"No, that's someone else's," Lin Miao lowered her head, not knowing what she was busy with.

At about ten o'clock, Xiao Zhao drove over.

Lin Miao gave him the medicine porridge, "I will be one hour earlier in the morning."

Xiao Zhao smiled and agreed and delivered the porridge to the presidential office while it was hot.

Luo Yan had finished the meeting and saw him coming in, he pushed open the document.

Xiao Zhao stood aside, waited for him to open the insulated food box, and tilted his head to look.

There was only a small bowl of snow-white porridge inside, and the fragrance of medicine was vaguely emitted.

"Why don't you leave?"

Luo Yan glared at him.

"Let's go now," Xiao Zhao swallowed.

Although this porridge is simple, it is inexplicably greedy.

Luo Yan stared at the door until he closed it before scooping up the porridge and siping it. When he had eaten nothing, he breathed a sigh of relief.
To be continued...