"Hmph." Hei Jieming grabbed her hand, and just held it, not letting go, and ignored her.

She was still unhappy that she had caused herself a sick illness in just a few days.

About an hour passed. After the effect of the medicine, Luo Huan's pale face became a little rosy. Some sweat appeared on her forehead, and her hair was wilted and pressed against her skin, becoming more and more pitiful.

Luo Huan's fingers were numb and he wanted to pull his hand back gently, but it attracted a cold eye that was not very pleasant.

She smiled sweetly, with a little more pleasing, although she didn't know why she wanted to please, "BOSS, if you have something to do, go and do it. I'm much better."

"Hmph." She recovered a little bit of anger, and his face became even worse. Anyway, she didn't even want to give her a straight look.

He let go of his hand holding her and walked out.

Luo Huan thought that the boss was going to leave with Xu Enya. Really, no matter how angry she was, she would at least say something when she left. Even if she couldn't tell her where she was going and what to do, it would always be allowed to say goodbye.

Holding the quilt, my stomach was no longer sad, and my heart began to feel throbbing again.

I vaguely felt that the starting point of this relationship was not what she expected, and the development trend was completely out of her control. I couldn't believe that such a powerful existence as the BOSS would fall in love with her. Every minute and every second, she seemed to be immersed in a dream, floating and having no support for her.

Now it seems that the feeling of worrying about gains and losses is actually just a sense of insecurity.

Even if you propose, what?

His world was never something she could walk into.

And the boss didn't seem to be happy to see her walk in.

The originally bright future seems to be a little dim.

She opened her mouth and bit the quilt, trying not to make herself look too bad.

The door sounded.

Luo Huan pants up and the joy in his eyes scattered cleanly after seeing Xiao Aniu's face.

She curled back into the quilt, held the pillow, and refused to look at him.

"Miss Huan, it's time to eat. Although you can't make big fish and meat for you to eat, I occasionally come to some porridge and side dishes. It's actually very good. You must like the white porridge made from a casserole." Xiao Aniu enthusiastically recommended it and set up a table of food that was brought in.

Luo Huan replied depressedly, "I want to lie down for a while and let it go there first."

She felt uncomfortable, and after eating, she felt a stomachache again.

"Miss Huan, you have taken medicine and have been on an empty stomach. It's bad for your stomach. It's better to take some." Xiao Aniu persuaded him earnestly. Recently, he has been worried about Luo Huan's bad appetite.

"I'll eat later, don't you want to eat now." Couldn't she be in a bad mood? After waiting for so long, she finally waited for someone to come back, and she didn't say a few words yet...

Xiao Aniu's consolation suddenly stopped.

Luo Huan thought she had finally convinced him successfully to exchange for a moment of peace.

Unexpectedly, the next second, I heard an unbearable male voice, with an unstoppable anger, "I know how your gastritis came about."

Luo Huan rumbling and quickly got up from the bed.

“BOSS?”

Sure enough, he saw Hei Jieming standing in front of the door, holding his arms, and glaring at her with an unhappy look on his face.

"You haven't left?" Luo Huan felt palpitations.

"Do you really want me to leave?" Hei Jieming grabbed her arm angrily, pulled it to the table, and sent the porridge and spoon in front of her.
Chapter completed!