Chapter 979 Are you worried about me catching a cold?

  After pouring a glass of milk, Wen Churan went upstairs. He originally wanted to go back to the bedroom to sleep, but when he came to the third floor, his steps seemed to be stuck to the floor, and he couldn't move half of it anyway.

  Clearly wanted to go to the fourth floor, but his toes were always in the direction of the corridor on the third floor.

  When she reacted, she noticed that there was a door in front of her, and she was standing outside Sheng Shimo’s study!

How did    come here, and why did she come here, she has no impression!

  It’s terrible...

   He wanted to turn around, but his footsteps were stuck again, and he couldn't help but look into the study.

  The door of the study was not closed tightly, and the warm yellow light shining from the crack of the door seemed a little warm.

Through the crack of the door, Wen Churan vaguely saw a figure sitting inside. He straightened his waist, but buried his head deeply. He was flipping through the files in his hand and clashed. The pitch-black pen was turned twice by the sharp fingers. Down, quickly across the file.

  From eyes to fingers, there is always a half-minute pause.

  Looking at the desk again, the documents that I haven’t read are piled up like a mountain, and I don’t know when I have to see it.

  Look again, the man's signing movement became slower and slower. Then, his head suddenly fell on the table, completely losing his movement.

   Seeing this, Wen Churan's heart beat fiercely, as if falling into an endless abyss.

  He... Could something be wrong with him, right?

  After all, I stayed up all night and drank so much coffee. At this moment, I even lay motionless on the table...

  Something is wrong! It's not right!

   Thinking of this, Wen Churan hardly hesitated, turned his head and rushed into the study, rushing to Sheng Shimo's side.

   But seeing the man closed his eyes tightly, the look on Jun's face was calm, and the warm yellow light softened his cold facial features, adding a touch of beauty to the sleeping face lying on the table sideways.

Xu is a very tired relationship. The man's frowning eyebrows gradually unfolded, and his slightly curled thin lips also add a touch of childishness to this angular and handsome face. The usual seriousness and coldness seem to be removed, and it appears. A little cute feeling.

  Like a...lazy little cat.

  Listening to the long breathing from his nose, and seeing his broad chest rising and falling regularly, Wen Churan sighed and felt his heart settle again.

  It turned out to be just asleep...

  Wen Churan glanced around, then picked up the blanket on the sofa, then walked around behind Sheng Shimo, and gently covered the blanket on his body.

When    was about to close her hand, her wrist was suddenly grabbed.

   Immediately afterwards, a man's dull voice rang in his ear, Xu Shigang awakened, still slightly hoarse.

   "Worry about my catching a cold?"

  Wen Churan was taken aback, and saw Sheng Shimo lying on the table, still maintaining the original movement, not even the slightest change, causing her to start to doubt that the voice she heard just now was just an illusion that she had produced.

   Soon, this idea is self-defeating.

  Because the man who was lying on the desk has slowly raised his head. Immediately afterwards, he grabbed Wen Churan's wrist fiercely, and directly brought her into his arms.

  While waiting for all the reactions of the first dye, she found that she was sitting impartially on the man's lap, and also hooked the man's neck with her arms.

  Wen Churan was shocked. He just wanted to get up and escape, but was forcibly pressed down by Sheng Shimo.

  (End of this chapter)