Chapter 313 Don't Treat Him as One of Ourselves

Qi Moye wanted her to ask for help and rely on him a little.

But now it seems that Bai Chuxiao has no such plan.

In her heart, she still didn't want to treat him as her own.

Bai Chuxiao gnawed half of the chicken leg, "Don't worry, if I really need help, I will never be polite to you, just don't dislike me when the time comes."

Qi Moye didn't speak any more, and sat quietly on the sofa.

He was dressed in casual attire, his eyes drooped slightly, and he seemed to be thinking about something. The profile of his profile was perfect, and he was a picturesque man wherever he sat.

Bai Chuxiao felt that if he could draw, he would definitely draw this scene, it was so handsome.

When eating, look at the handsome guy and look good, and whet your appetite.

Eat all the meat in the bowl, not even the soup.

Finally, she wiped her mouth contentedly.

Seeing that she didn't have a drop left, Qi Moye asked, "Are you full?"

Bai Chuxiao nodded, "I've got it."

After eating, she rested for a few minutes and continued to work on the documents.

During this period, Bai Chuxiao played music, so the living room would not appear quiet, and the melodious sound of music made people gradually relax.

Qi Moye didn't leave immediately, his eyes stayed on her.

The documents and laptop were placed on the coffee table. She sat cross-legged on the blanket. Her long black hair was tied twice with a hair tie and hung loosely behind her back. She looked at the documents and typed on the keyboard with a serious expression.

Similar to when playing the guitar.

They are only similar, because they are two different seriousness.

One is forced to be serious about work, and the other is serious about loving entertainment.

Qi Moye sat there very quietly, not disturbing her.

Gradually, Bai Chuxiao forgot his existence.

As time passed, Bai Chuxiao began to feel sleepy. He hadn't relaxed in the past few days, and he was busy from morning till night.

The eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, Bai Chuxiao could barely support herself, she couldn't sleep, and half of the documents were still unfinished, she kept reminding herself in her heart.

Damn, the more she reads those documents, the more sleepy she gets!

Bai Chuxiao struggled desperately, but the sleepy spirit came to him and couldn't stop him.

Qi Moye watched her doze off with her head tilted.

Even though his eyes were closed, the movement of his hands typing on the keyboard didn't stop...

Qi Moye smiled helplessly, he got up, and came to her side with very light steps.

Her head swayed from time to time, and in the end, Bai Chuxiao was completely defeated by the god of sleep, and finally stopped the movements of her hands, and fell to the side.

Qi Moye reached out to catch her and let her fall into his arms.

In the past few days, Bai Chuxiao's allergic injuries on his hands and face have recovered.

Bai Chuxiao took off her makeup as soon as she got home, and stayed up all night with heavy makeup, feeling uncomfortable.

Bai Chuxiao didn't expect Qi Moye to bring her soup, but she didn't feel pressured, and it wasn't the first time he saw it.

Qi Moye turned off the music on the computer.

He lowered his head, the girl's face leaned against his chest, his eyes were closed tightly, the thick and thick eyelashes were like a brush, leaving a gray shadow in the eye sockets, there was still some fatigue between the brows, the allergies on the face recovered, the skin White as snow, without any blemish.

It was almost early morning, there was no music, and silence returned to the huge apartment.

It was so quiet that the girl's long breathing could be heard.

Qi Moye held her in one hand, and with the other, he flipped through the documents for details.

About ten minutes later, Bai Chuxiao was already asleep. At this moment, she stretched out her hand unconsciously, as if treating the person in front of her like a quilt, and hugged her.