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Chapter 917 What kind of medicine is that?

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    Browsing through the messages on his phone one by one, Song Chujiu¡¯s eyebrows showed a slight chill.

    Not only Bai Ziyi¡¯s, but also Lu Jingli¡¯s.

    It was really unlucky for these two people to meet her.

    Lu Jingli was doing better, but regarding Bai Ziyi Xiao Moqing actually had a back-up plan, as if he was determined to fight until death.

    The fact that the Bai family's cruise ship offended that big shot in country F is already very troublesome. Bai Ziyi was injured and hospitalized again. In addition, the Bai family also has a pig-like teammate Bai Zixuan. The situation may not be optimistic.

    Even if it is barely solved, it is always a hidden danger.

    Xiao Moqing can completely incite the offended big shot to take revenge on the Bai family. He can play with the Bai family in the palm of his hand without taking action.

    No one would have thought that he did this.

    If she hadn¡¯t seen those documents, she wouldn¡¯t have suspected Xiao Moqing.

    After a while, Xiao Moqing had walked out of the bathroom.

    Song Chujiu was already lying on the bed, as if he had fallen asleep.

    She would often fall asleep first while he was taking a shower.

    Xiao Moqing turned off the lights in the room, hugged the woman on the bed, and slowly fell asleep.

    "Xiao Moqing hasn't had any social activities recently. He comes back very early every day. Although he has a lot of work, a lot of it can be done at home.

    When he worked late, Song Chujiu would personally cook supper for him.

    On this day, Song Chujiu walked into Xiao Moqing's study with the cooked midnight snack as usual.

    Not long ago, Xiao Moqing held a video conference. Song Chujiu didn't want to affect his meeting, so he went downstairs.

    After working downstairs for more than half an hour, Xiao Moqing's meeting seemed to be over.

    When Song Chujiu opened the door and entered the study, he found Xiao Moqing taking medicine.

    It was the medicine she had seen without a label.

    Song Chujiu¡¯s hands trembled slightly, but he adjusted his mood in an instant.

    "Xiao Moqing." She said.

    Xiao Moqing raised his head. There was no emotion on his handsome face, and he was not panicked when he saw her.

    "Um?"

    "What kind of medicine is that?" Song Chujiu's eyes fell on the medicine bottle in Xiao Moqing's hand.

    She had always wanted to ask him what this medicine was, but she had no chance.

    Today I happened to be hit by her.

    Xiao Mo said calmly: "Medicine to treat headaches."

    Song Chujiu¡¯s pupils flickered slightly, ¡°Do you often have headaches recently?¡±

    Except at night, she doesn¡¯t spend much time with him.

    There are many times when Xiao Moqing has contracts to negotiate at night and comes back very late.

    Even in these short periods of time, Song Chujiu also noticed that he had headaches several times.

    The last time she looked in his drawer, she found that the bottle of medicine was almost empty.

    He eats it often.

    "Yes." Xiao Moqing finished taking the medicine and pushed the medicine bottle back into the drawer.

    His expression was very calm, and he didn¡¯t want to hide anything.

    She heard him say that it was an old problem. She went to the hospital for a checkup and found nothing wrong.

    However, she still couldn't help but worry.

    "Why do you have a headache?" Song Chujiu put the midnight snack in his hand on his table and looked at him worriedly.  "You have had so many headaches lately, why don't you go to the hospital?"

    Xiao Moqing raised his head and met the woman's eyes that shone with concern and worry.

    His thin lips curled up slightly, his brows relaxed, and his cold voice seemed a little softer.

    ¡°My headache is not an illness.¡±

    Song Chujiu was puzzled, "What is that?" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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