I’m Secretly Married to a Big Shot

She frowned: "Why don't you take a good day's rest at home? You are the boss of the company, but you don't have to go to work every day."

Mo Yesi hooked his lips and raised her hand to touch her head: "Does it hurt me?"

"..."

"There is no need to rest. You can't fall asleep at home, you might as well go to work at the company."

"Are you sleepy?"

He shook his head: "Not sleepy."

No matter how long he suffers from insomnia, he will not feel sleepy, but his mental state will not be very good.

Qiao Mianmian expressed surprise in his eyes: "Aren't you insomnia sleepy?"

Every time she loses sleep, she will become a dog the next day.

Are there people who won’t get sleepy?

Mo Yeji shook his head again. He reached out and rubbed his eyebrows, his voice was hoarse: "It will be tired, but there will be no sleepiness."

Even the three or four hours of sleep time per night, which are of very poor quality, depend on sleeping pills to fall asleep.

"Every time you suffer from insomnia, this is the case?"

"Ok."

"Is this feeling bad?"

"Well." Mo Yesi remained silent for a few seconds, as if caught in some kind of memory. After a while, he sighed lowly, "It's very bad."

"Will you often lose sleep?"

"Um, often."

Qiao Mianmian immediately sympathized with him.

She occasionally suffers from insomnia, and she feels very bad. It takes several days to adjust back to normal.

Wouldn’t it be worse if he likes to suffer from insomnia often and can’t make up for sleep?

She thinks the worst thing in the world is that she can't sleep well.

I thought God was particularly biased towards him and gave him all the best, but I didn't expect...

As Mo Yesi lowered his head, he saw the girl in front of him looking at him with a distressed gaze.

In an instant, somewhere in the heart became soft.

He reached over and touched her head, with indulgence in his eyes that he didn't even realize: "In the future, he will get better."

"what?"

"Probably God will pity me, and I will arrange you next to me."

"..." Qiao Mianmian blinked, not understanding what he meant.

Does he sleep well? What does it have to do with her?

She is not a doctor in related fields and can treat him.

Looking at the doubts in her eyes, Mo Yesi didn't explain too much.

He stretched out a hand, held her soft and tender little hands, slender white fingers squeezed between her fingers, and clasped her fingers tightly: "It's noon, let's go and have lunch with me."

*

Mo Yesi drove by himself today.

He drove a Lamborghini, and the silver-gray supercar in the parking lot was very eye-catching.

After getting in the car.

Qiao Mianmian asked casually: "Why is Uncle Li not here?"

Mo Yesi turned his head to look at her, tickled his lips, and teased: "I told him that I wanted to be alone with my wife. Some things were inconvenient to do while he was there. So he didn't come."

Qiao Mianmian: "Cough cough cough..."

Her cough was red again.

She shouldn't ask this word out!

Looking at her little face that was teased by herself, Mo Yesi's eyes happily smiled, and added another sentence: "I thought, you think so too. Before I was close to you, you always feel embarrassed Now, there are only two of us. Can I hug and hug if I want?"

He said, leaning over and leaning towards her.

That beautiful and suffocating face is getting closer and closer to Qiao Mianmian, and getting closer...