Chapter 170 (2/2)

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When Mo Jingshen went back, it was nearly early in the morning. The sky was still dark, but it was also white.

At first, I thought jinuan was still sleeping. As a result, it was obvious that the little woman didn't sleep well at all. Until he lay beside her, she frowned in her sleep and got into his arms, gradually calmed down.

Mo touched her hair: ”headache?”

Ji Nuan nodded in his arms with his eyes closed, half asleep and half awake, confused and speechless.

Mo's hand, which fell between her hair, turned to caress her forehead and gently press it. She didn't move, and he was allowed to help relieve the pain in her head.

The little woman was wearing soft pajamas, with long hair all over her head scattered on the pillow of the bed. The fragrance of her body lingered and she leaned on his arms. She kept her eyes closed all the time. She didn't ask where he had gone, but she just instinctively snuggled up in his arms and wouldn't back away.

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ink warm studio.

The computer screen is constantly jumping out of Xia Tian's MSN messages.

Xia Tian can walk normally with crutches now, but it will take three months to recover. If she wants to come to her studio for help, it's not convenient to live far away.But after all, when Xia Tian was studying in the United States with her, she was studying in the University of Finance and economics, and was also a major in financial analysis. Now the position of the financial director of the studio is vacant. Xia Tian is here to help her, and Ji Nuan can save a lot of effort.

Two people are chatting hot, suddenly the internal phone on the desk rings, quarter warm picked up: ”hello?”

”Hello, Mr. Ji. Here is your express delivery.”

The phone is from the mail room on the first floor of Jinlin building. Ji Nuan looks at the number again and says, ”OK, I'll go down later.”

After hanging up the phone, Ji Nuan typed a few words on the keyboard: ”you are afraid that there will be too many things after you leave the hospital. Have you packed your things and sent them to the studio?”? ]

Xia Tian replied: ”no, I don't have many things. When I go, I'll just pick up a box and put it in my residence. ]

the eyebrows are slightly picked in the warm season.

That's strange.

How can there be her express delivery?

Nowadays, domestic e-commerce has just started, and jinuan doesn't have the habit of shopping online, and she seldom has the relationship with others to mail things. In addition, some letters or telephone faxes received in her studio are all in the charge of Xiaoba or the secretary.

How could there be a direct delivery to her?

Ji Nuan went downstairs directly and went to the mail room on the first floor. The person in the room handed her a small square box.

Ji Nuan saw that the box was packed very tightly. He couldn't see what it was. He only had the receiving address and her name, but didn't write the address and sender.

”Who sent it?” Season warm left a heart eye, asked a sentence.

”I don't know. I found it just when I was sorting the boxes at the door.”

Listen to Ji Nuan. He weighs the square box in his hand twice. He doesn't hear anything in it.