Every time she said a word, her heart ached a lot. Even if she endured it, she couldn't overcome the heart-wrenching pain, and it even gradually began to seep into her bone marrow.

Her rhetoric became more and more aggressive, "If the president wants to embarrass me for your girlfriend, I won't say a word. When the time comes, we will each rely on our own abilities. I am very honored to have an opponent like you, president."

After saying these words, she turned around and left quickly, her movements looking impatient.

Even if she stayed for even half a second, she felt like she would be suffocated for so long.

When she returned to the office, all her strength seemed to have been drained from her body, and she slumped down on the office chair.

My heart was throbbing and aching.

At this moment, I realized that the extent to which I cared about Mo Junhao was completely beyond my imagination.

She didn't even know how long she could keep pretending in front of Mo Junhao.

After staying in the office for a whole day, she didn't even go out and even forgot to eat.

It wasn't until the bell rang when she got off work that she came back to her senses and spent the day in a daze. She also spent the whole day in a daze with the plan to acquire the Han family in her hand.

Director Han, who has always been known for his high work efficiency, spent a whole day in the office for the first time and did nothing.

Just as she was staring at her desk in a daze, the office door was pushed open arbitrarily.

Hearing the sound coming from the door, she subconsciously raised her head and saw Mo Junhao walking towards her with a stern face, holding the resignation letter she had submitted in the first place.

"I will not approve this resignation letter. You'd better take it back."

Han Zhiqing looked at him blankly for a moment, then glanced at the envelope thrown by Mo Junhao on the desk, and reached out to take it.

Then, with Mo Junhao's stunned eyes, he threw the resignation letter into the trash can.

He raised his eyes to Mo Junhao and smiled lightly: "The president should know my style. Submitting a resignation letter is just a formality for me."

What she said was clear enough. Regardless of whether Mo Junhao approved the resignation letter or not, she had resigned from this position.

Mo Junhao cast his eyes coldly on her smiling eyes and said:

"You should also know my style. I want to prevent something. Even if you resign, you won't succeed."

Mo Junhao's words successfully reminded Han Zhiqing, and also made Han Zhiqing's heart sink slightly.

Of course she understands this. Mo Junhao is a particularly strong opponent for her.

"Then we can only rely on our own abilities."

She smiled indifferently, packed up the things on the table, pointed to the clock on the wall, and smiled at Mo Junhao,

"It's time to get off work. Don't delay the CEO's get off work."

Having said that, she was the first to leave.

Holding a few documents and passing by Mo Junhao, his stomach, which had been empty all day, started to twitch violently at this moment.

She bent down in pain, and all the information in her hands fell to the ground.

In order to cover up the fatal pain, and not to let Mo Junhao see her embarrassment again, she gritted her teeth and squatted down.

One hand was covering his aching stomach, and the other hand was shaking so hard that he picked up the scattered papers on the ground.

Just when I picked it up, my stomach twitched again, even more violently than the first time.

The pain was so painful that she couldn't help but let out a low groan, which made Mo Junhao, who was standing with a dark face, subconsciously lower his head.

I saw her frowning, holding her stomach, her face extremely pale, and a line of cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

His heart suddenly tightened, and Mo Junhao immediately squatted down beside her, grabbed her arm with one hand, and said in a tight voice: "What's wrong with you?"

He looked at her gritting her teeth and holding back, and a trace of nervousness and worry slipped through her eyes.

However, Han Zhiqing only straightened her expression, but did not stop the movements of her hands.

"I didn't hold the information securely and just dropped it on the floor."

She casually found an excuse to pretend to be calm, but her natural body reaction could not hide the trembling tone of her voice no matter how well she pretended.

After finally picking up the information on the ground one by one, she gritted her teeth and stood up from the ground.

He wanted to go out, but his arm was held tightly by Mo Junhao.

"You didn't eat?"

He frowned and asked her, having already forgotten the unpleasantness that had just happened in the office.

Han Zhiqing's face still had no expression, but her face was as pale as paper due to the constant throbbing pain in her stomach.

There was more cold sweat on the forehead than at the beginning.

But from beginning to end, she endured it without making any sound of pain.

After rectifying her expression, she met Mo Junhao's lightly frowned brows with her eyes, then glanced lightly at Mo Junhao's grasping her arm, and sneered:

"If the president doesn't catch me now, won't I just go to eat?"

"Zhiqing..."

"President."

Han Zhiqing interrupted Mo Junhao coldly, and every word he said "Zhiqing" would make her heart flutter.

Her eyes were a little colder than before, she looked at Mo Junhao and continued:

"I'm really hungry. Can you please let me go and eat?"

Mo Junhao's heart tightened and tightened, and sunk again and again.

He was angry that she had resumed her sarcastic attitude toward him again, but seeing her pale face gritting her teeth and enduring the severe pain made her feel anxious and painful.

No longer paying attention to her indifferent attitude towards him, he stretched out his hand and pulled her directly to the director's office.

"There is something more important than your meal right now."

He is still overbearing and gnashing of teeth, every word he speaks is sonorous and powerful, and he cannot allow anyone to resist.

"Where are you taking me?"

She spoke with a cold voice, but Mo Junhao led her feebly towards the elevator entrance.

"See a doctor."

He answered simply. He was already nervous to death, but he just had a sullen face and didn't seem to be affected in any way.

It was time to get off work, and the elevator entrance was full of people.

When they saw Mo Junhao pulling Han Zhiqing out towards the elevator, they all automatically moved out of the way:

"President."

"President."

"..."

Everyone greeted him respectfully, but Mo Junhao just had a dark face, ignored anyone, and pulled Han Zhiqing into the elevator.

The elevator door opened and closed at that moment. The employees at the elevator entrance looked at the two people entering the elevator with blank eyes, and everyone looked at each other.

In the elevator, Han Zhiqing was in so much pain that her lower abdomen kept throbbing, and she didn't even have the strength to resist Mo Junhao.

In the end, she simply didn't bother to say anything to Mo Junhao. She clutched her stomach that almost killed her, leaned against the wall of the elevator, bit her lower lip, and frowned more and more.

Mo Junhao, who originally planned to be sullen and angry and ignore Han Zhiqing, turned his eyes around with a worried look when he felt the sudden disappearance of the sound beside him.

Seeing Han Zhiqing leaning against the wall of the elevator, biting her lower lip, her face became increasingly pale, and her legs were even shaking.

Gradually, along the smooth elevator wall, she slowly paused, and she groaned out from the severe pain that she could no longer bear.

His heart suddenly tightened, and he quickly squatted down in front of her, put his long arms around her body that was shaking with pain, and said anxiously:

"Zhiqing, how are you? Just be good and stop getting angry with me, okay? Tell me how you are?"

At this time, he couldn't care less about being angry with her. The anger in his heart had already been replaced by his pale face, which was tortured to death by the severe pain.

"I...I'm fine."

She gritted her teeth and spoke stubbornly.

But even so, her hand still subconsciously grasped Mo Junhao's arm, trying to find a pair of warm hands that could help her.

"You woman..."

Mo Junhao was anxious, angry and worried at this time. Looking at her stubborn look, he wanted to blame her, but he really couldn't bear it.

He was about to curse, but he reluctantly took it back, hugged her trembling body, and sighed, "Okay, I don't know why you are angry with me. If this makes you feel better, just be angry.

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He hugged her tightly, his tone full of helplessness.

It was obvious that he could feel the trembling body in his arms, and the rapid descent of the elevator floor made Mo Junhao feel extremely slow at this moment.

"Damn it, why haven't you arrived yet?"

He cursed with some annoyance, his whole mind becoming restless because of the person in his arms who groaned many times due to severe pain.

Finally, the elevator reached the bottom floor at this time, and the elevator opened with a clang.
To be continued...