l white pills and a glass of water."This is a medicine specifically for hangovers. Take it and the headache will be gone," Leng Yechen continued.Tong Yimo nodded and weakly thanked, "Thank you, big br...Just as I was downstairs, the security guard called me up, saying a girl wearing fake glasses was looking for him. He didn't hesitate and let her upstairs right away.

Cold Night Cen also didn't expect that Tong Yimo would really come.

He thought that at first, the things he said on the phone would make her angry, and given her personality, she would definitely be stubborn and not come.

Because, "Yehuo" shouldn't be worth sacrificing for this.

But, she came, which surprised him.

"Sit down." Leng Yechen beckoned with his hand.

His office had its main lights off, only a desk lamp illuminated the vast space, casting a hazy, soft glow.

Tong Yimo obeyed the order, lifting her head and chest, sitting upright on the sofa.

"Do as you please, I need to finish reading my files." Leng Yechen said lightly, then sat back in his boss's chair and continued reading the documents.

Tong Yimo stared blankly ahead, her breathing even, her knees pressed together, her hands lightly clasped on her thighs. She didn't say a word, she didn't move at all, just like a statue sitting there.

Because she was too quiet, Leng Yechen didn't think much of it. He focused on finishing his documents and only realized it was almost dawn.

When he put down the pen in his hand, rubbed his temples with a headache, and let out a groan, Tong Yimo, who was sitting on the side, suddenly got up from the sofa, walked behind him, and began to massage him.

Leng Ye was startled by her sudden move, leaping up from his boss chair.

In Tong Yimo's subconscious, Fernand's words kept repeating in her mind: Be sure to serve Lian Shao well!

So, what she's doing now is serving Lian Shao.

"If you're tired, go upstairs and sleep," Leng Yechen said, coming back to his senses with a hint of fatigue.

He was completely absorbed in his own affairs, oblivious to Tong Yimo's strangeness.

Tong Yi Mo mistook him for "Lian Shao" being tired and needing to go upstairs to sleep. So, she walked over, grabbed Leng Ye Chen's tie, turned around, and pulled him forward.

"Thank you... little one!" Before Leng Ye could finish his sentence, a sudden tightening around his neck cut him off. He was struggling to breathe from being choked by the tie.

The sound of footsteps, "tap tap tap".

Tong Yi Mo dragged Leng Ye Shen upstairs and directly pushed him onto the bed. Then, she took a step and sat on his lap, loosening his tie for him, and then began to unbutton his shirt.

In the cold night, Chen could breathe again, coughing a few times. He reached out and grabbed Tong Yimo's hand, stopping her next move.

"Xiao Xie, are you really going to use your own body to exchange for 'Ye Huo' Are you sure this is worth it" Leng Ye roared in a low voice, coldly questioning.

Tong Yimo remained composed, her gaze fixed on Leng Yeshen as she replied, "Xiao Xie will take good care of Lian Shao!"

In the cold night, Chen Jian's brows furrowed slightly. He reached out and gently removed the fake glasses from Tong Yimo's face.

Throughout the entire process, she didn't resist at all. She just sat there blankly on his lap, staring straight ahead at him with vacant eyes.

Seeing the face under this fake mask, it was truly Tong Yimo. Leng Yechen's heart sank.

He then raised his hand, waving it before Tong Yimo's eyes. He found that her eyes were vacant, lacking any focus.

"Yǐmò, what's wrong with you" Lěngyèchen hurriedly propped himself up and sat up.

Tong Yimo still straddled his lap, sitting motionless and staring at him.

Cold Night's expression sank, and he tentatively commanded, "Xiao Xie, get off of me!"

Tong Yimo indeed immediately did as she was told.

She shifted her legs, getting off him, and knelt down beside him.

It wasn't until this cold night that Leng Yechen realized that Yimo might have been drugged.

The people in "Night of Confusion" really opened my eyes. They have every kind of medicine imaginable.

But now, from Tong Yimò's own circumstances, she seems to be fine except for not knowing what she's doing.

In the cold night, Chen sat on the bed, bending his long legs, resting one hand on his knee and the other on the bed, propping up his upper body. He stared meaningfully at the silent, obedient, and unusually quiet child, Yi Mo, in front of him.

"Xiao Xie, let me tell you, I love you. Come on, hear it." Leng Ye Chen didn't know what came over him, he actually took the chance to make a joke with Tong Yi Mo.

Tong Yimo tilted her head slightly, her eyes blankly staring at Leng Yechen, and stammered, "I love you."

"What do you love about me" Leng Yechen asked with a wry smile.

Yes!

What does she love about him

This sentence was uttered by him, at her behest.

And, it's spoken out of the mouth without thinking at all.

Tong Yimo seemed to not think at all, completely unsure how to answer Leng Yeshen's question.

"Yi Mo, I love you." Leng Ye Chen sincerely gazed into Tong Yi Mo's eyes, speaking with deep affection.

Only at this moment did he dare to boldly speak the love he had kept hidden in his heart.

Tong Yimo still stared at him blankly, her body and mind showing no reaction to his confession.

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