C50

As soon as he arrived at the hospital, Cheng was invited by a colleague to treat an acute patient. She handed over the blood samples she had taken from Yang Tenxin to Song, asking for her help in taking them to the laboratory.

Little Song did not pay much attention and took the blood sample into the testing room.

Since he couldn't get any results that day, he packed up his stuff and left the office without asking.

The next day, Cheng and Shen boarded a plane to Japan.

The sunlight outside the window was somewhat dazzling. Cheng Tian painting said to Shen Mushi, who was reading a magazine, "Can you pull down the window?"

"I don't like staying in a place that's too dark."

"…" Of course, Cheng Tian painting would not fight over such a small matter with him. He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes to rest.

Along the way, they encountered several strong air currents. The plane was somewhat bumpy.

When the strong air currents struck again, other than the flight attendant's repeated warnings to everyone not to panic and not to move, Cheng Tian Hua also heard a series of soft murmurs coming from next door.

It was the first time that Cheng Tian Painting had encountered such a strong current of air. Although he was a little afraid in his heart, he still held back his fear and looked over. When she saw Shen Mu Xi hugging his head and trembling in a corner, she was quite surprised.

Was she too much of a woman? Why didn't she think it was that scary when the whole plane was screaming and even the big man, Shen Mouxi, was about to shrink under the chair?

Cheng Tian Hua patted him on the shoulder to remind him, "It's just strong air currents, what are you afraid of? If planes were so easily destroyed by strong air currents, it would probably be more of a crash than a car accident. "

Shen Moxi was still trembling. When Cheng Tian Hua touched the cold sweat on his forehead, he realized that he was truly frightened.

"Shen Moxi, the airflow is about to pass. Don't be afraid..." She pulled him to her, and before she could take him in her arms, he was already in her arms, holding her tight.

He held her tight, his hands around her neck, his nails digging into the skin at the back of her neck. A stabbing pain struck him. Cheng Tian Hua gritted his teeth and forced out a few words from the gaps between his teeth, "Shen Mu Xi, are you trying to strangle me?"

Upon discovering that Shen Muxi was in an uncontrollable state, Cheng Tian Hua felt that something was wrong. From her experience in medicine, this symptom was claustrophobia.

She suddenly remembered what Shen Moxi had said just as the plane took off into the sky. He said he didn't like staying in the dark, and it seemed he did have claustrophobia.

If the illness was serious, it would, when it lost its mind, harm itself to lessen the fear in the heart, and it could harm anyone or anything near him.

At this moment, Cheng Tian Hua felt a burning pain in her neck, but she did not utter another word or push him away. Instead, she clenched her teeth and hugged him tightly, waiting for the airflow to subside.

Gradually, the plane began to stabilize, and the passengers stopped screaming. The flight attendant's melodious voice rang again, informing everyone that the plane had passed through the strong airflow region and was currently flying normally.

As the plane stabilized, Cheng Tian painting immediately pushed the windows up and the light became much brighter.

"It's over, it's over." Cheng Tian Painted patted Shen Muxi's back and smiled.

Shen Muxi gradually stopped trembling, but he did not leave Cheng Tian Painting's body and continued hugging her tightly. He suddenly fell asleep.

Cheng Tian felt his breathing become more and more even, more and more peaceful. She knew that this was how he looked after he fell asleep.

Cheng Tian drew a position that made him feel more comfortable, so that he could sleep better.

It was only when the plane landed and the passengers started to alight that Cheng Tian painting woke Shen Moxi from his sleep.

Cheng felt soreness in her neck and arms as she maintained the same posture for nearly two hours, but she forced herself to remain composed and said to Shen, "We're in Japan."

Shen Mouxi looked around, then glanced at the Cheng Tian painting he was holding tightly to. Memories from two hours ago flooded his mind. He quickly returned back to his chair from Cheng Tian's embrace and touched his own cheek. He said uncomfortably, "Why didn't you wake me up earlier?"

"Seeing that you're sleeping so soundly, I can't bear to scream." Cheng Tian said.

"I'm sorry, I'm claustrophobic. I'm especially afraid of flying."

He was afraid to fly because the flight attendants would ask him to close all the windows when he came across strong air currents. He could not stand the dark space, the terrible bumps and screams.

Cheng Tian Painting looked at him and asked in puzzlement, "You are so afraid of flying, why do you still dare to fly your own plane?"

Shen Moxi glanced at her and said, "I was forced by you."

Was he forced by her? Looking at his departing back, Cheng Tian became slightly dazed.

Did he mean that she was the one who forced him to go to An Cheng last time?

Yes, he had told her the other day that as soon as he received the picture he had flown a helicopter to Ann City.

Now that she thought about it, everything was fine. Otherwise, she would have committed a great sin.

The Japanese branch manager, Director Zhu and Assistant Minister Cheng, had been waiting at the airport entrance for a long time. When they saw the two coming out, they immediately greeted them, "Director Shen, Secretary Cheng, you've worked hard."

All the more beautiful female secretaries were kept on the bed in secret. Naturally, Director Zhu did not treat Cheng Tian painting lightly.

The assistant quickly took the two suitcases and put them into the trunk of the car.

Shen Moxi raised his hand to look at his watch, then said to the two of them, "Give me the car, you can go back now."

Director Zhu glanced at Cheng Tian painting and nodded with a look of understanding.

Although he wanted to treat Boss Shen to a meal, everyone with discerning eyes could tell that this person had her own personal arrangements since Chief Beauty Shen was standing at her side.

Shen Moxi drove the car out of the airport and headed straight for the hotel that LILY had booked in advance.

It was a five-star luxury hotel. LILY had booked a presidential suite with luxurious decorations, complete facilities, and a huge double bed.

Standing in front of the french window, Cheng Tian Painted realized that this was an excellent place for viewing the night scenery. The night scenery outside was also really beautiful.

"What do you want to eat later?" Shen Moxi asked as he changed his clothes and adjusted his sleeves.

"Just a bite to eat." Cheng Tian Painting praised without even turning his head, "The night here is really beautiful."

"It's not beautiful to look at the night scenery here. It's beautiful to look at the night scenery in Tokyo from the Six Books Forest building."

Cheng Tian Hua turned around and looked at him, "You seem to be quite familiar with Tokyo."

"Not bad. I stayed here for a short time the year the branch was established."

Cheng Tian Hua nodded and returned to the house to tidy up the ceremony, placing the items one by one in the right position. When she habitually checked the bed cover, she found that the bed design was strange, there were countless switches of various shapes at the edge of the bed.

She pressed one of the twists and turns, but there was no reaction. She turned her head and looked puzzledly at Shen Moxi, asking, "What is this?"

Shen Moxi's eyes swept over her as his lips curled up into a mocking smile. "Miss Cheng, are you pretending to be pure or is it really pure?"

"What?"

"He's in his twenties and doesn't even know what a sex bed is." The mockery in someone's eyes grew even more intense.

A sex bed? This term was not unfamiliar.

However, from the looks of it, it seemed that the twenty-odd people did not know that a bed was a shameful thing.

Cheng Tian Hua's face was blushing a little, but he still stubbornly hummed, "You sound like you sleep a lot."

Shen Moxi looked at her flushed face and smiled wickedly.

Cheng Tian lowered his head and took his clothes into the bathroom.

Along the way, the back of Cheng Tian Hua's neck felt extremely sticky and uncomfortable, and it was also burning in pain. She stood in front of the mirror and pulled open her collar. She struggled to twist her body to look at the wound on the back of her neck.

No wonder it hurt so much. Shen Mushi scratched it until it bled.

When Cheng Tian drew out of the bathroom, Shen Mushui was seriously working on her laptop in front of her desk. She found the medicine box from the cabinet and went back to the bathroom to casually rub some medicine on the back of her neck. It took a lot of effort for her to apply the ointment, but she didn't even bother to stick it on.

It was much colder in Japan than in Bincheng, and in the past few days, it had coincidentally encountered strong cold air. The two sets of clothes she had brought with her were not too thick.

In fact, she didn't have any particularly thick clothes, because it was still early winter, and she didn't like to buy clothes.

After applying the medicine and changing his clothes, Cheng Tian Painting walked out from the bathroom.

"Can I go out now?" Shen Mushui glanced up at her, his slender fingers dancing on the keyboard.

"It's done."

Shen Moxi closed the book and got up. He grabbed his coat and car keys.

As he walked out of the hotel lobby, Cheng was startled by the cold wind and unconsciously grabbed onto the collar of his windbreaker.

Sensing her coldness, Shen Moxi turned his head and noticed that her coat was so thin. He frowned and said with a tone of disapproval, "Why are you wearing so little?"

"I didn't expect it to be this cold."

"You don't even look at the weather forecast when you go out?"

"I forgot …"

Shen Moxi took off the coat on his body and was about to put it on her, but Cheng Tian Painting quickly stopped him, "No need, you wear it yourself. I'm not cold."

The clothes she was wearing were cold, but she still said that it wasn't cold. Shen Muxi thought snappily, ignoring her refusal to put the coat on her shoulders. Since they were trying to shirk their responsibility, Shen Muxi's palm pressed against the wound on the back of her neck, causing her to frown and gasp in pain. Instinctively, her palm stroked the back of her neck.

"What's wrong?" Shen Mushi asked, sizing her up.