Headline Marriage Contract

Chapter 231 An Qianji Is Sick

Mo Jun came out with the steak, Dylan hugged him and bit his hair, Dylan's voice was low and hoarse, but magnetic, like a rock star: "Jun, you look better than this piece of meat on the plate." tasty."

Different from Dylan's openness, Mo Jun was older after all, he blushed and said, "It's in broad daylight, what's the proper way to say this?"

"Shy?? So cute?!"

"Shy you big-headed ghost."

Seeing An Qianji, Mo Jun said happily: "Qianji is back."

An Qianji handed him the spices and said, "Senior, I bought the spices." Mo Jun had a giant pet attached to him, and he picked up the spices and laughed: "Well, that's right, this is it, Dylan, Don't make trouble, I'll cook you your favorite soup."

"Okay?" The giant pet wagged its tail and followed the senior back to the kitchen. An Qianji smiled helplessly and sat on the sofa. The relationship between the senior and Dylan was so enviable.

Recently, An Qianji has been a little busy. The luxury jewelry brand TL is going to hold a big show, and An Qianji is appointed to be in charge of makeup. At noon, the show, the TL jewelry show ended successfully. The staff is packing up. An Qianji is carrying Coffee, sitting down, feeling dizzy for a while.

From five o'clock in the morning to now, she helped one model after another with makeup and hair. Up to now, she didn't drink a sip of water. An Qianji covered her abdomen and frowned. During this period of time, her diet was irregular and her stomach couldn't take it anymore.

A lunch box and a glass of juice were placed in front of An Qianji. An Qianji raised his head, looked at the staff suspiciously, and said, "Didn't you say that lunch will not be provided today?"

The staff member smiled and said, "Our president of TL bought this for you, makeup artist An. Makeup artist An is really lucky to have our president care about you so much."

After finishing speaking, the staff turned around with a smile and left, An Qianji frowned, why did the president of TL specially send him food?Does he know him?An Qianji thought about whether he was an acquaintance in the entertainment circle, and opened the lunch box, but he was shocked.

I thought it was just a simple lunch box, but when I opened it, there were lobsters and abalones, and the soup bowl turned out to be freshly stewed bird’s nest? !This is too rich, right?An Qianji wondered if the staff made a mistake, and after checking with him, he ate a sumptuous lunch in a daze.

It's delicious... An Qianji took a sip of the fresh and sweet bird's nest, and even his stomach didn't hurt so much. Next time, I must thank the president of TL Jewelry Group for giving him such a delicious box lunch.

Outside the show, a luxury car was parked. The staff got into the car and said, "Mr. Cen, the box lunch is for makeup artist An."

Cen Qianqiu looked out the window and said, "Has he eaten?"

"Although the dishes were too rich, he was a little puzzled, but he still ate." The staff said.

Cen Qianqiu nodded and said: "He seems to have stomach pains these days, damn it, did Mo Jun take good care of him?!" Cen Qianqiu's eyes gradually darkened.

An Qianji returned to the apartment on Fifth Avenue, opened the door, and saw Mo Jun sitting on the sofa peeling an apple, and Dylan was stalking him like an octopus.

"Are you tired? Qianji." Mo Jun looked at him and asked with concern.

An Qianji smiled and said, "I'm not tired, senior." After finishing speaking, he slowly walked into the bedroom and fell headlong on the bed. Mo Jun looked at the closed door and frowned worriedly : "Qian Ji, I don't feel energetic."

Dylan held his wrist, took a bite of the apple in his hand, and said, "Maybe I'm too tired? Didn't you say that TL has handed over all the stage makeup of TL's recent big shows to makeup artist Ann? But being able to cooperate with TL, Ann the makeup artist is really amazing."

"Hmm..." Mo Jun said in a low voice, "But I'm still worried, Qian Ji, don't be too tired."

Dylan frowned, feeling a little annoyed, his voice was charming: "You really care about him? Do you still have feelings for the makeup artist Ann?"

Mo Jun said helplessly: "What nonsense are you talking about? I have already figured it out, Qian Ji and I are just seniors and juniors, and... I already have you."

Mo Jun blushed, Dylan smiled, and kissed his lips: "Then your eyes, just look at me."

After kissing for a while, Mo Jun pushed Dylan away, stood up and said, "I, I'm still a little worried about Qian Ji, I'll go see him."

Looking at Mo Jun's hurried back, Dylan sighed and lay down on the sofa. The two of them have been together for a year, and Jun is still so shy...

Mo Jun pushed open the door of the room, looked at An Qianji who was sitting on the chair and said, "Qian Ji, are you okay?"

An Qianji's face was a little pale, he shook his head and said, "It's okay, maybe I have a stomach problem."

"Ah? Then I'll buy some medicine for you." Mo Jun said hastily.

"Senior, don't bother!" An Qianji said, "I'm fine..."

"Why is it all right? I'll go downstairs to buy some medicine for you." After Mo Jun finished speaking, he strode out of the room. He put on his coat. Dylan stood up and prepared to go with him. Mo Jun opened the door and was stunned. Holding two boxes of stomach medicine, Mo Jun leaned over, picked up the stomach medicine, looked around, and murmured: "Who sent this medicine? Does anyone know that Qian Ji's stomach is uncomfortable?"

After taking the medicine, An Qianji fell into a drowsy sleep. He didn't know how long he had slept. When he opened his eyes, it was already daylight. He sat up, the door opened, and Mo Jun walked in with porridge. To An Qianji, said: "Qianji, are you awake? Is your stomach feeling better?"

"It's much better..." An Qianji muttered, and Mo Jun frowned and said, "Dylan and I are going to Moscow to visit his parents. We won't be here this week. Can you do it alone? Or we won't go and stay Come with you."

"No, no, no!" An Qianji said hurriedly, "Go with Dylan, I'm fine, I'm much better already."

"Really?" Mo Jun looked at An Qianji worriedly, An Qianji smiled and said, "It's all right! You and Dylan had a good time, I'm such an adult, it will be fine."

Mo Jun touched An Qianji's head and said, "Oh, all right."

Mo Jun and Dylan left, and the big apartment became quiet. An Qianji had some lunch and felt groggy again. He made a cup of instant coffee, and then called to ask for leave: "Hello, TL Jewelry Group? It's makeup artist An Qianji, I feel a little uncomfortable, I might have to ask for leave for tomorrow's big show..."

"Makeup artist Ann, are you feeling unwell?"

Before An Qianji could speak, his eyes suddenly went dark, and his phone fell to the ground.

The staff on the other end of the phone shouted nervously: "Ann makeup artist?! Ann makeup artist!!"

"What's wrong?" Cen Qianqiu looked at the anxious staff and said nervously.

The staff member said: "Makeup artist An said that he is not feeling well and will ask for leave tomorrow... Mr. Cen? Where are you going, Mr. Cen?!"

Cen Qianqiu flew out of the office.