"So, I still have to be suspended."

"...It's not considered a suspension, it's just to reduce your burden."

"Why?"

This question puzzled Zhou Bo's question: "What's the reason?"

"The company is afraid that I can't hold on one day, so I jumped off the building and committed suicide, and then put the company in shame, right?"

Zhou Bo's eyebrows were twisted into the character "Chuan". This girl looked soft and weak, but today she always talked to the point.

Their senior management does have such concerns. From the perspective of company managers, his concerns are understandable.

"Thank you, Mr. Zhou, for your kindness." Su Yumian stood up from the sofa, took a deep breath, and looked down at Zhou Bo's eyes, "Mr. Zhou, why don't you ask first if I'm sick?"

Zhou Bo was stunned.

"As the big boss of Creative Arts, you just heard others say this, and you will directly conclude that I am sick?"

"No...you didn't report it with the medical record..."

Su Yumian couldn't hide her disappointment on her face and said word by word: "When I hold the medical record report, does it mean I am sick?"

Zhou Bo is not good at dealing with such problems. At first, he called Tang Lin and Jiang Wenyu, hoping to start with them. Unexpectedly, the two of them were very protective of their children. No matter how they asked, they said that the child was good and praised. He sighed and showed his negotiation posture: "Xiao Su, don't be anxious, sit down and talk slowly."

Su Yumian looked at Zhou Bo coldly. In her eyes, Zhou Bo's face and the face of the head teacher of Middle School B slowly overlapped. She curled her lips with self-deprecatingly and said, "How do the company want to deal with me, a disabled person with a 'mental illness'? Exit? Suspension? Or should I leave by myself?"

As soon as Su Yumian finished speaking, the door of the president's office was knocked open. Leng Feng suddenly poured in, making the two people in the office awake a little.

Yi Liao stood at the door with a calm face, his thin lips pursed, and his black pupils were bottomless.

Tang Lin and Jiang Wenyu stood behind Yi Liao and hurriedly looked in.

Zhou Bo was a little embarrassed: "Yi Lao, why are you here?"

"Uncle, there are some rumors in the company recently. Since my uncle doesn't have time to take care of it, I'll do it for you."

"What kind of rumor?"

Yi Liao glanced at Su Yumian, changed the subject and said, "You guys finished talking? After the conversation, I will take Su Yumian to have dinner. She probably didn't even eat breakfast."

As he said that, Yi Liao stepped in, took Su Yumian's hand and walked out.

Su Yumian was completely confused. The atmosphere of drawing the sword and Zhang Bi was suddenly broken. She couldn't react to the subtle development now.

Zhou Bo said in a deep voice: "Stop, we haven't finished talking yet."

Yi Liao slowly turned around, tightened his jaw, and said in a very indifferent tone: "Uncle, I want to explain something to you."

Zhou Bo looked up at him.

Yi Liao pointed to Su Yumian, who was confused: "My job is to write. If she is not here, I may not want to appear in front of anyone's camera."

Zhou Bo's voice changed: "You kid... are you going to quit the documentary?"

Yi Zao refused to comment, but said in a very certain tone: "I have known Su Yumian for many years. If you believe me, I will leave this matter to me to deal with it. I promise that it will not affect the progress of any project in the company."

Zhou Bo looked at them in confusion: "Are you suspicious that Xiao Su was slandered?"

"Not doubt." Yi Liao held Su Yumian's hand tightly, his eyes as if it were torched, "It's certain."

After he said this, the rain seemed to stop.

Su Yumian looked up at him and vaguely saw the light.

The rain was still falling, and Yi Liao drove Su Yumian home without saying anything along the way.

Su Yumian wanted to thank him, but every time he turned his head, he saw that his whole body seemed to be filled with an indescribable low pressure, and he swallowed the words he wanted to say.

It was not until he arrived at the door that Su Yumian said in a hurry: "Thank you." Then he opened the car door and prepared to get off.

Yi Liao didn't say anything, but suddenly grabbed her wrist and was pulled back to her seat by him.

"Su Yumian." Yi Liao suddenly spoke, his voice low and hoarse, "Is there anything I need to do?"

Facing his dark and deep eyes, Su Yumian sighed and revealed the process of his slight illness to cure. However, the reason for the illness was not mentioned, but only the pressure of academics.

After listening to Yilan, I was silent for a long time and couldn't tell what it felt like.

He missed so many things.

Su Yumian took his expression in his eyes, reached out and patted his shoulder, and said easily: "I have been cured long ago. This is like a cold is cured. Don't think so much. Your uncle... Mr. Zhou is right. He has his own position. I actually understand him very much."

"Okay, then I'll...rest assured." Yi Liao gritted his teeth, and the words of concern were not expressed in the end.

Yi Lao cannot care for a cured person again, it is like putting the other person to the perspective of the sick person again.

"No matter what," he said, "I'll support you if you come to me in advance in the future."

Su Yumian smiled and said, "Okay, thank you."

"You're welcome, go back and have a good rest."

Su Yumian was resting well after asking Yi to chat. The next morning, she was woken up by a call from the landlord.

Her rent is paid annually. After paying, there is no need to contact the landlord for a year. The landlord occasionally calls, which is nothing more than just conveying the property’s recent arrangements.

So Su Yumian didn't care about listening, and put the phone next to her ear. When the landlord was talking, she slept for a while and in a daze, she vaguely heard words like "son" and "marriage".

She yawned while saying "congratulations", then hung up the phone and fell asleep again.

All night, Yi Liao's side face wandered in the dream, and the touch of his tight hands also extended to the dream. Su Yumian couldn't remember how long it had been since she had a beautiful dream, so she simply slept until almost noon today, but she still didn't want to open her eyes.

When she got up, she felt a pain in her lower abdomen. She thought it was her "aunt" who came to visit her. The sanitary napkins she stocked at home were not enough, so she packed it up and went out to buy things.

A heavy rain yesterday seemed to have washed City B. Today the air was particularly fresh. Even a scoundrel like Su Yumian felt in a good mood when looking at the blue sky and white clouds.

The supermarket is two kilometers away, so it is not very convenient to go back and forth. Su Yumian simply bought enough sanitary napkins for several months at a time and stocked up orders. While she was picking and choosing in the supermarket, she called Dr. Ding Si to report on her condition yesterday.

After hearing this, Dr. Ding smacked his lips and said proudly: "Look, are the words I wrote to you in the medical record report very accurately?"

“'Love comes too fast, like a tornado'?”

...

"Yes, I think if I lose my job in the future, I can change my career to become a witch."

"...Witch Ding, please help me calculate first. What should I do if I lose my job?"

"Just stay at home, so as not to commit suicide."

"I'm doing it?" Su Yumian frowned in disagreement, "Where did I do it?"

"Do you want the medical record report yourself? If you don't write it as I said, will there be no so many things?" Ding Si analyzed calmly, "At present, the only handle for those who slander you is to see you bring the medical record report. As long as you show them the 'report' I wrote, they probably will all shut up."

Su Yumian thought for a while: "I think this method is feasible. In the future, everyone in our company will know that Dr. Ding from Dingsi Psychological Counseling Clinic likes to write lyrics in the patient's report."

Ding Si:...

When she came out of the supermarket, Su Yumian was already carrying a large bag of things, and the plastic bag made her hands hurt. There was a cafe next to the supermarket, and she stopped at the door to change her hand.

There were familiar faces in the cafe, which were reflected into Su Yumian's eyes through the glass window.

It’s Yidao and Chen Cong.

The two of them sat at a table, facing each other. Chen Cong was dressed beautifully today, with his long hair draped off and slightly curled. As he spoke, he smiled from time to time. The black hair of Yichao just blocked his sight, making Su Yumian unable to see his expression clearly.

Su Yumian stood there and stared blankly for a while. The bag in his hand seemed to be getting heavier and heavier.

Yi Liao seemed to sense the gaze outside the window, and turned his head slightly. Su Yumian seemed to be a child who had made a mistake and was discovered, so he ran away and avoided it.

Running out of the cafe range, she sat on the bench panting, covering her stomach and grinning.

Today, my lower abdomen was already uncomfortable, and I just rushed to the death and ran all the way. Now the pain suddenly came, and she couldn't walk any step.

Although "physiological pain" is strictly just a pain, it is still very life-threatening when it really hurts. Some people suffer from physical constitution because of their physical condition, while others suffer from cold and other problems after a pain. Su Yumian is the latter. Although she carefully avoids spicy and raw cold every time, the physiological pain will still come as scheduled.

Within a few minutes, she was already dizzy and sweating. The abortion that was traveling back and forth in front of her was almost a phantom in her mind. She began to subconsciously wipe the sweat from her palms on her jeans to divert her attention.

Another thrust of pain came, and Su Yumian closed her eyes uncomfortable. Suddenly, one hand held the palm of her hand that she had wiped back and forth, and the other person's palm was dry and warm. She suddenly opened her eyes and met Yi Lan's obsidian-like pupils.

Yi Liao squatted on the ground, looked up at her: "What's wrong with you?"

"No...it's okay..."

"Is this okay?" Yi Liao's fingers gently rubbed her palms, full of sweat, and frowned, "The lips are white, how can I feel uncomfortable?"

"I have a little stomachache, it's okay." Su Yumian was so angry that she tried her best to bring out a "I'm very good" smile.

Yi Liao pursed his lips, his eyes and voice sank: "Su Yumian, don't lie to me."

Su Yumian was stunned for a moment, drooped her head and whispered, "I have dysmenorrhea." It seemed as if I finally opened the valve, and the unhappiness in my heart washed over. She added with a crying voice, "It hurts very much!"

Now it was Yi Liao's turn to be stunned. He remembered something and stopped talking again. Finally, he only said with a complicated expression: "You are waiting for me here, don't go anywhere, I'll drive over."

A few minutes later, Yi Liao drove out of the parking lot. He helped Su Yumian into the car, took out the small blanket from last time and covered her, and turned on the heating to the warmest.

Su Yumian leaned against the window and gently rubbed her lower abdomen with her hands.

Yi's Yu Guang glanced at her and asked, "Do you want some hot water?"

"No need, I'll go home to have some brown sugar ginger tea." Su Yumian wrapped the small blanket tighter. When she turned her head, she happened to see Yilang's eyes that were about to stop. She asked, "What do you want to say?"

Yi Liao looked straight at the traffic light, covering up his doubts and curiosity, and his voice was light and as if he was casually mentioned: "Su Yumian, have you been here twice a month?"
To be continued...