The three of the Bo family retreated.

The creamer was still screaming, lying on the thrust and pretending to be dead.

After Bo Xichen sent three elders, he couldn't help but feel funny when he saw her like this when he came back.

He held his forehead and smiled softly: "The elders are gone, and they can't see it even if they pretend like this."

Gu Anxi still lay there and acted coquettishly, and refused to get up.

Uncle Bo shook his head helplessly, went over and picked her up with one hand, lifted her hair and looked at it-

His eyes were filled with tears, his tender and white face was red and white, and he looked particularly pitiful.

He softened a little and gently pinched her face: "Will you do this kind of thing in the future?"

She whistled around his neck.

No matter what.

That look, he looked so obedient, and he looked so obedient. How could he be angry?

Even if the creamer has passed this level...

*

She has passed by, but it is not easy for Brother Wang to live there.

Tonight, I am simply... a deep memory of Brother Wang since I was alive.

I returned to the villa, although it was very late, but I was sleepy.

Wang Jingyao was sitting on the sofa smoking, and he didn't care about the pain when one hand was injured, and he smoked one after another.

The Secretary-General did not leave and whispered: "Your hand is injured, Director Hao has returned it now and told you not to drink and smoke. Why don't you care about yourself?"

Wang Jingyao raised his eyes, pinched the cigarette, and then let out a long breath: "Lin Hua and the one named Feng really became?"

The Secretary-General sighed in his heart: Everyone has officially announced, have you succeeded?

But he still coaxed his boss softly: "Sister Lin is not old anymore. She always plans for her future, not a ignorant... She has never waited for a response, and she can't help but settle for the second best."

These words gave the boss a lot of face.

The old brother was in a better mood and cheered up again, "You're good."

The Secretary-General smiled, "Who can compare with you in Beicheng in terms of talent, emotion and demeanor?"

After taking a bit of this, Brother Wang glanced at him: "This is not honest."

The Secretary-General is worthy of being a person around him for many years, and he will go to his heart the most: "There is no colder than the heights, and it is also lonely. Your enjoyment of this lonely beauty does not mean that others understand your thoughts."

The words that hurt the egg resonated with the old brother very much. He smiled with great demeanor, and then: """Jingchuan, you clever."

The Secretary-General smiled and accompanied him, reducing his existence

The old brother leaned back, resisted the urge to smoke again, and placed his hand on the back of the sofa, "Jingchuan, do you know about this?"

The Secretary-General smiled bitterly in his heart. If you get this master, you are really feeling the truth.

Does Mr. Gu know this tonight? Is this important? It doesn’t matter at all

He was worried, afraid that he would make his boss unhappy again.

Wang Jingyao leaned on him and closed his eyes slightly: "Forget it, what can I do if I get angry? No one feels sorry for me."

After that, I reached out to grab a mint candy, peeled it in my mouth with some discomfort.

Seeing that it was almost done, the Secretary-General said goodbye.

Brother Wang was bored alone. After thinking about it, he was angry again. He forgot the doctor's words and prescribed a bottle of wine. He drank half of the bottle happily.

After drinking this half bottle of wine, my goodness, my brother got sick the next day.

He was very sick and had a high fever of 40 degrees. He was discovered by his servants early in the morning and hurriedly notified Wang Jingchuan.

On the other side, Wang Jingchuan felt that he had just gotten out of the bed, so he received a speech from Ling. He immediately lifted the quilt and got up, and looked at his wife while wearing clothes: "I'll go to Mr. Wang's place, I may not be able to come back tonight."

The wife complained a little, complaining: "It's Mr. Wang again. You are the secretary general and I've given him this life. Let's see, how long has it been since you asked about the child's study? Yesterday was our wedding anniversary, and you came back so late."

Wang Jingchuan turned around and smiled: "Isn't this in his position? Isn't it going to do something?"

Although the wife complained, she was still soft-hearted and came over to make up her clothes for him. Finally, she looked at him: "I have been married to your family for so many years, so I am not as good as you spend more time with him."

"What are you saying? You're still jealous." Wang Jingchuan smiled.

The wife glanced at him again, feeling uncomfortable: "Although you follow him with great might and dare not offend you, but after he retreated a few years, you have no way out."

In any case, I still feel sorry for my husband to start from scratch.

Wang Jingchuan's voice softened, but he was a little mute: "Mr. Wang has been nice to me over the years. Look at the house we live in, how many people can compete with us in the North City."

The wife smiled and said nothing else. She also prepared some food for him in the car. Although she was a secretary-general in this business, she was probably serving the waiter. After that, she often didn't get time to eat.

Wang Jingchuan was so happy that he ate breakfast in the car. When he arrived at the villa, the doctor he contacted also came. The two happened to go upstairs together.

Wang Jingchuan saw the bottles downstairs and frowned at the doctor: "That must be drinking, the injuries on his hands have not healed yet, so don't care about himself."

The doctor also had a headache: "Yesterday, Mr. Wang still didn't listen."

Wang Jingchuan was helpless: "He rarely had such willfulness. Director Hao, you are troubled."

The person who came was Director Hao of Yunxi Hospital. Seeing Secretary-General Wang being so polite, he couldn't stand it and kept saying, "I don't dare to take it because I just hope Mr. Wang will pay attention to maintenance."

He leaned over and whispered: "After all, I'm in my forties, no younger."

The Secretary-General nodded naturally and said yes. The two of them arrived at the bedroom while talking. The door opened. In addition to Wang Jingyao, who was lying on the bed, there were two servants. They were at a loss and secretly breathed a sigh of relief when they saw them coming.

Director Hao went over and took Wang Jingyao's temperature. Hey, it was almost forty degrees.

He rubbed his hands and said, "Let's get a fever injection first. If you don't have it, you have to go to the hospital."

Wang Jingyao was a little confused and leaned against the head of the bed with some illness. Hearing this, Director Hao waved his hand indifferently: "Just just have a little drip at home. There is no need to go to the hospital so much. There is still a meeting to be held in the afternoon."

The Secretary-General was extremely anxious: 'You are so sick, you are still thinking about working, so you should take good care of your health.'

Director Hao also smiled: "Yes, nourishing the body is the most important thing."

While he pushed a fever-reducing needle.

Then wait to see if the temperature can be lowered...

While waiting, the Secretary-General went to the kitchen to cook rice porridge and brought it up in person, serving it more attentively than his own parents.

Just when he brought the rice porridge, he found that the old gentleman and the old lady had come over. Wang Jingchuan was stunned and knew that it was not good. He smiled and said, "The old gentleman and the old lady got up so early."
Chapter completed!