After being entangled by the overlord in women's clothing

Chapter 22 I'm sick, come to my house

Xu Yuan enjoyed the man's two-week pick-up and drop-off service with peace of mind.

Although some strange things were encountered during the period, for example, Xu Yuan smiled at the little brother at the gas station, and the employees at the gas station turned into women the next day; Xu Yuan glanced at the little brother in the gym, and the next day The gym was demolished the next day, but Xu Yuan didn't take it to heart.

Until one morning, it was not Zheng Ting who came to pick him up.

"Assistant Xu, please get in the car."

Fang Yang got out of the car and politely opened the rear door for Xu Yuan.

"What about today..."

Xu Yuan wanted to ask why Zheng Ting didn't come today, but after thinking about it, the man probably did it on a whim before and got tired of it after two weeks of busy work, so it seemed that she cared a lot when she asked this way.

no.How could I care about him?

In order to restrain her image of being a proud and famous lady, Xu Yuan swallowed her words abruptly.

But when she sat in the back seat of the car, Xu Yuan felt a little awkward again. It turned out that the man had let him sit in the co-pilot.

After arriving at the company, Xu Yuan deliberately didn't hang around Zheng Ting's office, and waited for the man to come to him for something, and then called him over, so that he didn't take the initiative to seek reconciliation for the morning's matter.

But this time, Xu Yuan waited dryly until noon, and he didn't even go when Lin Jia asked him to eat, but Zheng Ting didn't send a text message or call to his mobile phone.

This man is too tolerant.

Xu Yuan stepped on high heels, walked towards Zheng Ting's office, and pushed open the door aggressively, just about to ask why the man didn't come to pick her up in the morning.

"you……"

When I looked up, I saw that the office was empty, and there was no one there.

"Fang Yang, Fang Yang!"

Xu Yuan hurriedly stopped Fang Yang who was passing by, and pointed to Zheng Ting's office in disbelief, "Where are the others?"

"Mr. Zheng?" Fang Yang raised his head from the documents in his arms, "Mr. Zheng didn't come today."

"Not here?" Xu Yuan frowned suspiciously, that workaholic didn't come to the company?This is too strange.

Xu Yuan returned to her seat, took out the mobile phone that Zheng Ting had given him, placed it on the table, and stared at it intently.

"Don't tell me if you don't come to the company, and say you have to stand by 24 hours a day!"

"You don't know that if you don't arrange work for me! I will be very idle!"

"I knew I would have asked for leave too!"

Xu Yuan muttered to the phone alone, Lin Jia moved her head curiously, "Sister Yuanyuan, who are you talking to?"

"No, no."

Xu Yuan straightened up immediately, pressed the phone under her arm in embarrassment, and pretended to start working seriously.

See when he contacts me.

Xu Yuan snorted coldly in her heart while banging on the keyboard.

But when she got off work, Xu Yuan moved her arm and looked, but there was not a single unread message displayed on the phone screen.

"I just want to abide by the 24-hour standby agreement."

Before going to bed, Xu Yuan angrily put her phone next to her pillow, but Zheng Ting still didn't contact him when she woke up the next day, and it was Fang Yang who picked him up to go to work, and the man who went to the company still didn't come to work.

This man is not playing disappearance.

Xu Yuan took out her mobile phone and sent Zheng Ting a text message, "Hello, where are you?"

But when the text message was sent, it was as if nothing had disappeared. Xu Yuan waited for a reply all day long.

By the third day, Xu Yuan had lost her patience and began to reflect on why she had to wait for a man to contact her.

If he doesn't look for himself, wouldn't he be freer?

After figuring it out, Xu Yuan immediately turned over from the bed and got up, wanting to go to the bar to have fun during the weekend, "buzz buzz", but the phone vibrated at this time.

"I have a fever."

Xu Yuan turned on the phone, and a text message from the sender named Zheng Ting popped up immediately.

Xu Yuan curled her lips, thinking that it's none of my business, "buzz buzz", another text message urged, "come to my house quickly."

Why?

Xu Yuan snorted, and was about to throw the phone on the bed, but after reading the man's last text message, she stuffed the phone into her bag again.

Forget it, take care of the donor's body, and plant a sustainable cash cow for yourself.

Resigned to her fate, Xu Yuan bought large and small boxes of fever-reducing medicines and anti-fever stickers. She came to Zheng Ting's villa and rang the doorbell for a long time before she heard someone come to open the door.

"Yu Ze, why are you back again, this time..."

When the door opened, Xu Yuan saw that Zheng Ting was standing behind the door with two big bags under his eyes, wrapped in a blanket, and had a strong nasal voice when he spoke.

"Huh? How could it be you?"

Before Zheng Ting finished speaking, he was slightly taken aback when he saw Xu Yuan standing behind the door.

"How did you come here?"

Zheng Ting quickly threw the blanket on the ground, not to let Xu Yuan see his weakness.

"Didn't you call me here?"

Xu Yuan was surprised by the man's question, so she took out her mobile phone, opened the text message and showed it to the man.

"this is not me……"

Zheng Ting wanted to deny it, but suddenly frowned. Could it be that Yu Ze took advantage of his own mobile phone to send this when he was confused.

Thinking of this, Zheng Ting quickly took out his mobile phone, but saw that Yu Ze had just sent him a text message 5 minutes ago.

"Brother, I'm sorry, there are several new trainee nurses in the hospital today, so I don't have time to take care of you, but I called your assistant for you, and he will definitely take care of you."

A smirk was added to the back of the message.

Zheng Ting reached out and pressed the beating temple.

Yu Ze, you are finished.

"Here, the medicine is delivered to you, I'm leaving."

Standing at the door, Xu Yuan saw that the man didn't seem to welcome her, so she turned around and was about to leave.

"Don't..."

Zheng Ting stretched out his hand to pull Xu Yuan, but his head became dizzy, his legs went limp, and he fell straight forward.

"Ah!" Xu Yuan was stunned for a moment, quickly reacted, and supported Zheng Ting who was pressing on him with all her strength, so as not to be thrown to the ground by Zheng Ting.

"Hey! What's the matter with you?"

Xu Yuan supported the man, and the man's head rested on his shoulder.

"I, I still have a fever..." the man whispered weakly, and the hot air from his exhalation landed on Xu Yuan's ears.

"I, I'll help you in." Xu Yuan's ears turned red, and her tongue was a little knotted when she spoke.

Xu Yuan helped Zheng Ting up to the second floor, but the last time she came, she saw a clean and empty room, and now there were A4 papers scattered all over the floor.

"You, what are you doing at home these days?"

Xu Yuan supported Zheng Ting, stepped over the papers all over the floor, walked to the bed and saw that there were thick piles of documents on the bed, like a desk.

"Work." Zheng Ting replied in a low voice.

Sure enough, he was sick and a workaholic.

Xu Yuan lifted the quilt and threw Zheng Ting heavily on the bed.

"Forehead."

Zheng Ting was so dizzy from the fall that he snorted.

Xu Yuan acted as if she didn't hear, and went downstairs to get medicine and water without looking back.

"Come on, take your medicine."

Xu Yuan brought the medicine and water to Zheng Ting's bedside, but seeing that he was so good at kung fu, the man took the contract by the bedside and looked at it.

"Take medicine!"

Dissatisfied, Xu Yuan snatched the contract from the man's hand, covered Zheng Ting's mouth with her hand, stuffed the medicine in, and poured water into Zheng Ting's mouth with a water glass.

"Do you still want to drink water?"

"Cough, cough, cough." Zheng Ting was so choked that he waved his hand at Xu Yuan, saying no.

"Give me the contract."

The man slowed down and started thinking about work again.

Know the work, but don't know to reply to my message?

When Xu Yuan thought of this, she felt secretly upset and threw away the contract, "No, go to sleep."

"Oh." Hearing what Xu Yuan said, Zheng Ting was honest, and lay down, ready to sleep.

But Xu Yuan hadn't finished expressing her dissatisfaction. She sat beside Zheng Ting's bed and began to mutter, "I don't know how to take medicine when I'm sick..."

"Is work more important than your body..."

Zheng Ting was lying on the bed, the medicine had begun to take effect slowly, and he tried to open his eyes to see Xu Yuan's mouth that kept talking.

"If you don't reply to your message, let others stand by for 24 hours, then you..."

The more Zheng Ting listened, the more he felt that the sound was buzzing in his head as if it had a stereo surround sound effect.

I really want to shut his mouth.

How can I make him stop?

Lying on the bed, Zheng Ting was thinking in a daze, his mind froze, he even propped himself up, waved his hand, held down the back of Xu Yuan's head and pulled it violently in front of him.

"Hmm!" Xu Yuan felt her breath was suffocated, something soft came up to her, and her mind suddenly went blank.

It was only when his brain came to his senses again that he realized that he had been kissed again.

"It's finally quiet now." Zheng Ting said to himself, exhaled, and lay down on the bed again with a "boom".

"You! What the hell are you kissing me again!" Xu Yuan was stunned for a while, her face turned red to the neck, and she reached out her hand to grab the man and ask him for clarification.

When he looked up, he saw Zheng Ting with his eyes closed, breathing steadily, as if he had fallen asleep, and there was still a little sweat on his forehead.

special!

Xu Yuan waved her fist towards the air, and resignedly stretched out her hand to touch Zheng Ting's forehead, then probed her own face, both sides were equally hot.

Forget it, how does this motherfucker know whether the fever has subsided or not.

The author has something to say: Mr. Zheng still listens to his wife sometimes~ hahaha

(Take the corner of the reader's clothes, save it, I can see it next time~)