Mr Gingerbread

Chapter 6

When Lu Ming returned to the company after his vacation, Han Qiaoyu's attitude towards him was the same as before. He didn't pay much attention to him, but within sight, he would always help Lu Ming a little.Even when the secretary was talking to Han Qiaoyu sometimes, he would pass Lu Ming a new ballpoint pen while responding.

Lu Ming, who was unpacking the box to find a new pen: "..."

The female secretary helped her glasses on the bridge of her nose and said, "I'll pass on the message. I'll go out first if Boss Han has nothing to do."

Han Qiaoyu nodded, and the female secretary walked towards the door without looking sideways, and closed the door of the president's office after she went out.

There were too many small things like this, and Lu Ming no longer felt surprised, and continued to work on his own.

When he finished writing the last sentence on the material to be annotated today, pressed the pen and was about to get up and hand it to Han Qiaoyu, he heard someone behind him saying, "It's finished?"

Lu Ming was taken aback. He looked up and saw Han Qiaoyu. He didn't know when the person came. He stood behind him and looked over at the documents in his hand. "Mr. Han?"

Holding a cigarette in one hand, Han Qiaoyu leaned on the back of the chair to look at the same document as him. He was a very handsome man, but his eyes were too aggressive. Even when he half-downed his eyes and stared forward, it would only become sharper, which made people feel uncomfortable. Don't dare to look directly.

Lu Ming pulled a little distance away without any trace, and said, "Mr. Han, these are the materials to be used today, and they have all been written. There are two not-so-detailed annotations. You can take a look again."

Han Qiaoyu stretched out his hand to pick up the materials. His arms were long and he was close. When he did this, he seemed to be holding Lu Ming in his arms. The faint smell of tobacco passed by, and he quickly regained the previous distance. .Han Qiaoyu flipped through the information and said, "Yes, your handwriting is also very beautiful."

Lu Ming turned the ballpoint pen in his hand, bowed his head and smiled without speaking.It was the first time he heard someone praise his handwriting so plainly. When he took the art test, the professor took his handwriting and read it several times, and the praise was more than that. Practicing in vain.

Han Qiaoyu was about to say something when he heard the phone ring. He got up to answer the phone, whispering something to the other party while taking his coat, looking like he was about to go out.

Lu Ming breathed a sigh of relief, and when he finished answering the phone, he said, "Mr. Han, all the materials for today have been processed. If there is nothing else to do in the afternoon, I'll go back first?"

Han Qiaoyu glanced at him and said, "I'll ask someone to bring some more."

Lu Ming was a little puzzled. Although he was not in this industry, he could tell from following Han Qiaoyu that the Crown Prince of the Han family was here to take over the Canadian branch this time, and he came here in a hurry, bringing some people from Russia. With regard to equipment acquisition, the finishing work is almost done now, why is there still information that needs to be translated by him?

Lu Ming thought about it, so he asked. Han Qiaoyu quickly said while taking the coat, "There are still those from previous years, and those from previous years also need to be sorted out."

After he finished speaking, he went out, leaving Lu Ming alone in the office.

After a while, the female secretary came over with a thick stack of documents, without daring to meet Lu Ming's gaze.

Lu Ming: "..."

Lu Ming took a deep breath and asked her, "That's all, right?"

The female secretary Qiqi Ai said: "Yes, Mr. Lu, I am really sorry for your inconvenience."

Lu Ming rolled up the cuffs of his sweater a little, and didn't make things difficult for her: "It's okay, it's also my job."

The ink on these materials is fresh, and it looks like it has just been printed out. Although Lu Ming doesn't know when Han Qiaoyu needs it, the sooner the better, he forgets the time when he is immersed in work. When he is really tired, he rubs his forehead and continues. .He is usually lazy, but he is not really lazy. If that was the case, he would not have practiced calligraphy for more than ten years. What he carries on him is more like a kind of carelessness. Apart from focusing on writing, there is nothing worthy of him. It's like spending more time.

It was rare for Lu Ming to concentrate on the information Han Qiaoyu brought this time. He first went through it, flipped through it, and soon began to look up some uncommon words. No matter how fast he did it, it was dark There is still more than half of it left, and people are extremely sleepy.He looked up at the clock, thinking that he could squint for a while before going back. After all, he has been working overtime with the prince for so many days, and the second sister's house probably didn't prepare his dinner.

Thinking of this, he relaxed, and fell asleep there in a daze.

Lu Ming slept for a while and felt a little cold, but the colder he got, the more he slept. His eyelids were so heavy that he couldn't open them.He felt that he was shaking like being hugged, but he couldn't open his eyes, he only knew that the one holding him was as hot as a stove, and he couldn't help but want to wrap it around him because it was so comfortable.But he was soon separated, and just as he frowned, his body was wrapped in warm and soft clouds, and he fell into the soft bed.The comfortable feeling made him completely defenseless, and he quickly relaxed, but something quickly entangled him again, his lips felt cold, he turned his head to avoid it, and groaned.

The second time I was not so lucky, I was pinched rudely on the face, and then I was stuffed with a small bitter pill, and I pushed the pill into it with my fingertips before I could say anything. Like a pet being force-fed medicine, he closed his eyes and swallowed the water again this time, but the finger didn't seem to leave, and he rubbed it for a while.

The medicine took effect quickly, and Lu Ming fell into a heavy sleep.

When he woke up again, Lu Ming felt a bitter taste in his mouth first, and then opened his eyes to see darkness. It took him a long time to recognize where it was——The lounge in Han Qiaoyu's office has excellent shading effect. It's so black that you can't see your fingers.Lu Ming had a terrible headache, and while rubbing his forehead, he groped to find the small alarm clock next to the bed. He had seen it when he changed his clothes last time, and he still had a little impression.

I touched the alarm clock, picked it up and pressed it, the soft light on it showed the time, it was just past six o'clock.

Lu Ming walked out slowly. It was very quiet outside. He thought he was the only one in the office, but when he turned around, he saw Han Qiaoyu.The prince was sleeping on the sofa, wrapped in a blanket, frowning, showing an irresistible arrogance even when he was asleep, his slightly short bangs were slightly shiny, and the sunlight evenly outlined the edges and corners of his side face Clear outline, looks extremely handsome.

It's just that the frowning expression was slightly fierce, which reminded Lu Ming of the time when he beat someone in the Jiu-Jitsu gym without changing his face, and now this person is curled up on the sofa and can't let go of his hands and feet, like a big violent bear.

Lu Ming walked lightly to pour a glass of water. The movement was very light, but the person on the sofa still woke up with a "huh".He also froze when he saw Lu Ming, but quickly reached out his hand to block the sight of the sun, and said in a hoarse voice with some discomfort: "What time is it?"

While drinking water, Lu Ming said, "It's not until seven o'clock, it's still early."

Han Qiaoyu sat up, the shirt on his body was already wrinkled, and he didn't care about it, he frowned and looked at Lu Ming and said, "You had a little fever yesterday, and your forehead was very hot."

"Ah, that's okay." Lu Ming also poured him a glass of water, handed it over and said, "It's easy for me to read for a long time, and I'll be fine if I rest for a night. You carried me in yesterday?"

Han Qiaoyu nodded, drank the water in the glass and was still looking at him: "I wanted to take you to the hospital, but you were afraid of the cold, so hugged... hugged the quilt." He paused and said again , "I gave you a pill."

Lu Ming flicked the tip of his tongue, clicked his tongue as if reminiscing the bitter taste just now, and said, "No wonder I woke up shivering bitterly in the morning. How did you feed me? Did you not give me water?"

Han Qiaoyu laughed, and when Lu Ming looked over suspiciously, he looked away a little and said, "Yes, you just take a couple of sips, and if you refuse to drink, it's all spilled on your neckline." He pointed Pointing to the coffee spoon next to it, "It's just two small bites, and I won't swallow any more."