special assistant

Chapter 3

It started to rain in the middle of the night and was still pattering in the morning.

Once the weather is bad, the time when the young president will show up at the company is uncertain. It was not until around noon, when the sky gradually cleared up, that his car slowly drove into the underground parking garage of Huo's Enterprise Building.

Huo Yihang walked out of the elevator with a slightly sleepy face, as if he hadn't slept well, walked to Zhuo Ran's desk, and he ordered: "Give me a cup of coffee."

After a while, Zhuo Ran brought the coffee into the office, while Huo Yihang was rubbing his temples in pain.

"Your coffee."

The coffee was pushed in front of him, Huo Yihang looked up, looking at Zhuo Ran's handsome face as usual, a little depressed.

After leaving Zhuo Ran's house last night, he called a friend to pick him up, and then stopped by the bar for a drink. He didn't go home until almost dawn. He planned to have a good sleep, but the sound of the rain made him sleepless , In the end, he didn't have enough rest at all. He thought he would see Zhuo Ran, who was suffering from the same disease, but he didn't expect this man to still have facial paralysis as usual.

Does Zhuo Ran not care at all?

Huo Yihang couldn't concentrate on other people's affairs now, so he took a sip of coffee, leaned back, and leaned on the office chair with a sad face.

"Is there a meeting today?" he asked with his eyes closed.

"No." Even the formulaic tone was the same as usual.

Huo Yihang couldn't help thinking, should this man be called an iceberg or a log?After discovering such a big secret last night, it is really incomprehensible to be able to work as if nothing had happened today.

"Is the document that I need to check the purpose here?"

"There are two more copies, and the department manager will send them over later."

"Okay, you can go out now."

Zhuo Ran bowed his body, and when he walked to the door, he seemed to think of something and turned back.

"Is there anything else?" Huo Yihang was about to cheer up and read the documents.

"Thank you." Zhuo Ran thanked him solemnly.

Huo Yihang thought he was referring to something in the hospital, and said, "You've already invited me to dinner, so why should I thank you?"

"No, I thank you for reminding me."

Huo Yihang was so stunned that he didn't know how to react.

"Sorry to take up your time, I'll go out right away." Having finished what he wanted to say, Zhuo Ran turned and left.

"Wait, Zhuo Ran." Huo Yihang, who came back to his senses, quickly stopped him, waved, and said, "Come here and sit down."

Zhuo Ran pushed his glasses and asked, "Do you have any orders?"

"I..." Huo Yihang thought that Zhuo Ran's serious personality would not discuss private matters with him at work, so he said, "I just want to ask you, can we go to the hospital to see Uncle Li after get off work?"

"Are you going too?"

If it wasn't for the illusion caused by the headache, Huo Yihang believed that he should have seen the embarrassed expression on Zhuoran's face.

"Yes, I made an appointment with Uncle Li yesterday to see him today." Huo Yihang smiled slightly.

Zhuo Ran wondered when he made an agreement with Uncle Li, but thought that the private topic should stop here, so he didn't say anything, Quan Dang defaulted to Huo Yihang's companion.

Huo Yihang, who was suffering from a splitting headache, managed to get off work with great difficulty. Although he himself drove here today, he still sat in Zhuo Ran's car as a matter of course - anyway, Zhuo Ran's car was equipped by the company, so it could be regarded as his car.

"I think you don't feel well, so don't go to the hospital with me." Zhuo Ran suggested sincerely.

To be honest, Huo Yihang didn't really want to go to the hospital, he just wanted to get more chances to be alone with Zhuo Ran, so that he could break through Zhuo Ran's defenses in one fell swoop, and Zhuo Ran just found out that he liked his dead high school classmate, this time is the right time He took advantage of the void, and he couldn't bear to waste a great opportunity.

So, he pretended to "keep what he says" and said bravely, "It's okay, I promised Uncle Li to see him, and I must do it."

Zhuo Ran said nothing more.

When they arrived at the ward, Aunt Li was feeding Uncle Li, the two of them were talking and laughing, it seemed that they came at the wrong time.

Aunt Li quickly put the lunch box to Uncle Li and said, "Eat by yourself." Then she gave up her chair and said to Zhuo Ran and the others, "Come here, sit here."

Zhuo Ran wanted to give up the seat to Huo Yihang, but Huo Yihang refused, the two gave way back and forth, and finally Aunt Li pulled another chair, and they stopped giving up.

Aunt Li was sitting next to Uncle Li by the bed, probably because Uncle Li was in good spirits, and she also had a relaxed expression on her face.

After chatting for a while, Aunt Li took out an apple for them to eat. When she handed it to Huo Yihang, she couldn't help but let out a "huh" and asked with concern: "Mr. Huo, why don't you look so good?"

"It's okay, I just didn't sleep well last night." Huo Yihang smiled.

Aunt Li stretched out her hand, touched his forehead, and said, "No, you have a fever."

"Fever?" Huo Yihang touched his forehead and said disapprovingly, "No." At most, he just had a headache, but he really didn't know if he had a fever or not. Usually he would call the doctor directly when he felt unwell, so He has no experience with heat detection.

Seeing this, Zhuo Ran also stretched out his hand to touch his forehead, and said, "It's kind of burning."

Zhuo Ran's palm brought a burst of coolness, Huo Yihang couldn't help but stretch out his hand to press the back of Zhuo Ran's hand, and said without changing expression: "It turns out I have a fever, no wonder I have a severe headache."

"Then go home and rest."

A beautiful face is popular, Huo Yihang's appearance made Aunt Li and Uncle Li feel distressed when seeing him, and kept urging Zhuo Ran to send him home.

Zhuo Ran stood up, retracted his hand just in time, and asked Huo Yihang, "It's just in the hospital, why don't you take a look?"

"No need, I will forget to take the medicine prescribed by the doctor." Huo Yihang shook his head, showing a little embarrassment and said to Aunt Li and Uncle Li: "It happens sometimes when you live alone."

"Mr. Huo lives alone?"

"Yeah, I'm currently living in an apartment I bought separately."

"But when you are sick, you need someone to take care of you." Aunt Li turned to Zhuo Ran and said, "Xiao Zhuo, why don't you take care of Mr. Huo?"

Huo Yihang hurriedly said, "Don't bother Zhuo Ran, he should have his own private life after get off work, so he can't still hang around me, the boss."

"You can't say that, Mr. Huo, you are so nice, you must be a good boss, right, Xiao Zhuo?"

Apart from nodding, Zhuo Ran couldn't think of any other answer.

"Aunt Li, don't worry, I will accompany..." After a pause, he said, "I will accompany Yihang home." Since it was not for official business, it seemed inappropriate to use the title at work, so he had no choice but to directly call the name.

Huo Yihang stood up, put his shoulder on his shoulder and asked, "Do you really want to accompany me back?"

"Or I can take you back to the mansion." Zhuo Ran was referring to the place where Huo Yihang's father lived.

"I don't want it." Huo Yihang quickly refused.

joke!If his father found out that he didn't take care of his health when he lived alone outside, he might order him to move back to the big house immediately.

After bidding farewell to the Li family couple, Zhuo Ran asked if he wanted to see a doctor. Huo Yihang felt that he was not seriously ill and seeing a doctor would be a waste of time, so he said that he had a proprietary medicine at home, and he would just take a few pills when he went home.

"Do you have rice at home?" Zhuo Ran suddenly asked on the way.

"No." Huo Yihang's kitchen is just a decoration.

So, Zhuo Ran bought some rice and took it to Huo Yi Hang's house when passing by the supermarket.

After swallowing two antipyretics, Huo Yihang came to the kitchen, and the smell of porridge came to his face.

"Wait a little longer, it will be ready soon." Zhuo Ran turned to him when he heard the sound.

Huo Yihang smiled, and his interested eyes fell on Zhuo Ran without hesitation. The appearance of Zhuo Ran wearing a white shirt with the cuffs rolled up was unexpectedly sexy in his eyes.

Seeing that it was almost done, Zhuo Ran turned off the fire, took the pot off the stove, took out the spoon and bowl, put the porridge on the tray, and put some dried pickles on a small plate and put it on it. When he walked out of the kitchen, Huo Yihang Spontaneously followed him to the table.

Zhuo Ran pulled out a chair, and Huo Yihang sat down, and watched Zhuo Ran put the food on the tray in front of him one by one. "It may be lighter, don't be unaccustomed to it." Zhuo Ran also thoughtfully helped him mix the porridge.

"And you?"

"What?" Zhuo Ran asked while putting down his sleeves.

"Aren't you going to eat together?" Huo Yihang blinked.

"No need."

Zhuo Ran walked to the living room, picked up his coat and hung it on his arm, turned around and saw Huo Yihang coming, and said politely: "You don't need to see me off, just take a good rest overnight after eating porridge, and you will be fine tomorrow."

He walked to the porch, bowed his head and put on his shoes.

Suddenly, a figure overlapped his shadow, and then, an arm crossed his right shoulder, and the door that had just been opened shut again with a click.

Zhuo Ran could clearly feel the slightly burning breath slowly spraying from the back of his neck.

"Zuo Ran, I want you to stay with me."

Putting his left hand into his trouser pocket casually, Huo Yihang whispered softly to the man trapped in his chest, his deep voice seemed to be an unintentional temptation.

Zhuo Ran turned his face uncomfortably, and Huo Yihang's somewhat hot lips pressed against his soft earlobes.

"Please don't do this." He calmly refused.

Huo Yihang laughed lowly, and said, "Why don't you do this? You should be very clear about what it means to be delivered automatically."

"I'm just here to take care of you. I've done everything I need to do. Now I want to go home." Zhuo Ran's brows furrowed.

"What if I don't let it go? Anyway, you are sending sheep to the tiger's mouth, so you have no choice but to escape." Huo Yihang couldn't believe that Zhuo Ran hadn't considered this issue before coming to his house. Since he dared to come, he had no reason not to eat.

Of course, sometimes it is also a kind of taste to welcome or refuse.

Turning Zhuo Ran over, taking off his glasses, Huo Yihang leaned over and kissed his astonished lips.

Being kissed by the same man in a short period of time, Zhuo Ran couldn't believe that this would happen to him again and again, and the person who forced him was actually his boss. If it is investigated, this can be regarded as sexual harassment in the workplace.

Accidentally struggling with the hands held by the other party, Zhuo Ran just wanted to get rid of this embarrassing situation as soon as possible, but he unexpectedly discovered that the handsome man had a huge strength that he couldn't resist, and he was forced to retreat steadily, until the end He was almost pressed against the door, his movements were completely restricted, and the man's body exuding high temperature was pressed against it airtightly.

The fiery spirit tongue twitched in his mouth, with courage, domineering, and even anti-client-oriented deprivation of Zhuo Ran's unwillingness to cooperate, forcing Zhuo Ran to accept his entanglement, Zhuo Ran couldn't bear it, and finally closed his teeth and bit down.

Huo Yihang was in pain and had to let go.

"You actually..."

The rusty taste in his mouth reminded him that the tip of his tongue was bitten, and he frowned in pain as soon as he spoke.

"I said no, but you didn't listen." Zhuo Ran wasn't sympathetic at all.

"Zuo Ran, you have to figure it out, I can fire you at any time!"

Huo Yihang became angry, and his pretty face became gloomy.

"Then please fire me."

Zhuo Ran wanted to leave, but was suddenly pulled by Huo Yihang and fell on the door.

Huo Yihang approached his face, gritted his teeth and said, "Don't be too ignorant!"

"Mr. Huo, if you don't let me go, I have the right to fight back." Zhuo Ran looked back at Huo Yihang fearlessly.

"Counterattack? You can try." With a sneer, Huo Yihang suddenly grabbed Zhuo Ran's wrist forcefully, brought him to the living room, and pushed him down on the sofa.

Zhuo Ran clenched his fists, ready to strike at the right time, but Huo Yihang did not take any further action.

"Sit down and stay still." Huo Yihang warned in a threatening tone.

After a while, he sat beside Zhuo Ran, with a bowl of hot porridge in his hands.

Just when Zhuo Ran was puzzled, he said: "I have a headache now, don't mess with me, I'll tell you after the porridge."

Immediately, Zhuo Ran was overwhelmed by a sense of powerlessness that made him laugh and cry.

Ten minutes later, Huo Yihang put down the bowl and glanced at Zhuo Ran at the same time, it seemed that his mood had returned to a good state after feeding his stomach.

"Zuo Ran, tell me frankly, why do you reject me thousands of miles away?"

Zhuo Ran habitually wanted to help his glasses, but remembered that his glasses were in the hallway, so he had to give up.Sitting up straight, he hoped that this conversation with Huo Yihang could be settled once and for all.

"Because I don't want to have anything to do with you outside of work."

"Why? Just because you are my secretary, I can't pursue you?" Huo Yihang raised his pretty eyebrows disapprovingly.

"I'm still a man." Zhuo Ran added.

Huo Yihang sneered and said, "It's not that I haven't dated men before, didn't you see it on the first day you came to work?"

Speaking of that time, Zhuo Ran was a little embarrassed, because he didn't expect that the same-sex person Huo Yihang brought to the company could be not only a friend, but also a lover, so when he knocked on the door and went in, he saw the other party sitting on Huo Yihang's lap asking for a kiss That was the first time he knew that there could be another kind of intimacy between two men.

"Since you have so many objects to choose from, why hold on to me?" Zhuo Ran was puzzled. In terms of appearance, he thought he was inferior to the many people surrounding Huo Yihang. Those people were either celebrities or models. And he is just a boring ordinary secretary, is it worth Huo Yihang wasting time on him?

"Because you are special enough that I can't take my eyes off you." Huo Yihang was not lying, the man in front of him really made him eager to try.

"Your words should be spoken to the right people." Sweet words don't work on Zhuo Ran.

"I think you are very suitable. You see that you are a good hand at work and help me solve my problems. Wouldn't it be very happy if you can become my person in private?" Fiddled with Zhuo Ran's short hair with his fingers.

"Sorry." Zhuo Ran turned sideways and said to him seriously: "I hope we can distinguish between public and private, and in the future, don't say that after get off work, we are friends. You are the boss and I am the subordinate, that's all."

Huo Yihang put away his grinning attitude and said, "You still can't let go of that high school classmate, right?"

Zhuo Ran's palm tightened - if possible, he would rather never know his feelings than wait until now and regret it before it's too late...

"It's not his problem."

"Then tell me, after him, have you ever liked anyone else?"

like?Zhuo Ran wanted to smile bitterly. He actually didn’t know what kind of feeling liking was. Ever since Li Yuanming passed away, he had been living in the guilt of killing his friend. He thought it was the heavy burden that made him feel calm, but he didn’t expect that it was himself. With Li Yuanming's death, his feelings were blocked, and he finally understood why his heart would throb with emptiness when he looked at the photo of the two of them.

If the indescribable joy and ease when being with Li Yuanming is the so-called "like", then there is no second one in his life.

"Zhuo Ran, I am willing to help you get out of the shadow of the past." Huo Yihang perseveringly approached the man who fell into silence but still raised his guard.

Zhuo Ran was a little dazed, looking at Huo Yihang's sincere and handsome face, he heard him coaxing himself with a gentle voice: "Go out with me."