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Chapter 813 In his early forties, no younger than Xiao Xiao

The three of the Bo family withdrew.

The little creamer was still howling, lying there twitching and pretending to be dead.

After seeing off the three elders, Bo Xichen couldn't help laughing when he saw her like this when he came back.

Holding his forehead, he smiled softly: "The elders are gone, so they can't see even if they pretend like this."

Gu Anxi was still lying there coquettishly, refusing to get up.

Uncle Bo shook his head helplessly, went to pick her up with one hand, brushed her hair back to see——

There were tears in his eyes, and his tender little face was red and white, and he looked very pitiful.

His heart softened a little, and he gently pinched her little cheek: "Will you still do this kind of thing in the future?"

She groaned and put her arms around his neck.

Neither speak.

That little figure, obedient and obedient, looks like he is obedient, how can he still be angry?

Even if the little creamer passed this level...

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She's been here, but it's not easy for Old Brother Wang.

Tonight, for Old Brother Wang, it was...a day that was most memorable in his life.

Back at the villa, although it was late, I didn't feel sleepy.

Wang Jingyao sat on the sofa and smoked. One hand was injured and he didn't care about the pain. He smoked one after another.

The secretary-general didn't leave, and persuaded him in a soft voice: "Your hand was hurt, Director Hao told you not to drink or smoke today, why don't you love yourself?"

Wang Jingyao raised his eyes, pinched out the cigarette, and let out a long breath: "Lin Hua and that Feng, are they really married?"

The secretary-general sighed in his heart: Everyone has already made an official announcement. Are you going to make it?

But he still coaxed his boss in a soft voice: "Miss Lin is not young anymore, she always plans for her own future, and she is not unmarried... She has been waiting for a response, so she inevitably retreats." Second."

These words gave the boss a lot of face.

The old brother's mood improved, and he cheered up again, "You're right."

The secretary-general smiled, "In terms of talent and tolerance, who can compare to you in Beicheng?"

These words were taken too far, so Old Brother Wang glanced at him: "This is not honest."

As expected of the person who has been around him for many years, the Secretary-General is the one who speaks to his heart the most: "It's extremely cold at the top, and at the same time lonely. Just because you enjoy the poignant beauty of this loneliness, it doesn't mean that others understand your thoughts."

The painful words really resonated with the old brother, he smiled very generously, and then said: "" "Jing Chuan, you little clever ghost."

The secretary-general smiled and accompanied him, lowering his sense of presence.

The old brother leaned back, resisting the urge to smoke again, and put his hands on the back of the sofa, "Jing Chuan, tell me about this, did the little bastard know it in advance?"

The secretary-general smiled wryly in his heart, you really feel for this master.

Does Mr. Gu know about what happened tonight? Does it matter?it doesn't matter at all

He said cautiously, for fear of making his boss unhappy again.

Wang Jingyao leaned on her, and closed her eyes slightly: "Forget it, what can I do if I'm so angry, it's not that no one loves me."

After finishing speaking, he reached for a mint candy, peeled it off and put it in his mouth with some discomfort.

The Secretary-General was almost done, so he left.

Old brother Wang was bored by himself, and after thinking about it for a while, he became angry again. He forgot what the doctor said and ordered a bottle of wine, and drank half of the bottle himself.

Drink this half bottle of wine, good guy, my brother will be sick the next day.

He was very sick, with a high fever approaching [-] degrees. He was discovered by his servants early in the morning, and Wang Jingchuan was hurriedly notified.

Over there, Wang Jingchuan felt that he had just had a fight with the quilt, and when he received the call, he lifted the quilt and got up immediately, and said to his wife while getting dressed, "I'll go to Mr. Wang's place, I may not be able to come back tonight."

The wife complained somewhat, and complained: "Mr. Wang is Mr. Wang again. You are the Secretary-General, and you will be assigned to him in this life. Look, how long has it been since you asked about your child's study? Yesterday was our wedding anniversary. You came back so late."

Wang Jingchuan turned his head and smiled: "Isn't he in his position, he's looking for something!"

Although the wife complained, she was still soft-hearted, and came over to adjust his clothes, and finally looked at him again: "I have been married to your family for so many years, it is better that you spend more time with him."

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

The wife glanced at him again, and said displeasedly: "Although you follow him in a majestic way, and usually don't dare to offend you, big or small, but after a few years he retreated, and you have no way out."

In short, I still feel sorry for my husband and start from scratch.

Wang Jingchuan's voice softened, but it was a little hoarse: "Mr. Wang has been nice to me these years. Look at the house we live in, how many people in Beicheng can compare with us."

The wife smiled, didn't say anything else, and kindly prepared some food for him to eat in the car. Although he is a secretary-general in this line of work, he is mostly a waiter, and he is a good waiter. Often find no time to eat.

Wang Jingchuan accepted his wife's favor and ate breakfast in the car. The doctor he contacted when he rushed to the villa also came, and the two happened to go upstairs together.

When Wang Jingchuan saw those bottles downstairs, he frowned and said to the doctor, "It must have been drunk, and the injury on his hand hasn't healed yet, so he doesn't cherish himself like this."

The doctor also had a headache: "Mr. Wang still didn't listen to what he said yesterday."

Wang Jingchuan was helpless: "He is rarely so willful. Director Hao, please worry."

The person who came was Director Hao from Yunxi Hospital. Seeing Secretary-General Wang being so polite at this time, he couldn't take it anymore, and said repeatedly: "I don't dare to take care of it. I just hope that Mr. Wang will pay more attention to maintenance."

He leaned over and said in a low voice, "It's around forty, not younger than Xiao."

The Secretary-General naturally nodded and said yes, the two of them went to the bedroom while talking, the door opened, besides Wang Jingyao who was lying on the bed, there were two other servants who were at a loss, they were secretly relieved to see them coming.

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

He rubbed his hands: "Let's get a fever-reducing injection first, if not, we have to go to the hospital."

Wang Jingyao was a little dizzy from the fever, and leaned against the head of the bed sickly. Hearing Director Hao say this, he waved his hands indifferently: "Just hang up the drip at home, and you don't have to go to the hospital. There is still a meeting to be held in the afternoon. .”

The secretary-general was very anxious at the side: "You are so sick, you still think about work, and you need to take good care of your body." '

Director Hao also smiled: "Yes, maintaining your health is the most important thing."

As he spoke, he pushed a fever-reducing needle.

Then wait and see if the temperature can go down...

While waiting, the Secretary-General personally went to the kitchen to cook millet porridge, and served it himself, serving him more attentively than his own parents.

Just when he was serving the millet porridge, he found the old gentleman and old lady coming over. Wang Jingchuan was stunned for a moment, knowing that he didn't know, and said with a smile, "The old gentleman and old lady got up really early."

The old gentleman was sitting on the sofa, and the old lady was sitting on the edge of the bed, feeling the temperature with her hands on her son's forehead. When she saw Wang Jingchuan coming over, she groaned angrily, and said to her son, "Jingyao, how old are you? You can’t take care of yourself well, and you let your secretary-general leave the bed early in the morning to serve you. He is a decent post anyway, and you make him look like an old lady.”

(End of this chapter)