Mr. Xie, he loves me every day

Chapter 20
Song Yuening stood there blankly, weakly rubbing the spot where her shoulder and neck were hit.

"What did I do wrong?"

Her question received no reply. The two colleagues just walked away from her side by side with indifferent expressions, leaving Song Yuening standing there holding a lunch box.

When Song Yuening heated up the meal and returned to her seat, she pursed her lips as she looked at her colleagues who had finished their meal and were lying down for the afternoon break.

In the end, nothing was said.

She was a little frustrated, but after all, they were just colleagues who had known each other for a week.

It's an unspoken rule for adult relationships. Such behavior means refusing to continue the relationship. Why should she ask for trouble again?
With a silent sigh, Song Yuening opened the lid of the light blue lunch box, revealing the fragrant food inside.

The staple food is rice that is crystal clear and exudes fragrance. The side dishes are shrimp braised cabbage and tea tree mushroom chicken soup that Song Yuening made according to the nutrition recipe for pregnant women.

Song Yuening had just picked up her chopsticks to eat when someone suddenly threw a thick pile of documents on the table.

Zhou Xiaoyi stood condescendingly in front of Song Yuening's desk, pointing at the documents on the table.

"This is the meeting material that will be used this afternoon. Other colleagues are too busy to take time to sort it out. Only Assistant Song, you are relatively free. You don't mind sharing the work with us, right?"

Song Yuening looked at those malicious eyes, her hand holding the chopsticks moved slightly, and she felt reassured.

It seems that her leisure time has made other colleagues dissatisfied.

No wonder it was targeted at her.

"Okay, when do you want the information?"

Song Yuening put away the food and put it aside, patiently gathering the scattered documents.

Seeing that she had no intention of getting angry, Zhou Xiaoyi gritted his teeth secretly.

Why are you pretending to be good-tempered?

"It's going to be at two o'clock in the afternoon. Please help Assistant Song work overtime. We will all thank you."

After Zhou Xiaoyi finished speaking perfunctorily, she left, leaving Song Yuening behind and frowning at the electronic clock.

two o'clock.

It was now twelve fifty, and she had an hour and ten minutes to sort out the document.

It sounds like a lot of time, but looking at the thickness of this document, you can tell that this is definitely an urgent job.

"It seems there is no time to eat."

Song Yuening only hesitated for a few seconds before making a decision.

She had breakfast relatively late, so it shouldn't be a problem if she had lunch a little later, right?

As long as she completes this job, maybe her colleagues will stop speaking harshly to her.

Rather than a difficult working environment, she wanted the atmosphere when she first joined the company.

The light blue lunch box was neatly put away by Song Yuening and put aside. She opened the files and carefully sorted them out on the computer.

Zhou Xiaoyi was leaning on the desk, watching her typing seriously, and quickly looked away with a look of disdain.

……

The door of the conference room opened.

A tall man with a cool temperament walked at the front.

Wearing a high-end black suit, he has a tall and straight figure, and his every move exudes a cool and dignified air.

"This year's annual forecast has not been released yet. I hope that Xie's performance target this year can increase by [-] percentage points compared with last year."

Xie Mingyuan stated the latest goal expressionlessly, with a nonchalant tone in his deep magnetic voice.

"I hope you won't disappoint me."

At the corner of the corridor, Xie Mingyuan raised his eyes and saw Song Yuening slowly coming out of the bathroom while holding on to the wall.

Xie Mingyuan was stunned for a moment when he saw her appearance. Before he could react, he saw the pale woman in front of him leaning against the wall and slowly falling down.

"Song Yuening!" The dizziness caused by hypoglycemia made Song Yuening almost unable to see the road in front of her.

She only had time to hug her belly a second before she fainted.

When she lost consciousness, she vaguely heard a male voice calling in panic.

Who is calling her?
Xie Mingyuan's warm hands pressed on Song Yuening's back. Almost at the moment Song Yuening was about to fall, he bent down and picked her up.

The supervisor stared blankly at Mr. Xie and the newly promoted assistant in his department in front of him. His lips trembled for a long time before he managed to squeeze out a sentence.

"Thank you, Mr. Xie, what's wrong with Assistant Song? What's going on?!"

God, no wonder Mr. Xie personally ordered him to take more care of Song Yuening. The two of them have such a close relationship?

If something happens to Song Yuening now, Mr. Xie won't blame him, right? !
Xie Mingyuan lowered his head and looked at Song Yuening in his arms. The latter's lips were white and he was frowning even in a coma, looking very uneasy.

The side of her face rested on his chest, like an extremely fragile porcelain doll.

Xie Mingyuan tightened his arms around her waist, lifted her up a little, and immediately walked towards the elevator.

"Cancel the afternoon meeting."

Tang Wanran happened to hear Xie Mingyuan's words when he hurried over, and his eyes involuntarily fell on Song Yuening in his arms.

Looking at Song Yuening clinging to Xie Mingyuan's chest, Tang Wanran's jaw tightened, and strong jealousy boiled in his dark pupils.

Princess hug?
Xie Mingyuan actually had such a considerate day!
Private VIP room.

The light-colored carpets and lush green vegetation in the corners dilute the coldness of the hospital.

On the hospital bed, Song Yuening closed her eyes tightly, leaning her head on the pillow and falling asleep.

Her face was pale and without a trace of blood, and her thin eyebrows were furrowed, as if she was extremely uncomfortable.

After an unknown amount of time, Song Yuening's eyes moved slightly, then her eyelids trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.

"Um……"

The feeling of dizziness was not pleasant. Song Yuening only felt that her whole body was weak, her hands and feet were limp, and she was also a little nauseous.

"woke up?"

Suddenly, a man's deep magnetic voice sounded in his ears.

Song Yuening looked sideways at the source of the sound in confusion.

Beside the hospital bed, Xie Mingyuan was peeling an apple with his head down.

His suit jacket was casually taken off on the sofa by the door, revealing the black shirt underneath.

The cuffs were rolled up in two to reveal the smooth muscular forearms. The slender fingers were holding a sharp fruit knife, peeling off the apple bit by bit.

"Mr. Xie?"

Song Yuening's mind was still a little dazed, and she didn't react for a while. She just looked at Xie Mingyuan's side face in a daze for a moment.

She remembered that when she was sick in the past, Lu Sheng would always make time to spend time with him no matter how busy he was.

At that time, Lu Sheng, like Xie Mingyuan, was sitting quietly by her bed, quietly waiting for her to wake up.

At that time, she always liked to have a bad temper when she was sick. Lu Sheng was like coaxing a child, gently stroking her back and coaxing her with the most gentle voice.

It felt like Lu Sheng had given her all his patience and love.

But now he's gone.

The two have long been separated by yin and yang.

The change in Song Yuening's eyes was too obvious.

Xie Mingyuan looked up at the nostalgia and sadness in her eyes, suddenly put the fruit knife on the table, and handed her the peeled apple in his hand.

(End of this chapter)