Gong Shao pursues his wife, please keep a low profile

Chapter 682 Looks Like Being Manipulated

The black eyes opened suddenly, and Gong Chenyan gasped for breath while holding his chest.

An Luo...

An Luo!

Enduring the pain, he gritted his teeth and stood up from his seat, walking staggeringly towards the door.

Seeing this, Gong Que quickly walked out of the shadows and asked worriedly, "Your Excellency, where are you going?"

It’s not good to take painkillers all the time. The doctor said that you can’t rely on the medicine, so you can only take it once a day at most.

But sometimes it happened, but more than once a day, Gong Que felt uncomfortable seeing the master in pain and dripping cold sweat.

Gong Chenyan pushed him away, walked quickly but unsteadily, got into the black car with bumps and bumps, and then said to Gong Que who came after him, "Go to the hospital."

He thought the master was going to see a doctor, but after getting to the hospital, he actually walked towards the woman who didn't know the details.

Gong Que was in a hurry, but he couldn't stop anything.

The door of the VIP ward was suddenly opened, and An Luo was sitting on the bed in a daze, bored, when he saw the person he was thinking about day and night.

Thinking that her eyes were dazzled, she rubbed them vigorously, and then jumped out of bed in surprise.

"You, you came to see me? I thought you lied to me last time."

Looking at the surprise look in the woman's eyes, Gong Chenyan found that she was comforted.

The heart that seemed to be dug out by a knife no longer hurts unbearably. He exhaled and replied: "Well, I am the president, so I will naturally keep my promise."

A smile appeared on her face: "Well! But... why is your forehead covered with sweat? Is it hot outside?"

As she spoke, she couldn't help standing on her tiptoes and gently wiping his sweat with her hands.

Gong Chenyan suddenly grabbed her wrist, his expression became very depressed, and then pushed her away: "I'm fine."

She took two steps back before standing still, and she frowned: "Oh."

The air in the room suddenly seemed to be still, and the two of them didn't speak any more. After a long time, Gong Chenyan cleared his throat and asked, "Are you still unable to remember anything?"

"Well, I can't remember."

Nodding her head, she found that there was nothing to talk about, after all, the woman in front of her was not only a stranger, but also had no memory.

When he had a heart attack just now, as if he had been manipulated, he just wanted to look at these eyes, completely uncontrollable.

Now it doesn't hurt, and I calm down.

"Then go ahead and rest, I still have things to do."

So, did he really just come here to greet him?
Thinking of this, An Luo smiled, and suddenly grabbed his wrist: "When will you come to see me again?"

The man looked down at her hand, his expression was a little dazed, but he quickly reacted and broke free from her.

"if you have time."

Seeing that he still had those words, An Luo pouted in disappointment as he watched him open the door and go out.

After people left, she continued to sit on the bed bored.

She thought to herself, when will she be discharged from the hospital, she can't wait to work in that presidential palace.

After about half a month, Han Che finally assigned her to the back kitchen.

From now on, An Luo will be in charge of the president's diet and deliver meals to him every day.

Facing the job of supporting herself, she is very attentive.

Over the years, since the birth of his daughter, An Luo has had more opportunities to cook, and has become better at cooking.

But there is still a big gap with the chef, after all, the talent is there.

When she took the finished meal out of the kitchen, her heart was beating fast and she was very nervous.

"I hope he will like to eat..."

(End of this chapter)