Hey, I'm Leaving Again

Song ran lies in Mo Qianxing's arms. Her hair sticks together because of sweating, and her small face burns red. Mo Qianxing confirmed with the doctor that song ran had a normal fever. He was still a little worried.

"Young master, Miss Song's medicine is ready," the knock on the door sounded with mother Wang's voice.

Mo Qianxing tries to break song Ran's hand, but song ran grabs it more tightly. Helpless, I can only ask Wang Ma to come in.

Wang Ma opened the door and saw Mo Qianxing and song ran lying so close together. She seemed to have expected that. There was no change in her look. She put the medicine on the bedside table and hurried out of the room.

Mo Qianxing takes the medicine and gently sends it to song Ran's mouth. He takes a hard bite, but song ran spits it out again. Mo Qianxing takes a big bite from the bowl, lowers his head, pries song Ran's lips open with his mouth, and slowly sends the medicine to song Ran's mouth. Song Ran is blocked and can only swallow it reluctantly.

After feeding the medicine, song ran soon got rid of her fever and fell asleep. Mo Qianxing got out of bed.

At midnight, song ran burned again.

Mo Qian cursed low, his eyes lit up, suddenly thought of something, and began to untie the buttons on his coat.

Suddenly, song ran felt a pang of pain and woke up completely.

She tried to push away Mo Qianxing and struggled hard, but her limbs were weak. Mo Qianxing clamped song Ran's hands with a little force.

When she was ill, song ran scolded Mo Qian ten thousand times, but she couldn't spit a word out of her mouth.

They were sweating.

Mo Qian feels song Ran's forehead, and the fever subsides. Regardless of his anger at Mo Qian's punishment, song ran soon fell asleep tired.

A week later, song ran can finally stop eating liquid food, and her right face is not very swollen.

In about a week, the diet was too light. Song ran felt greedy and suddenly wanted to eat the braised meat made by her mother.

Song ran looks at the kitchen and doesn't have the ingredients for braised meat, so she takes 11 out to buy the ingredients.

Just out of the door, I met a beggar with crutches and sunglasses.

Song ran wondered how the man came into the rich area to beg. But when she saw him shaking the broken bowl in her hand, she couldn't help being soft hearted. She took out the only cash from her bag and threw it into his bowl.

After buying the ingredients with Wang Ma and 11, song ran starts to work in the kitchen. He cuts the meat into blocks of uniform size and prepares the spices. Song Ran's face is a little happy.

The Song family used to have a chef who was proficient in both Chinese and Western food. Although she liked cooking, she learned a lot from this chef. Therefore, her cooking is actually quite good.

The meat was stewing in the stove. Song ran stood beside the stove with a spoon and focused his eyes.

Mo Qianxing came in and saw this picture. He couldn't help but be a little stunned. Although he had tasted the dishes made by song ran, he had never seen her cooking.

At this moment, standing in the living room and watching song ran waving a spoon, Mo Qianxing felt that he was not the top group president, but a husband who came home from work and waited for his wife to bring the food to the table.

Eleven saw Mo Qianxing come in and wag his tail pleasantly. Originally, it was just that thing. Mo Qianxing held eleven and was ready to have dinner before leaving.

Song ran doesn't know when Mo Qianxing came back. She's glad she bought more meat and made more.

Mrs. Wang brought the dishes to the table, a large plate of braised meat, a plate of green vegetables, and several fried dishes that looked very delicious.

"Young master, have a taste. These are all made by Miss Song," said Wang Masheng, who was afraid of Mo Qian's punishment. She didn't know that this was song Ran's craft and introduced the dishes one by one.

"Well, eat." Mo Qianxing raised his chopsticks and picked up a piece of braised meat.

"Salty." Mo Qian said faintly after tasting it.

Song ran pretended not to hear it and ate with relish. Anyway, she thought it was just right to be salty.

Wang Ma smiled awkwardly and sent a glass of water for Mo Qian's punishment. Mo Qianxing said salty in his mouth, but his chopsticks kept extending into the braised meat bowl.

Song ran buries her head and picks up rice in her mouth, but there is an uncontrollable smile in the corners of her eyes.

Mo Qianxing's cell phone ring suddenly remembered that he answered the phone, his face changed greatly, threw down his chopsticks, and even had no time to take his coat, so he hurried out of the door.

Song ran listens to the sound of the car outside the door and stops her chopsticks.

In the company.

After receiving the call, Mo Qianxing held an emergency meeting.

There was a lot of noise in the meeting room, and everyone looked like they didn't know why.

"Why the sudden meeting so late."

"Who knows?"

"Isn't there a big problem?"

"President!" hearing the president, everyone stopped to discuss, and immediately became quiet and solemn in the noisy conference room.

Mo Qian sat down and knocked his fingers on the table with deep eyes.

Everyone stared at Mo Qian's punishment without saying a word, and the atmosphere dared not go out. In such a large conference room, only the air conditioner blows out the sound of cold air.

Half a ring.

Mo Qian Xing raised his head and slowly opened his mouth: "do you know why you called everyone here so late?"

Mo Qian looked around for a week, and everyone looked at each other.

"The new design scheme of our company, which I haven't officially announced yet." Mo Qian paused and then said, "unexpectedly, it was released by Qi first."

As soon as Mo Qian said this sentence, the conference room immediately fried the pot.

Twilight cloud came forward and knocked on the table. After sitting for a while, all the people stopped. Several older directors sitting in front couldn't bear to open their mouth: "the president, did you find out who leaked it?"

Mo Qian was silent.

Another director said, "has the president figured out a solution?"

"All of you here, tomorrow everyone will hand in a plan to me." Mo Qianxing threw down this sentence and walked out of the conference room despite their doubts.

"These old people!" in the office, Mo Qian's fist hit the wall heavily.

I don't know what the company keeps these people for. I only know to ask questions at the critical moment. Also, who can steal new product designs from his computer.

Mo Qian rubbed his eyebrows and sank into the sofa.

Twilight cloud knocked on the door and sent a document: "president, this is the computer inspection report. No trace of hackers was found."

Mo Qian turned the sentence at will and threw the report aside in frustration.

"President, maybe someone close to you has this possibility to contact your computer."

Mo Qian stopped rubbing his eyebrows and thought carefully. Nearby, close people