Mr.president, you are too gentle

"Did you live in a suburban town today?" assistant Gao asked incredulously again. On the other hand, I have used the next computer to search the basic information of the hotel where Cheng shaozhao is now staying.

Cheng shaozhao dragged his forehead and rubbed his temple with his index finger. On the tea table on the sofa, there is a small handbag, a pure white cloth bag, a very simple bag, but it exudes the same aroma as the owner.

Suddenly, the originally depressed mood seemed to bloom in spring for a while. No matter how bad the surrounding situation is, there is Fu Xiaopei next to me. It doesn't seem so bad.

His face inadvertently showed a little tenderness, "the rain is too heavy, and the landslide blocked the road again. I can't help it. I'll make do with it today, and I'll drive back tomorrow morning. As for the work tomorrow morning, you can push it back. I'll keep the motion sent abroad for me to see tomorrow, and I don't have a computer next to me."

At this moment, in front of assistant Gao, the computer has jumped out the photos of the convenience hotel. Although it is obviously beautified, it is still very unsatisfactory.

Almost like the convenience hotels in most of the third tier small cities in China, such living conditions. Cheng shaozhao plans to spend another night. It's really not easy.

Silently swallowed a mouthful of the water. Assistant Gao listened to Cheng shaozhao, who was calm and had no crazy voice. But he also figured out a little taste in his heart. I'm afraid Cheng shaozhao has such patience and has a countless relationship with Fu Xiaoxiao.

"I see, President, why don't I send someone to pick you up tomorrow?" assistant Gao asked carefully.

In my mind, Fu Xiaoxiao drove carefully and attentively, which was as lovely as facing a great enemy. Cheng shaozhao's face didn't show a smile, and his fingers stroked his forehead slightly.

"No, someone here can drive."

His voice was still cold, but he still had a smile after all. Assistant Gao listened clearly, and there was another shock in his heart. Fu Xiaoxiao was the only one who accompanied Cheng shaozhao to city A.

Even now, Cheng shaozhao doesn't specify who he is, but he doesn't have to think about it. He's talking about Fu Xiaoxiao. The incomparable tenderness in that tone made assistant Gao tremble.

Although his curiosity was about to break through the sky, he knew current affairs very well and didn't ask much. I heard that there was nothing about myself here. After a few words, I hung up the phone.

Cheng shaozhao was left alone, dragging his chin in the humble hotel. Looking at Fu Xiaoxiao's handbag and giggling, they are going to be alone in a room. In fact, it's not so bad.

After all, the man paid a small fee.

Thinking, Cheng shaozhao glanced at the hot kettle under the TV. His eyes narrowed slightly, as if he had found some reason, and then took out his mobile phone.

Slender fingers tap on the screen flexibly, and a line of words soon appears. After reading it twice again and confirming that there was no problem, Cheng shaozhao pressed the send key.

Fu Xiaoxiao took shelter from the rain to the convenience store. There was only a young boy in his twenties at the cashier. The boy was still young on his face, sitting on his seat playing games.