Pretty CEO's Soldier Son-in-law

Gao Fei can swear that when he was chased by more than 30 local rebels in the Middle East, he did not escape as fast as he does now.

This time, he played at a super level and became a real ghost. He felt that in a blink of an eye, he ran for several kilometers. Only after the bellows like snoring came from his lungs, did he slow down and managed to run to a tree. With his right hand on the tree, his left hand on his knee, he bent down like a fish jumping on the shore, panting heavily Qi.

Sweat, along his forehead, crackling down on the grass in the ground.

After swallowing and spitting hard, Gao Fei covered his heart with his right hand, leaned against the tree, and slowly fell to the ground. His legs stretched out and looked at the road when he came. His eyes were full of fear that he could detect.

Just now, Gao Fei crossed at least three highways, and during this period, he kept changing directions. Even the most professional hound in the world, he could not find his trace.

Staring at the direction when he came, I don't know how long it took. Anyway, Gao Fei felt that the sweat began to turn into cold water. His chest slowly calmed down, and his head began to run at high speed again: is that white thing really a ghost?

But where are ghosts in this world?

But if it's not a ghost, what is it?

Besides ghosts, what else can be so fast?

Thinking of the scene that the white ghost jumped at him several times, Gao Fei couldn't help but shiver, and subconsciously touched his chin: just now when he was about to stab with a knife, if he was slowing down by 0.1 second, the white ghost would probably have broken his throat, and the worst thing would have been to scratch him.

"Subei mountain, are you a ghost? Otherwise, why is there such a thing in your room? "

Gao Fei closed his eyes and began to recall the scene when he met Su Beishan.

Gao Fei can guarantee that Subei mountain, who has had a long talk with him, is definitely a living person. Like many rich people, he is elegant and confident, including his impatience in trouble.

These are normal reactions of normal people. If anyone dares to say to Gao Fei that Subei mountain is a ghost, he will surely slap him in the face: what are you talking about?

But now, after a thrilling escape, Gao Fei just wants to slap himself: if the northern Jiangsu mountain is not a ghost, what is that white ghost?

Gao Fei didn't understand or understand, but he finally realized the fact that the northern mountain of Jiangsu was very mysterious. Even Shen Yinbing didn't necessarily know what the white ghost was.

If Gao Fei is replaced by someone else, he will surely die after the background just now, because he is so frightening.

But Gao Fei is Gao Fei. Although he is afraid, he also arouses his curiosity: whether to kill Subei mountain or not, it doesn't matter whether or not to kill the three million dollars.

It's important that he figure out what the white ghost is.

The night wind blew, startled a night bird on the branch. After a few chirps, it spread its wings and flew far away, adding a bit of strangeness to the warm night in Southern Hebei.

……

When goofy opened his eyes, it was already more than nine o'clock in the morning.

He was woken up by a cell phone ring.

After closing the phone again, Gao Fei touched the phone, pressed the answer button and put it in his ear. He asked lazily, "Hello, who..."

Gao Fei just said these three words, suddenly opened his eyes, because he heard his voice, is so hoarse, powerless.

On the other side of the mobile phone, Yan Hong said, "Gaofei, why haven't you come to work? Ah, I don't think your voice is right. Do you have a cold? "

"Cold?"

Gao Fei raised his hand and touched his forehead for a moment. He was scared: forehead, hot.

I have a high fever?

How could I have a high fever?

Gao Fei touched his forehead, his eyes were full of disbelief.

From the day he became a soldier, no matter how bad the weather was, he would not have a fever even if he was transferred from the sauna to the ice and snow.

Because he was strong and invincible - it was impossible, but he had never had a high fever these years, which is for sure.

Now, he had a fever and his voice was hoarse.

After hearing Gao Fei's reply, Yan Hong asked again, "Gao Fei, what's wrong with you?"

"Hoo!"

After spitting out a long breath, Gao Fei said, "you are right. I not only have a cold, but also have a fever."

"Ah, then go to the hospital. Oh, you wait. I'll be right there. I'll accompany you to the hospital

Yan Hong's voice, with sincere love.

"No, I can go by myself. It's just a fever. It's not a big symptom. Well, that's it. Hang up. "Without waiting for Yan Hong over there to say anything, Gao Fei pulls up the phone and turns over and sits up on the bed.

"Damn it, it's strange that I should have a fever."

After rubbing my cheek with both hands, I got out of bed and felt as if I was stepping on the clouds. I felt as if I was walking in the clouds.

Some of them walked into the bathroom with dizziness and swelling. After draining the water, Gao Fei opened the water tap and held up a handful of cold water. When he was about to wash his face, he was startled: who is that guy in the mirror above the tap? His eyes were black, his face haggard, his lips pale, and he looked like a real lost soul.

"This is Laozi, am I?"

Gao Fei looks at the man in the mirror. After staying for a long time, he realizes that the sick ghost in the mirror is himself.

"In a few hours, I became like this?"

Gao Fei murmured, lowering his head and holding the cold water in his hands.

A few minutes later, after finishing personal hygiene, he walked into the guest room lightly, squatted on the sofa and closed his eyes.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he stood up again: "no, I can't sleep any more, or I will collapse. Why am I so sick when I'm next door

After realizing that his fever was serious, Gao Fei didn't dare to slack off any more. He dressed quickly and walked out of the guest room in a hurry.

……

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Shen Yinbing called Yan Hong: "Vice President Yan, please call Gao Fei and ask him to come to my office."

When saying this, Shen Yinbing began to ponder: you have to get that guy's mobile phone number, or you have to go through Yan Hong every time you look for him.

Yan Hong hesitated for a moment over there: "Mr. Shen, I'm at the racetrack in the southern mountain area. If you have something to look for Gao Fei, I'm afraid you have to go to the car class to find him."

After hearing Yan Hong's words, Shen Yinbing frowned and said faintly, "why, when I see him, I have to find him in person. Who is he? Such a big shelf."

Yan Hong quickly explained: "general manager Shen, Gao Fei is not a big man, he is ill."

Shen Yinbing was stunned: "what, is he ill?"

Yan Hong replied, "yes, I have a high fever. The fever does not subside. It is 38 degrees nine. When I came out at one o'clock, I went to the car class, and he was still sleeping there

Shen Yinbing blurted out and asked, "then why doesn't he go to the hospital to have a look?"

"Yes - he said he had, and he seemed to have taken some medicine, but the effect was not good."

Yan Hong replied.

"Oh, I see. You should be busy first."

Shen Yinbing nodded and buttoned the phone. Looking at the door thoughtfully, she murmured, "Hong Jie seems to care about Gao Fei very much."

……

Today is a good day for Lao Wang to be promoted to a deputy section chief of the logistics department.

He wanted to have dinner with his former colleagues in the staff restaurant this afternoon, but Gao Fei was sick and had been sleeping on the sofa.

Gao Fei is now regarded as a "benefactor" by Lao Wang. The benefactor is not in good health and doesn't want to eat lunch. How could he celebrate with others? It would be heartless

After finishing the work in hand, Lao Wang went into the car class again.

Xiao Li Zi and others said politely, "Wang Ke, come to see senior class again?"

From being called Lao Wang to being respected as Wang Ke, the difference of one word can bring people different feelings.

With a reserved smile, he waved his hands and said hello. Lao Wang walked quickly to the sofa where Gao Fei was lying. He put a heat preservation barrel on the desk and said softly, "Gao ban, wake up first."

In fact, when people greet Lao Wang, Gao Fei has already woken up from his lethargy, but he doesn't want to open his eyes. He just blurs and says, "well, Lao Wang, you are here."

"Ah, here I am. When I know you are ill and don't want to eat, I ask my daughter to cook a pot of Chicken Soup for you. Hey hey, she just sent it. The soup is still hot. You can get up and eat something to resist the virus. "

With that, Lao Wang opened the heat preservation barrel, and a delicious smell came.

Looking at Lao Wang's flattery, does he take a fancy to Gaoban and want him to be his daughter-in-law?

Xiao Li and others looked at each other without saying anything. They continued to read their own newspapers.

Gao Fei finally opened his eyes and wrapped up his coat. He said feebly, "thank you, Lao Wang. I don't want to eat yet."

Lao Wang shook his head and complained with concern: "ah, how can I do that? The more you don't eat after you're sick, the more miserable you are. Get up, how much to eat first, and then I'll send you to the hospital for a good diagnosis. "

"Cough, cough! All right

Goofy coughed twice and sat up from the sofa.

As soon as he sat up, there was another violent cough.

When he was almost coughing, Lao Wang handed a paper towel in time.

Gao Fei takes the paper towel and wipes his mouth at will. When he is about to say thanks with a smile, he suddenly stops: there is blood on the paper towel.He coughed so hard that he coughed up blood!

The bright red blood, glued on the white paper towel, appears to be extremely dazzling.

Lao Wang's face changed. When he was about to say something, Gao Fei kneaded the paper towel into a ball and gasped: "Lao Wang, you let everyone go out first. I want to be quiet."

Cough, cough bleeding, especially when high fever does not subside, what does this mean?

Anyone who has a little common sense of pathology may think of some frightening diseases, such as tuberculosis, the h7n9 epidemic some time ago

The latter, in particular, is to make people talk about color change!