Sir Ares,Goodnight!

After Dr. Zhang left, Zhan Su ran to the study, opened the door and saw that Zhan hanjue was holding his head in his hands. He looked miserable. Zhan Su had an answer in his heart.

"He said I was sick, too?" Zhan Su was angry.

Zhan hanjue raised his eyes and saw his son's cool and handsome face. There was a hidden worry on his face.

He thought, maybe Zhan Su is too perfect, so God wants to give him some experience.

"Zhan Su, Dr. Zhang said that your illness is still in its early stage. As long as we cooperate actively, it will be fine." Zhan hanjue doesn't want to tell Zhan Su this cruel thing, but he needs Zhan Su to cooperate with the treatment next, and he has to accept this fact.

"I don't care about people's lives." Zhan Su pursed his lips and said angrily.

Zhan hanjue looks at Zhan Su's angry and discontented face. This time, it's a matter of great importance. It's not up to Zhan Su's nature.

"Daddy has decided that the resistance will not work." Zhan hanjue's overbearing and extraordinary announcement was over, and he got up and left.

Zhan Su fell into melancholy.

For Zhan Su, this weekend is very depressing. So when Monday came, Zhan Su showed his yearning for school for the first time.

This is obviously a very good phenomenon, but Zhan didn't know whether to be happy or worried. Zhan Su, who loves school, and Zhan Su, who doesn't love school, can only remind him of the two personalities of schizophrenia. Otherwise, he could not find a third reasonable explanation.

Send Zhan Su to the kindergarten and Han Jue to the company. After a thrilling weekend, he almost forgot that he had hired a new assistant.

So when he saw Luo Shihan in the office, he didn't come back for a while and looked at her with a blue face.

"Good morning, president!" Luo Shihan is wearing a professional short sleeve white shirt, a red hip skirt, a pair of thin high-heeled red shoes, and a high ball. He is mature, steady, and intelligent. He smiles at him professionally and gracefully.

When Prince Zhan walked in silently and sat down on the chair, Luo Shihan had already handed over his work schedule for the day.

Zhan hanjue's eyes swept his day's schedule, combining work and rest, giving consideration to family and company, efficient and reasonable.

"Well done." He praised with a straight face.

I don't know why I think of his precious son Zhan su. Because he got schizophrenia after meeting Luo Shihan, Zhan hanjue was not satisfied with the perfect performance of Luo Shihan and always wanted to find fault with her.

"Make me a cup of coffee, three bitter, seven sweet." He ordered unkindly.

Luo Shihan looked at the faint anger hidden in Zhan hanjue's eyes and did it very carefully. Although she was so meticulous that she almost calculated the mass ratio of coffee to sugar by using physical formula. But when she brought his sincere coffee to him, he took a sip of it and still blew it up.

"Too bitter!" Zhan hanjue's eyebrows were fixed and his eyes were raised to stare at the woman who was at a loss.

Losihan picked up his coffee cup and said, "I'll add some more sugar."

It's just that after tasting the coffee for the second time, Zhan hanjue is still frowning and looking for fault, "it's too sweet."

Luo Shihan looks at Zhan hanjue and his anger is burning. "President, I didn't add sugar just now," he said

Zhan hanjue's expression is beyond words.

"Are you kidding me?" Jun's face is chapped, and every fragment is angry.