Jiang Suliu's breathing was stagnant.

"Secretary Jiang?" There was a moment of confusion in Feng Jin's eyes, and he quickly regained clarity and let go of his hand, "What are you doing?" ”

Jiang Suliu suppressed the nervousness that rose inexplicably in his heart, met her gaze, and said, "President, you are sick, I need to take your temperature." ”

"Hmm," Feng Jin breathed a sigh of relief, and without thinking much about it, he took the thermometer in his hand and put it sideways under his armpit. After finishing, Feng Jin was stuffed with a soft pillow behind Jiang Suliu, she thanked her, and squinted her eyes. She felt that her whole body was groggy and very uncomfortable, and her body strength seemed to be drained, sleepy and tired.

"President, drink some water first." Jiang Suliu leaned over slightly and put the thermos cup in his hand into her mouth, "It's a little hot, slow down." ”

Feng Jin rarely gets sick, but now just a small cold completely drains the strength from her body. She took a few sips of Jiang Suliu's hand, and the sweat on her forehead still kept coming out. Jiang Suliu took the warm towel on the side and gently wiped the sweat off her forehead for her, "You can rest for a while, and you can arrive in S City in another hour and a half." ”

"Well, I'm sorry for you."

"That's what a secretary does."

Five minutes later, at Jiang Suliu's signal, Feng Jin took out the thermometer and handed it to him.

"37.8 degrees Celsius, fortunately it's just a low-grade fever." Jiang Suliu seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, "You don't need to take medicine." ”

The flight attendant on the side also breathed a sigh of relief when she saw this, although this is not the first time that such a situation is serious, if the situation is strict, she may need to be forced to descend or return.

Feng Jin felt that sleepiness was invading her consciousness, and it seemed that someone was wiping her sweat with a warm towel, but it was even hotter. In a trance, something cold covered her forehead, and just about to leave, she subconsciously grabbed it to prevent it from leaving, and then grabbed it and put it around her neck, trying to relieve the unbearable burning.

There seemed to be a gasp in my ears. Feng Jin felt that his eyelids were very heavy and he couldn't open them, and he said unconsciously in his mouth: "Hot"

The scorching temperature and soft touch from the palm of his hand made Jiang Suliu's breath stagnate, and he stayed for a moment before he came back to his senses, he wanted to withdraw the hand between her neck, but he was grabbed tighter just when he moved. Jiang Suliu lowered his head and stared at Feng Jin, who was gasping slightly with his eyes closed, and his peach blossom eyes hidden under the lenses narrowed slightly.

The temperature was rising, and even he felt a hint of heat. Jiang Suliu let her grasp his hand, loosened his tie with the other hand, and then reached into her clothes and took out the thermometer. Seeing the rising mercury, Jiang Suliu looked down at Feng Jin, whose eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and sighed slightly.

38.5 degrees Celsius, moderate fever, about forty-five minutes before the plane landed.

Jiang Suliu took the antipyretic patch with one hand, skillfully tore off the transparent adhesive film, and then carefully pasted it on her forehead to physically cool down. She frowned subconsciously, but did not struggle.

For more than half a month, her work and rest have been abnormal, her body's immunity has decreased, and it is normal to fall ill. Jiang Suliu pursed his lips, doesn't this person know how to take care of himself? Or do you think you can afford anything?

Betrayed by someone she trusted, she still didn't seem to be slackening, or the company's heavy things made her too late to be depressed. At that time, when he was abroad, he saw the news after she broke off her marriage contract with the Chu family, as well as the news that Sheng An was in danger. He refused to be retained by his mentor, resolutely returned to China, and came directly to S City.

Ten years ago, maybe she didn't remember it for a long time. But he still came to S City, and even came to her side to become her secretary. He was sometimes puzzled by his actions, but he did so unconsciously.

He just wanted to help her through this.

In the third month of entering Sheng'an, he officially entered the president's office and became her personal secretary, dealing with all the emergencies around her and the corresponding problems to be dealt with. He was glad that he had followed his brother's words to take a second degree, he was not interested in financial management, but he had always respected his brother, so he got a master's degree in financial management.

Then, he stood out from many applicants and was naturally qualified for the position of secretary to the president.

Feng Jin, who was half asleep and half awake, opened her eyes because of a splitting headache, and saw her secretary half-squatting in front of her, and one hand was grabbed by her and placed on her neck to cool down.

Feng Jin was slightly stunned, and then let go of his hand, "I'm sorry, I'm offended." ”

The pair of peach blossom eyes that were still particularly attractive even through the glasses looked straight at Feng Jin, and the love in them was a little incomprehensible, but soon Jiang Suliu retracted his gaze and asked flatly: "President, how do you feel now?" ”

"My head hurts." Feng Jin came back to his senses, took the thermos cup in Jiang Suliu's hand and drank a few sips of boiling water, no longer thinking about the scene just now, and then asked, "How long will it take to arrive in S City?" ”

"Thirty minutes later." Jiang Suliu took the thermos cup in her hand very naturally and put it on the table, "You can rest a little longer, I'll call you when it's time." ”

"Well, is there any fever reducer?" Feng Jin lifted the quilt covering his forehead.

"Yes, but don't build yì you use antipyretics." Jiang Suliu put the quilt she pulled down on her body again, "You are a patient now, president. ”

"I'm hot."

"After sweating, it will be much better, you are so easy to catch a cold and aggravate your condition." Jiang Suliu has a resolute attitude.

Feng Jin endured the discomfort caused by his weakness, and looked at his secretary with some amusement, "Secretary Jiang, your approach is a taboo in the workplace, aren't you afraid that I will fire you?" ”

Jiang Suliu pursed his lips, and his voice did not fluctuate at all, as if he was stating a fact: "I just do what I have to do, if your condition worsens, my workload will also increase, and it will bother me a lot." After speaking, his fingers subconsciously curled up slightly, and he lowered his head to hide the color under his eyes.

Feng Jin rubbed his temples, but did not lift the quilt again. She felt as if she was steaming all over, and even the shirt inside was soaked with sweat. She closed her eyes, and the coldness on her forehead was a drop in the bucket.

Jiang Suliu saw her patient appearance and said, "President, please try your body temperature again." ”

Feng Jin opened his eyes and looked at him, took the thermometer in his hand, and put it under his arm when he turned his face.

At this time, it is also time for lunch.

Because considering that Feng Jin didn't have any appetite at this time, Jiang Suliu only asked the stewardess for a light vegetable porridge, and Feng Jin put down the bowl after eating a few bites.

Jiang Suliu didn't force her, so he handed her the thermos cup again, Feng Jin felt that her eyelids began to get heavier and heavier, but she still drank a few sips of boiling water.

When she took out the thermometer, Jiang Suliu took it, and saw that the mercury on the thermometer did not continue to rise, and had receded to a low fever, so her heart calmed down.

He looked down at Feng Jin and found that she had fallen asleep on the soft pillow.

I don't know how long later, there was an announcement from the cabin that the plane was about to land.

Half-asleep, there was a noisy sound in his ears, Feng Jin opened his eyes, and found that he was being held in his arms and walking down the gangway of the plane. She also wore a men's blazer, which looked like the uniform of her company.

"Secretary Jiang," Feng Jin eased his nerves, as if he was puzzled by how unalert he was, and his voice was a little hoarse, "Why don't you wake me up?" ”

"You seem to be sleeping soundly, so I didn't bother you." Jiang Suliu looked straight ahead, not looking into her eyes.

Feng Jin sighed lightly: "I'll go by myself when I get below." ”

"Okay, President."

got off the gangway, and with the help of Jiang Suliu, Feng Jin stood up straight, and then took off the antipyretic patch on his forehead. Because she had just sweated and felt a little cold at this time, Jiang Suliu raised her hand and draped her suit jacket over her body.

Feng Jin was slightly stunned, but he didn't refuse.

"Thank you."

Jiang Suliu bowed slightly, and the cold peach blossom eyes under the lenses instantly softened.

Because Feng Jin notified the driver at home before getting on the plane, as soon as she walked out of the hall, she saw a middle-aged man with kind eyes and a decent suit walking towards her. Seeing Feng Jin, whose face was tired, the man's face showed a worried look: "Miss, are you okay?" Shall I ask Dr. Wei to come over? ”

Seeing the person in front of him, Feng Jin's eyes warmed slightly: "Uncle Hua, don't worry, I'm fine." ”

"Uncle Hua." Jiang Suliu bowed his head slightly and stepped forward to say hello.

Uncle Hua smiled at him, "It's been a business trip for two days, and I've worked hard for you." ”

Jiang Suliu said politely: "It's a matter of the division." ”

Hearing this, Uncle Hua smiled.

Jiang Suliu stepped forward to open the car door for Feng Jin, and put the back of his hand on the top edge of the car so that it would not be knocked by the roof, and only after she sat down did Jiang Suliu go to the co-pilot's seat and sit down.

In the car, Uncle Hua turned on the heater in the car, probably sweating, and Feng Jin felt much better. She looked sideways at the familiar steel and cement building outside the window, the latest movie promotional video was played on the huge LED screen, and the familiar figure made Feng Jin take a few more looks.

It's a secret agent-themed movie, and the overall tone is darker, but it's combined with sexiness. The slender and bewitching eyes are awe-inspiring and contradictory beauty, which is very attractive.

But wasn't that person invited a Hollywood director to make a movie three months ago?

So, is this coming back? Feng Jin withdrew his gaze.

Suddenly, the phone's built-in ringtone rang.

Coming back to his senses, Feng Jin took out his mobile phone, saw the number displayed on it, and gently slid his fingertips across the screen and picked it up.

"I heard that the surname Chu died again, so I rushed back in advance, aren't you very moved?"

Hearing this unique voice that was slightly hoarse but with a hint of sexiness, Feng Jin's mind almost immediately appeared with the person's demeanor, and he couldn't help rubbing his eyebrows, but there was a clear smile in his eyes.

"Where are you?"

"Your home."

Sure enough, Feng Jin raised his head and saw an extremely sassy red Lamborghini sports car parked in front of his detached villa from a distance.