But one thing is still very certain, she is really working for someone else, even if she is not feeling well and wants to take a leave of absence, she should have to make a phone call.

So, the groggy Wen still reached the mobile phone next to the bed, dialed the number, and waited until it was connected before he spoke weakly, "Boss, I am not feeling well, can I ask for a leave?" Refreshed his voice as much as he could, and took a breath.

However, what he didn't expect was that it was because of his seemingly relaxed voice that the person on the other end of the phone was unhappy.

It's clear, there's nothing going on, don't you just want to take a leave of absence to be lazy!

"Okay, if you don't come today, you won't use it in the future." The words on that end are very decisive, after all, Wen Gu can be regarded as a dispensable character there, there is no less of her, and there is not much of her, so it is no wonder that she will be treated like this.

At the moment of hesitation, there was a beep, and the call ended.

After thinking about it, he finally struggled to get up, washed his face and took some medicine, and then went out.

At the end of the day, she is not in a state, and occasionally when others call her, it takes a long time to react.

Originally, she still felt that she could hold on, however, it seemed that she thought of herself too strongly, and she fell asleep on her stomach in her seat before she knew it.

It's heavy, it's heavy.

In the dream, Song Xingchen also appeared with an anxious or anxious shout.

She only felt a lightness in her body, and then she woke up violently.

When I opened my eyes, it was white, and there was a smell of disinfectant in the air, no matter how slow Wen Shu's reaction was, I should know that I was in the hospital.

People who recall the past very clearly remember that they are in the company, and it seems that they fell asleep at work, and then, they really don't know anything.

However, she was indeed lying in the hospital now, and even the touch of the sheets was so real, she moved her fingers slightly, and found that she still had hanging needles.

Wen Su squinted for a moment, and then she heard a creak, and the door was pushed open, and she opened her eyes at that moment.

It was the man who came in a little thin, frowning slightly, as if he was bothered by something, and he had some food in his hand, as if he had just packed it back, and when he saw Wen Gu staring at him, he hurriedly quickened his pace and put the food on the table next to the bed, "Awake?" ”

It was as if the displeasure had never appeared on his face again.

Wen rubbed his head.

Why is Song Xingchen here?

However, with his understanding of Wen Gu over the years, even if it was a very casual action, Song Xingchen could see what Wen Gu was thinking, and couldn't help but wonder, "Why do you still go to work when you are sick?" It was your colleague who called me. After saying this, he took out his mobile phone and shook it again.

After such a sentence, the review will understand, and then it will be a little troublesome, "Is it the second day?" "So, is she breaking off?

Song Xingchen glanced at Wen Gu, and then shook his head.

In an instant, Wen Gu breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Xingchen naturally didn't let go of his subtle expression, he couldn't help but bend the corners of his mouth and laughed, "It's the third day." ”！！！

Wen Gu felt that the whole person was not very well, and then he grabbed his hair again in annoyance, and just as the other hand was about to be raised, Song Xingchen quickly held it down, "Don't move, I'm playing a needle." ”

Only then did he remember, and then he glanced at the hands that were protected by Song Xingchen, and did not speak.

Song Xingchen originally thought that Wen Gu's little expression was quite interesting, but seeing that she had always had such a bitter melon face, he had doubts in his heart, "What's the matter, are you worried about going to work, you don't have to go in the future, I have checked, anyway, the boss is not good to you" This is true, he didn't even ask for leave when he was sick, and he didn't let go until he was sick.

Don't do this kind of work.

Of course, she thinks so too, anyway, her novels are already on the shelves, and she doesn't plan to go back to work.

It's just that when I think about what happened after that, I can't feel relaxed again.

"It's not because of this." Seeing that Song Xingchen was looking at himself with a puzzled face, he paused, but he still opened his mouth to explain, and saw Song Xingchen move his lips, as if he was about to say something, and hurriedly continued to explain, "I want to say that I have broken off."

burst

Song Xingchen, who was still worried about whether Wen Gu had been hit by something, couldn't help laughing, and only after being glared at by Wen Gu could he stop, "It's better to recuperate first." "As for the update, why don't you explain it later?

After thinking about it, he felt that what Song Xingchen said made sense, so he raised it in the hospital according to his words.

It's still morning, because one hand is still infusion, and it is impossible to ask Song Xingchen to feed it, so it just so happened that Song Xingchen bought a small porridge, so he took a spoon and scooped it up slowly to eat.

Then he slept another morning under Song Xingchen's gaze.

When Wen Gu opened her eyes again, it was almost noon, and the hanging needle had been removed, she thought that Song Xingchen should be gone, but after seeing Song Xingchen who was staring at her without blinking on the edge of the bed, she was still startled.

"Why are you still here?" Wen Shu's eyes rolled, and finally he chose to ask out loud.

However, Song Xingchen didn't answer her, just looked at him with a little meaning.

provoked Wen Su and immediately thought of the embarrassment at that time, and became a little uncomfortable.

Song Xingchen also saw that something was wrong with Wen Gu's expression, and he made up his mind in his heart when his eyes flowed, a smile appeared on his face, and even his eyes were so gentle, "You lie down for a while, I'll go buy something to eat." Then he hurried away.

Reminiscing is a sigh of relief.

Hurriedly fished out the mobile phone next to the bed, opened the mobile APP of the website, and looked at his comment area.

The last update shown above was three days ago.

She's been off for three days.

The comment area couldn't bear to look at it directly, and a bunch of people asked for updates, asking if they had abandoned the article, and guessing where the author went.

After thinking about it, he still chose a recent comment and replied, "The author fell ill a few days ago, and now he is still in the hospital, and he will try to write a little bit with his mobile phone, and he will make up for it when he is discharged from the hospital." ”

How to say it, I was a little moved in my heart.

After all, I have written so many books, but the comment area has never been so lively.

Wen couldn't help but think of the syrup again, the editor who always gave her a special feeling, after thinking about it, she still buckled, although she wasn't sure if the other party would look for her.

Because, she broke off, and it was without asking for leave!