Gu Qingqing fell asleep after saying [tone] to Zhou Boss [play], leaving Zhou Xuanmo to cry and laugh for a while and grit his teeth for a while, and the whole snake was sick.

endured and endured, Zhou Xuanmo finally held back the Chong (river crab) who strangled the sleeping woman in front of him to death and then came back to life, and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes - judging from this performance, what Gu Qingqing said was indeed right, Lord Boss is still very virtuous.

After everything was cleaned up, Zhou Xuanmo took a look around the small room. Although the staff dormitory of Xuanyang International is a single room, it is not as good as the housing where they live, the whole layout is very small, a master bedroom, a hall connected to the kitchen and living room and a bathroom, a total of 30 square meters of land area.

Originally, Zhou Xuanmo wanted to go to the sofa in the living room for a night, but he was afraid that Gu Qingqing would get up at night or have some accidents. So he simply dragged a stool and sat at the head of the bed, then put the notebook on his lap to deal with official business - today because he was worried about Gu Qingqing's condition, he left without completing his work, and now he has to make up for it.

Although this posture of putting the laptop on your lap is a little awkward, the work efficiency of the boss is still very commendable. After more than an hour, today's main tasks have finally been finalized.

The rest of the minutiae is either not so urgent, or someone else can do it, and such work can be handed over to someone else - such as Miss Catherine, who is now complaining about overtime at the company.

As the general manager of the new era, Lord Boss said that there was no pressure to enslave his subordinates - naturally, for the sake of generous overtime pay, countless people would go forward and compete to be enslaved one after another!

Glancing at the digital clock on the wall: ten minutes and ten o'clock. Zhou Xuanmo packed up his things and took a basin of cold water to sit at the head of Gu Qingqing's bed and apply cold compresses to her.

Originally, Zhou Xuanmo looked at Gu Qingqing for a moment in order to prevent her from getting rid of the cold towel on her forehead in her sleep. But looking at it, his gaze involuntarily wandered downward.

Speaking of which, it was the first time to observe Gu Qingqing's sleeping face so closely-Zhou Xuanmo thought in a trance.

In my impression, Gu Qingqing always came in a hurry and left in a hurry, and the wind and fire seemed to be tireless. Whether it's laughing loudly, angry or working hard in the office, it always seems that she is so alive.

Whenever he saw Gu Qingqing who was so energetic, Zhou Xuanmo would feel that the original ordinary life was dyed with a layer of bright and bright colors. Because Gu Qingqing is such a woman who is reminiscent of sunny and positive words such as vigorous, vigorous, and upward.

"Get better soon." Zhou Xuanmo slowly stretched out his fingers and gently stroked Gu Qingqing's chapped and pale lips due to high fever, the lips that were originally bright red and plump like rose petals were now as if they had been drained of all the essence (river crab) qi and withered.

With a sigh, Zhou Xuanmo whispered again: "Get better quickly." "Get better, make him angry as you always say, or do something that makes him helpless and funny," you sleep peacefully like this, it's so quiet. The silence made him feel a little sluggish in his heart.

Saying this, Zhou Xuanmo slowly leaned down (the river crab) body and slowly approached Gu Qingqing's lip flap. Just as the four lips were about to touch each other, they were interrupted by an abrupt ringtone of their mobile phone.

Mobile phone ringtones are cheerful pop songs - this style naturally cannot belong to Zhou Xuanmo. I looked up at the digital clock, and it was almost half past ten.

Zhou Xuanmo was looking for the location of Gu Qingqing's mobile phone, and secretly wondered: Although Gu Qingqing is a typical night owl, he usually doesn't fall asleep until twelve o'clock, but ...... It's so late, who will call?

Originally, Zhou Xuanmo felt a little unhappy because Gu Qingqing was disturbed by this phone call and felt a little unstable, and after seeing the words "Jiangyang thief" on the caller ID, this displeasure was magnified countless times.

Walking out of Gu Qingqing's bedroom and closing the door casually, Zhou Xuanmo pressed the answer button.

"Hey, Qingqing, how did you think about what you said before - today is the last deadline, I see that you haven't heard back, is it because you are a little confused and forget?."

Jiang Yang's words had no beginning or end, and Zhou Xuanmo didn't understand what the so-called "previous things" meant.

But there is one point, Jiang Yang's voice at this time is different from the gentle but very alienated tone outside the concert hall that day, it is very gentle and gentle, as if it wants to dissolve people.

If it was before, Zhou Xuanmo wouldn't feel much different, but now, he can be very sure that this is a gentle voice that only appears when a man treats the woman he likes—just because this voice contains strong affection.

So, Boss Zhou said that he was a little unhappy.

"I don't know what 'before' means," Zhou Xuanmo said lightly, "It's just that now Qingqing is sick, even if you have any plans, it will be in vain." ”

As soon as Zhou Xuanmo's voice sounded, there was a strange silence on the other side, and it was not until Zhou Xuanmo finished saying the last word for a long time that Jiang Yang's voice sounded on the other side again: "If I remember correctly, it is Mr. Zhou Xuanmo Zhou." ”

This time, Jiang Yang's voice returned to that detached and gentle feeling.

"Well, it's me, Mr. Jiang has a good memory." Zhou Xuanmo replied nonchalantly.

"Forgive me for being rude," Jiang Yang's tone carried a strong sense of questioning, "May I ask what caused Mr. Zhou to be alone with Qingqing at such a late hour?" ”

"I said that Qingqing is sick - now she is resting in the bedroom because of a fever, but Mr. Jiang, this call is not very early." Zhou Xuanmo shot back unceremoniously.

"Qingqing has a fever?" Jiang Yang's voice rose slightly, obviously half-convinced, "She has almost never been sick since she was a child?" ”

"Mr. Jiang, I won't joke with this kind of thing." Zhou Xuanmo said in a deep voice, "If you don't believe it, you can come over and visit—of course, it would be better if you could buy some fruits or something like that by the way." ”

Coincidentally, Jiang Yang was not worried that Gu Qingqing and Zhou Xuanmo were alone in the same room, so he replied, "Okay, I'll be there later." He hung up the phone.