After returning to the apartment from the sanatorium, although Lian Wuyi was relieved that Aunt Sleeping Beauty could continue to stay in the sanatorium, she was relieved and heavy at the same time, because she was worried that she would bring trouble to the degree!

After putting the purchased things back to the degree of home, Lian Wuyi returned to Meng Zhiyang's apartment and began to tidy up the house.

But when she went in and saw the untouched breakfast on the coffee table in the living room, she walked over and picked it up and sighed softly.

"He said he would eat it, but he still didn't eat a bite."

Lian Wuyi muttered to himself, with a little distress and a little loss.

I don't know if I didn't eat breakfast and went to work again, but he always forgot the good things he told her, and he didn't remember what he said to do.

Last time he said he was going to eat at home, but when she cooked it, he went out, completely forgetting that he said he was going to eat at home. Today's breakfast was the same, he said he would eat, but he didn't move.

Maybe he didn't remember, but it wasn't rare for her to make breakfast, right?

It's just that when he went out in the morning, I didn't know why he was so angry, I felt that the atmosphere was normal when she came up in the morning, but in the end he was really angry again.

But what is he angry about? She was so afraid that he would be angry, and when he was angry, she was worried that it was because she had made him unhappy.

Alas, forget it, instead of suffering from gains and losses here, she should do what she has to do. Anyway, it's just that she likes him, and he won't like her, and it doesn't make any sense for her to add so many messy conjectures.

Lian Wuyi emptied her breakfast into the garbage bag and began to clean up, which was what she had to do now.

During the day, as long as you are serious about doing things, time always flies.

After Meng Zhiyang buried himself in the company's work, he almost forgot the existence of time, and forgot that it was time to eat.

Wu Qian knocked on the door and came in, she came to Meng Zhiyang, who was still typing on the computer, with a thermos box in her hand, and said:

"Mr. Meng, it's time for lunch, I'll ......."

"Just order one."

Meng Zhiyang's eyes did not leave the computer screen, and when he heard Wu Qian's words, he thought that Wu Qian had come to ask him what he wanted to eat.

Wu Qian looked at the thermos box in her hand and said boldly:

"If Mr. Meng doesn't dislike it, I prepared an extra one when I prepared a bento in the morning, can you try the home-cooked meal I made at noon?"

Strictly speaking, she didn't make the bento, she asked her mother to prepare it, she was just responsible for the start, and the plating.

Before, because she heard Meng Zhiyang say that she had eaten at home before coming to the company, Wu Qian thought that Meng Zhiyang might occasionally want to eat home-cooked meals, or be tired of eating lunch boxes.

Therefore, Wu Qian wanted to try to find a different opportunity to get close to Meng Zhiyang's private life.

She likes Meng Zhiyang, but because the relationship between her superiors and subordinates has been maintained for so many years, she has always been on official business, or she really doesn't know how to start it.

She wanted to have both public and private affairs with Meng Zhiyang at once, but she knew that Meng Zhiyang only had public and no private affairs for her.

At least for now, in Meng Zhiyang's eyes, she is just an assistant, and she still sees this very clearly.

But she wants to try to work hard, maybe she has done too much, maybe Meng Zhiyang can see her mind, or it is not impossible for her to find a suitable opportunity to directly find out her mind with him.

There are no women by Meng Zhiyang's side now, which does not mean that there will be no in the future. He is so good, and it is a matter of minutes for equally excellent women to appear around him.

If there is a woman around him that she can't surpass, it will be even more difficult for her to let him see her.

Meng Zhiyang generally doesn't care about what to eat, but when he heard Wu Qian talk about lunch, his mind flashed to the point that he wanted to make a lunch box in the morning.

He frowned suddenly, and his unhappiness came back up.

Wu Qian thought that Meng Zhiyang was unhappy that she brought him a lunch, so she hurriedly said:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Meng, if you don't want to eat, I'll help you order another lunch box, and now it's ......."

"Put it down, don't waste time."

Wu Qiancai's hanging heart was secretly put down again, and she became happy, she said:

"Then I'll put the lunch box on the coffee table, and if you don't get used to eating, I'll order a lunch box for you."

"Hmm."

Meng Zhiyang didn't have any extra words, and continued to type on the keyboard, he still had a few important emails to reply to in person.

Wu Qian understands Meng Zhiyang's work habits, so even if she is a little disappointed as usual, she can only quit without saying a word.

Meng Zhiyang didn't notice anything because of Wu Qian's secret sadness, and he didn't know when Wu Qian went out.

It wasn't until he had finished processing the email he wanted to reply to that he rubbed his temples, then raised his hand to look at his watch, which was already a little faster.

With a slight cramp in his stomach, he remembered that he hadn't eaten lunch yet, and he got up to go to the couch to eat the lunch box.

But as soon as they arrived, his stomach suddenly throbbed. He gritted his teeth, he had times when his stomach was upset in the past, but he had never felt so bad.

He stroked his stomach and waited for the pain to subside before he stepped over to the couch and sat down.

After looking at the unfamiliar insulated box, he thought about it for a while, and then remembered that the assistant Wu Qian seemed to have said something just now.

It doesn't matter what it is, Meng Zhiyang opened the insulated box, the first layer is steamed pork ribs, the second layer is thick soup baby cabbage, and the third layer is white rice.

After placing them one by one, Meng Zhiyang ate them casually, but after a few bites, he felt a little unswallowable.

It's not that the food is not delicious, in fact, the taste is okay, but as soon as he sees these home-cooked dishes, his taste buds will think of the dishes made by Lian Wuyi.

Although he can't eat much, he has only drunk water since the morning, and he really needs to replenish energy, so he still tries to let himself eat as much as possible.

Originally, he had breakfast in the morning, but because he was so angry that he was angry at the breakfast she sent, he didn't want to touch it.

Halfway through the meal, Meng Zhiyang began to lose his appetite because his stomach was very upset, and it might be even more uncomfortable to eat again.

He threw the rest of the meal on the coffee table and leaned back on the sofa, placing his left hand on his stomach and pressing lightly, waiting for the discomfort to subside .......

Eventually, he noticed that the discomfort in his stomach was not only not alleviating, but was showing signs of worsening.

Just when he twisted his eyebrows and tried to return to work at his desk, Wang Jun knocked on the door and came in.

He walked to the sofa and sat opposite Meng Zhiyang, looked at the food on the coffee table, and saw that it was the lunch box he brought, and he asked with some surprise:

"You even brought a bento?"

Meng Zhiyang exhaled, he was not in the mood to discuss what bento, he swallowed the pain and asked:

"Looking for me?"

Wang Jun shrugged his shoulders and said:

"It's nothing, I'm just done, come here...... Hey, what's wrong with you, your face is so ugly? ”

Wang Jun suddenly found that Meng Zhiyang's face was pale and very uncomfortable, and his heart for small talk was gone, and he looked at Meng Zhiyang with a concerned face.

Exhaling again, Meng Zhiyang said:

"It's okay, it's just a little upset in my stomach."

"Then hurry up...... Forget it, I'll ask someone to bring stomach medicine, you take the medicine first and see if it can be relieved? ”

Wang Jun originally wanted to say that he would take him to the hospital, but he remembered that Meng Zhiyang hated the hospital very much, and it was impossible for him to go to the hospital unless he fainted in pain.

"No, I should be fine when I go home and rest."

Meng Zhiyang didn't think about going home, but he felt that he might not be productive if he stayed in the office any longer.

"Don't be reckless, taking medicine doesn't mean that you want to go to the hospital."

Wang Jun was a little anxious, regardless of whether Meng Zhiyang agreed or not, he got up and left Meng Zhiyang's office not long after he came back, still carrying a medical kit in his hand, and Wu Qian followed in with a glass of water.

As soon as Wang Jun put the medicine box on the coffee table, Wu Qian quickly opened the medicine box and found the stomach medicine, then poured out two pills according to the instructions and handed them to Meng Zhiyang and said:

"Mr. Meng, you should take the medicine first."

Seeing that Meng Zhiyang seemed to be really uncomfortable, Wu Qian looked worried, she didn't even notice that Meng Zhiyang was uncomfortable just now.

Wu Qian looked at the bento again, and didn't finish half of it, probably because Meng Zhiyang had an uncomfortable stomach before eating it.

The medicine was in front of him, and Meng Zhiyang didn't bother to say anything more about refusal, so he simply took the medicine and ate it with the warm water that Wu Qian brought in.

"Okay, I'll rest for a while and then go home, don't worry about me."

Meng Zhiyang covered his stomach and leaned back on the sofa, closing his eyes and enduring the still uncomfortable stomach.

"I'll send you back when you're better, and you can rest well in bed."

Wang Jun said with concern.

"Why don't you let me drive Mr. Meng back, there is an important meeting later, and if Mr. Meng is not there, Mr. Wang will need to preside over the meeting."

Wu Qian reminded Wang Jun of the afternoon meeting, firstly, the meeting really needs to be presided over, and secondly, Wu Qian also wants to take the opportunity to participate in Meng Zhiyang's private life. She can also take the opportunity to see where he lives by taking him home.

Wang Jun looked at Wu Qian and smiled, there is indeed a meeting in the afternoon. However, the time only started at four o'clock, and now it is less than two o'clock, even if he returns after sending Meng Zhiyang back, he can still catch the meeting time.

Wu Qian rushed to send Meng Zhiyang, and it was not difficult to see that she was selfish.

It's just that Wu Qian may not know Meng Zhiyang well enough, if Meng Zhiyang will have thoughts other than business for her, she will not wait until now to be indifferent.

Although Wang Jun somewhat guessed that Wu Qian had personal feelings for Meng Zhiyang, he didn't think that Wu Qian could get his wish, at least the Meng Zhiyang he knew was not so easy to like a woman.

Even a perfect woman like Zhuo Ruge doesn't care about Meng Zhiyang, and the woman who can make him fall in love doesn't know what it should be!

Moreover, Meng Zhiyang seems to love work more than women, so Wu Qian is probably just a unrequited love in vain.

Originally, Wang Jun couldn't bear not to let Wu Qian seize the opportunity, but Meng Zhiyang made Wu Qian's selfishness unsatisfied, and he refused:

"None of you have to send me, I'll go back myself."

"But you can't drive."

Wang Jun didn't want to agree to let him drive back by himself.

"Okay, I'm better, I can do it myself."

Meng Zhiyang did feel a little less uncomfortable, he stood up, picked up his coat and didn't want to say more, and walked out by himself.

Wu Qian wanted to follow, but Wang Jun stopped this time:

"Forget it, let him go back by himself."

At this time, Meng Zhiyang didn't like to have others around the most, because he didn't want people to see his weak appearance, so he said that he wanted to go home, because the house was quiet enough.

Although Wu Qian is selfish, it is not good to catch up again, after all, Meng Zhiyang's character is known to everyone in the company.

It's just that she is still secretly worried about Meng Zhiyang, and when she goes home, she doesn't know if he can really sleep?