Chapter Seventy-Seven: He Will Make Chinese Yangchun Noodles

Su Wei used up the sanitary napkins in his suitcase during his menstruation, and he could only use the public toilet paper in the bathroom for the last two days.

She had no money to buy it, and Nam Jae-hoon, who promised her a salary, never showed up again. Even if she wanted to discuss whether she could pay her part of her salary first, no one could convey it to him.

often can't eat enough, and keeps staying up late to increase the workload, and not heating at night, all of which made Su Wei sick.

She was groggily huddled in a corner, covered with almost all of her clothes. The water in the thermos cup was already cold, but she still touched it and poured it.

She asked in the housekeeping department, and then in the restaurant, but no one could give her a pill. She tried to ask Jon for help, but the housekeeping staff told her that Jon had only stayed here for two nights before leaving.

Su Wei didn't eat for a day and a night, so he survived with a little water in a thermos cup. She was the first to come to the staff cafeteria the next morning, her lips chapped and her voice so hoarse that she couldn't speak. When someone squeezed her back, she stared at the wolf-like eyes, lifted the thermos and smashed it on the man's head.

The man jumped away with a frightened sound, Su Wei was the first to hit the meal, and was stared at by her like a wolf, this time the meal was particularly sufficient.

After eating enough, Su Wei also walked along with two pancakes, and went back directly to the boiling water room to carry a thermos of boiling water. The heating in the lounge was turned on during the day, and Su Wei fell asleep comfortably on the kang.

This sleep lasted until lunchtime, and this time she wasn't the first to arrive, but she still had her meal.

Someone even gave Su Wei a seat, but she still went back to the lounge to eat with her own food.

She hated eating with those people and thought it would be hard to swallow.

While eating, I saw the room attendant on the second floor come in and said to Su Wei, "The president asked you to go to his room." ”

Su Wei was not so eager to see Nam Jae-hoon now, and said vaguely with food in his mouth: "Tell the president that I will go over after eating." ”

The waiter was stunned for a while, and when he saw that Su Wei was desperate to stuff rice into his mouth, he retreated.

When she went upstairs after eating, she saw Nam Jae-hoon knocking on the door of room 203. Su Wei's steps on the carpet were particularly light, and Nam Jae-hoon was facing away from her.

Not far behind him, Su Wei stopped there and didn't go any further. Until I heard Nan Zaixun call in Chinese: "Su Wei, are you inside?" ”

Su Wei knew that he was looking for her, so he replied behind him: "President, I'm not there, I'm here." ”

Nam Jae-hoon turned around and said in surprise, "They said you were eating in the room?" ”

Su Wei nodded: "Yes, I came over as soon as I finished eating, president." ”

Nam Jae-hoon was stunned for a moment before he spoke: "Come to my house." ”

"Yes, President."

After entering the house, Nam Jae-hoon sat on the sofa, and Su Wei stood there not far away as usual. In front of him, she always kept her head down, because he was the boss!

"Can you not draw my face on your next design?"

Su Wei carefully discerned it, and did not hear anger or other bad emotions in Nam Jae-hoon's tone.

She cleared her throat and replied, "Okay president, but I don't have a model for reference, but not in the future, I will leave that face empty." ”

"Well, it's okay to be empty, you're doing this to make it difficult for us to explain between husband and wife."

Su Wei's heart, which was no longer painful, suddenly hurt, she was a little suffocated in pain, and bit her lower lip fiercely to prevent her pain from being discovered by him.

She nodded with difficulty, and her voice became even hoarse: "I know the president, and I won't do it again in the future." ”

"Okay, you can go back."

"Yes, President."

Su Wei also wanted to leave his room quickly, otherwise she was afraid that she would not be able to cry here. Her steps were in a hurry, but when he was about to open the door, he asked her, "Where do you live now?" ”

Su Wei swallowed, so as not to let his voice bring out the cry: "I live in the staff lounge, president." ”

"Are you sick?"

"It's just a cold, I won't delay my work, president. If nothing else, I'll go back first. ”

Su Wei never turned around, and she didn't know that Nam Jae-hoon was standing not far behind her and watching her.

"The housekeeping department has medicine, what do you use to get it yourself."

"Thank you, President, I'm fine."

Su Wei couldn't stay here any longer, she almost escaped from Nam Jae-hoon's room. Back in the lounge, she covered herself in a down jacket and couldn't hold back anymore, but she didn't dare to cry.

Su Wei didn't go to eat dinner, washed his face with cold water, and felt that his head didn't hurt so much, so he lay down in the lounge to draw the design draft.

But this time she couldn't draw well, he wouldn't let her paint his face, and she had no more inspiration.

The front side is scrapped and painted on the reverse side, but the reverse side still can't be drawn. The night stopped warming, and Su Wei cowered in the corner thinking about what to do?

Suddenly, she took out another piece of paper, and this time she drew Nam Jae-hoon's face, and then the clothes were drawn smoothly.

There was a bang The door of the lounge was opened, and Su Wei knew that she was alone in this room at night, so she was so frightened that she knelt up.

Seeing Nam Jae-hoon standing at the door and looking down at her, Su Wei hurriedly picked up the sketch and said, "I will wipe my face off, and the whole painting will be erased, otherwise I will have no inspiration." ”

Nam Jae-hoon came in and took the sketch in her hand, squatted in front of her and asked, "Su Wei, do you like me?" ”

Su Wei nodded subconsciously, but damn it, she remembered that he was her boss at this moment. She shook her head and waved her hand to deny: "No, no, Su Wei doesn't dare, I don't dare to like the president." But what he said didn't feel right, so he corrected: "Su Wei is an employee, and he doesn't dare to like the president with the love of men and women." I'm sorry President, Su Wei will never paint your face again in the future, I promise, I promise not to draw it. ”

Her eyes were full of horror, and Nam Jae-hoon looked up at her from the sketch and asked, "Are you afraid of me?" ”

"Yes, it's respect, and as an employee, I respect my boss. President, I really don't dare in the future. So saying, she turned around and rummaged, and the more anxious she was, the more she couldn't find it.

Nam Jae-hoon tilted his head to look at her: "What are you looking for?" ”

"Eraser, I'm looking for an eraser, president, I'll erase it, I won't dare in the future, I really don't dare."

Nam Jae-hoon stretched out his hand and touched the kang on the ground, frowned and asked, "Isn't this room heated?" ”

Su Wei found her eraser at this time, stretched out his hands but didn't dare to snatch back the sketch from Nam Zaixun's hand, so he stretched out his hand and replied: "I am heating during the day, but I am alone at night, and the heating is very wasteful." I'm not cold, President, can you give me back the sketch first, and I'll wipe your face off. ”

Nam Jae-hoon returned the sketch to her, and Su Wei knelt there and carefully wiped her carefully painted facial features, which was his face.

After wiping it, he used a pencil to repair the more erased places, and until he finished repairing, he handed his hands to Nam Jae-hoon.

He took it and looked at it, there was a drop of water on the painting, he stroked it with his fingertips, sat down cross-legged across from her and asked, "You have a cold, right?" ”

Su Wei didn't dare to admit it, so he lowered his head and said, "I stayed up late to draw the design draft, it's okay, it's much better now." Thank you for your concern, I'll be fine soon, and I'll draw more design drafts. ”

"Have you taken your medicine?"

"I don't have to take pills, really, he'll grow."

"You don't have to call the president when you talk to me."

"Yes, President, uh no, uh, yes, I know, it will-" Su Wei closed her mouth, the more she talked, the more confused she became.

"I'm hungry, come with me to get something to eat." Nam Jae-hoon got up as he spoke.

Su Wei knelt there and didn't move: "I won't go, there is still a manuscript that has not been finished." ”

"You didn't go to the restaurant for dinner, let's go, I just didn't eat much."

"I can't eat with the president, I'm just a staff member, sorry president."

Nam Jae-hoon sighed, stretched out his hand and pulled Su Wei up: "I said don't call me president, let's go, I will make Chinese Yangchun noodles and make them for you to taste." ”