After a long time, Song He slowly straightened up and raised her head high, hoping that this would shorten the height difference between her and Yin Zheng's natural birth. I also hope that I can rub Yin Zheng's invincible arrogance.

It's a pity, even if Song He raises his head high, it's useless.

"This is all the information of the K-Group, and if you can get this case within five days, I will admit that what you just said is right."

After that, Yin Zheng didn't look at Song He, and directly threw the information in his hand on Song He's body, and left the bedroom again with arrogant steps. At the moment when the bedroom door closed again, Yin Zheng glanced at the tray he brought in with a little meaning.

I hope that stubborn little girl can eat obediently and regain her combat effectiveness.

This night, Yin Zheng ate all the sweet and sour tenderloin left over from Song He's noon, and finally turned around and walked into the study, sometimes the little girl still couldn't push too hard, he was afraid that Song He's pressure was too great.

After all, he had seen Song He's stubborn temper.

And Song He in the bedroom still lived up to Yin Zheng's kindness, since Yin Zheng left, her eyes have never left the computer and the information left by Yin Zheng. I have to say that this time the task is too tricky.

By the time Song He rang out the food on the tray, it was already three o'clock in the morning, and even though the air conditioner in the bedroom kept the room at room temperature, those meals were already cold.

Hungry and unbearable, Song He had to sneak to the kitchen lightly, but she turned around, and the kitchen was clean and spotless.

It's really annoying, what's wrong with her Yin Zheng has a slight cleanliness habit, so the cook basically won't eat leftovers for a long time.

In other words, now the only thing that can make Song He wrap his stomach is the leftovers in the bedroom.

Looking at the sweet and sour tenderloin on the plate, Song He didn't know whether he should be sad or happy. The taste of the cold sweet and sour tenderloin is not too bad, but it doesn't matter to Song He now.

Eating and eating, Song He felt a chill on his face, it turned out that he didn't know when, her tears had already run out disobediently, and Song He hadn't noticed it.

The floor was cold, the food was cold, and not long after eating, Song He felt a pang of discomfort in his stomach.

Really like Jason said, her stomach was already terrible and she couldn't afford to toss, so a cold meal successfully helped her get stomach colic.

The sound insulation effect in the villa is so good that Song He rolled on the bed in pain, and no one noticed that he couldn't help but snort in pain. This pain lasted until Song He fainted in pain.

The next day.

The golden sunlight shone on Song He's pale face, as if Song He had drawn a natural makeup, making Song He's whole person look really like he was asleep.

Yin Zheng looked at the documents scattered all over the place, as well as the plates with only a little leftovers left on the tray, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly. He wanted to cover Song He with a blanket, and he found that the air conditioner in the bedroom was turned off by Song He for some time, and the morning was still a little cold in this season.

He was afraid that Song He would catch a cold.

But before his hand could get the blanket, Song He, who was lying on the bed, finally regained some consciousness, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and slowly opened his eyes.

"Why are you here?"

Song He looked at Yin Zheng in front of him, and subconsciously shrank his body back, his eyes full of vigilance and fear.

was stabbed in the heart by Song He's subconscious movements and the vigilance in his eyes. Yin Zheng withdrew his hands, and the whole person returned to his previous coldness: "I'm about to be late for work, you still have five minutes to go, I don't want to wait!"

Leaving aside the cold words, Yin Zheng turned around and left, and went downstairs to eat breakfast, childishly without waiting for Song He.

It's just that he can't help but look forward to Song He's busy running downstairs for a while.

It's a pity that until Yin Zheng drank the last sip of milk in the cup, he still didn't wait for Song He.

"Drive!" Yin Zheng sat in the leather seat of the black Bentley, and his tone was ten times colder than usual.

"But Secretary Song, she ......"

"Chen Che, don't forget who your master is! Or, do you really want to go to Africa to experience life? Yin Zheng raised his eyebrows and looked at Chen Che who was sitting in front, exuding a dangerous aura all over his body.

Knowing Yin Zheng's temper, Chen Che didn't dare to speak again, so he had to pray silently for Song He in his heart, wishing her good luck and not being late.

The black Bentley galloped away, and Yin Zheng, who was sulking in the car, didn't know that Song He had a high fever at this time, and he didn't have the slightest strength in his body, so he couldn't get up at all.

No one noticed Song He's strange appearance, even the cook thought that Song He was angry with her young master, and deliberately locked herself in the room.

Until ten o'clock in the morning, Yin Zheng looked at the seat that was still empty, and finally couldn't bear it, picked up his mobile phone and dialed Song He's phone, listening to the beep on the phone, Yin Zheng felt that his patience was about to run out.

"Song He, if you don't answer the phone within thirty seconds, you're dead!"

Yin Zheng said through gritted teeth on his mobile phone.

However, the phone rang for fifty seconds, and there was still no answer. Yin Zheng remembered yesterday's sweet and sour tenderloin, and planned to give Song He another chance, so he dialed Song He's phone again, but the result was still like this.

All the way to the replay for the third and fourth times. In the end, Yin Zheng put down the documents in his hand uneasily, and even Chen Che didn't shout, and drove directly to the direction of the villa.

He promised that if Song He didn't answer the phone because he was still angry with him, then he would definitely make Song He regret it this time!

Yin Zheng, who was in a hurry, drove the car fast, and he only took fifteen minutes to travel for thirty minutes. Even the traffic police felt that Yin Zheng was an excellent racing driver who was delayed by the business circle.

"Young Master, why are you back now?" The housekeeper looked at Yin Zheng, who walked in angrily, and bent down slightly forty-five degrees, looking puzzled.

"Where's the young grandmother? Let her come out and see me! Yin Zheng was so anxious that he didn't even change his shoes, walked directly into the living room, looked at the housekeeper and asked.

"Isn't the young grandmother in the company?" The housekeeper was puzzled, paused and continued: "The young grandmother left an hour ago, but her face seems to be not very well, maybe it was delayed on the road...... Hey, young master, where are you going? Young Master......"

Without waiting for the housekeeper to finish speaking, Yin Zheng rushed out directly.

Yin Zheng sat in the car, driving along the side of the road from his home to the company, while constantly thinking about what the housekeeper had just said. Song He went out an hour ago, but she hasn't arrived at the company yet, is there really something wrong?

The more Yin Zheng thought about it, the more panicked he became, his mind was spinning rapidly, and his hands did not stop, and he immediately dialed Chen Che's phone.

"Put down all the work on your hand and tell me if all the large and small hospitals have accepted a patient named Song He today."