Forget it, anyway, it counts as the phone call she made first, and she lowered her head first.

Moreover, he had a small hope in his heart, what if she called a condolence call?

Without further hesitation, he took a deep breath and answered the phone.

"What's the matter?" He deliberately spoke in a cold tone, expressing to her that he was still angry.

But that voice was still enchanting and hateful, so much so that Luo Xiangyu felt his blood boiling when she said the first sentence.

"Mr. Luo, are you in the company?" The crispy and soft tone, the tail note is raised, like the most deadly*, Luo Xiangyu, who has not heard her voice for several days, only feels that he has been bewitched, and his lower abdomen is tight, and even the anger in his heart seems to have diluted a lot.

Goblin!

Luo Xiangyu gritted his teeth, feeling that he shouldn't have thrown away his armor so early, at least he should pretend to be indifferent on the surface.

"Where are you?" A cold voice came from his nasal cavity, indifferent without a trace of emotion.

"Put on a mask."

Listen, listen! There is no guilt in the tone, and there is no attitude of admitting mistakes.

His chest rose and fell, pinching his mobile phone and wishing it was the heartless woman, just smash it!

Luo Xiangyu was silent for a few seconds and asked, "You don't know where I am?" ”

"Not in the company?" There was a pause, and he hesitated a little, "Did you go to find a new * because you quarreled with me?" ”

Luo Xiangyu was choked and speechless, and before he could say anything, he said again: "Then I'll move out quickly, don't let your new friend come and make people think that you have a problem with your character." ”

He heard the woman whisper again, "Although there is a problem with her character." ”

Luo Xiangyu was laughed at angrily, but the next second he felt disheartened, he didn't go back for so many days, this woman ignored him, and finally called once and still had something to find him.

…… He thought it was a condolence call.

"So where are you, Mr. Luo? I'll go to you. ”

The man leaning on the hospital bed had dark eyes like ink, but his voice was extremely calm: "Mu Shaohan, I'm in the hospital." ”

There was no sound coming from the other end, and Luo Xiangyu didn't speak, he thought, this woman's silence was worried about him.

Just like a few days ago, she threw the cup as quickly as she did.

Even if it's self-deception, he's willing to believe it.

"Shengyi Hospital?"

The corners of Luo Xiangyu's lips unconsciously curved a little: "Shengyi Hospital, VIP3 ward." In his tone, there was joy that he didn't even notice.

The phone hung up.

He leaned against the head of the bed for a long time, and after waiting for a few minutes, he pressed the inner line and called for someone to come in.

"President!"

Fang Zhao, who received his inner line, rushed in as soon as possible, just now in the earpiece, the president named himself, not Linda or Purana, does this mean that the president has great trust in him, so the first thing that comes to mind when there is anything is him?

"Arrange a makeup artist to come and put me on makeup."

The man's voice was low, Fang Zhao's originally smiling face froze, and he asked again in disbelief: "President, you, what did you say?" ”

Luo Xiangyu frowned slightly, and said coldly: "Arrange a makeup artist to come over." ”

Fang Zhao looked at the bed again and again, and it was not until he was sure that the man with a black face and pursed lips was the president of his family, and then he left the ward in a trance.

Standing outside the door was the intern who had learned that the president was hospitalized and guarded, and he still didn't know her name.

Seeing him come out, she hurriedly trotted over, looking nervous.

"Secretary Fang, how is the president?"

Fang Zhao turned his head, his head was still blurry, he didn't care if it was a secret or not, his face was broken, and he just wanted to find someone to confide in his heart: "The president said that he wanted a makeup artist." ”

"Makeup ......" The intern was stunned, and then smiled: "I'm good at this, Secretary Fang doesn't have to go to someone else." ”

"Huh?" Fang Zhaogang took out the phone to contact an internationally renowned makeup artist, although he didn't know if the president was mentally stimulated or had something else, but in line with the supremacy of the president, the task assigned to him was to be completed immediately.

As a result, the little intern suddenly said this to Fang Zhao, which made his already trance-like spirit even more bent.

"Secretary Fang, my makeup skills are very good."

The little intern swore with a sworn face, Fang Zhao looked her up and down, and shook his head: "No, you are not prepared, you don't know what the president needs." ”

"You wait."

The petite girl took off the schoolbag behind her, then put it on her lap, unzipped it, lifted the schoolbag in front of him, and raised her head: "Is it enough?" ”

Fang Zhao looked at the dazzling array of bottles and cans inside that he couldn't name, and nodded dumbly.

When he walked to the door with someone, he couldn't help but turn around and ask, "What's your name?" ”

The girl raised a smile: "My name is Yuan Jin." ”

Fang Zhao nodded and led the person in.

In the ward, Luo Xiangyu was looking at the company's information, and when he saw them coming in, he didn't say anything, and gave an order directly.

He asked Yuan Jin to draw a makeup that would make him look seriously ill, Fang Zhao was worried that she didn't have the ability, but the girl actually responded directly.

An hour later, he was amazed.

Luo Xiangyu squinted slightly and leaned against the head of the bed, his face was pale, his lips were chapped, and he did look terminally ill.

When Yuan Jin just packed all his things into his backpack, the door of the ward was pushed open.

The visitor was wearing a knee-high black trench coat with no buttons, revealing the long coffee-colored dress she was wearing, and when she got closer, she found that she was still carrying a small bag in her hand.

"Miss Mu."

First, Fang Zhao shouted at her, and the woman winked at him, bewitching like a goblin, making him blush directly and stand in place uneasily.

Luo Xiangyu frowned unhappily and said coldly, "Go out." ”

Fang Zhao was on the verge of amnesty for a while, and pulled Yuan Jin and walked out.

When passing by Mu Shaohan, Yuan Jin's schoolbag touched her leg.

"I'm sorry." Yuan Jin turned his head and apologized to her.

Mu Shaohan shook his head, with a smile on his lips: "Little sister, don't you want my phone?" ”

"Han'er."

A slightly muffled voice came from behind them.

Mu Shaohan raised his eyebrows and stopped talking, but his eyes looked at the backs of Fang Zhao and Yuan Jin until the door closed.

"Why can't you stand there?" The hoarse voice revealed some weakness, and Mu Shaohan walked towards him, but the look in his head was still the one he saw inadvertently.

The girl named Yuan Jin looked at her with jealousy in her eyes.

"Wow!" Mu Shaohan exclaimed, she opened her mouth slightly, and looked at the man on the bed with some disbelief: "Why did you become like this." ”

followed by a burst of wanton and flamboyant laughter, until Luo Xiangyu's face was so black that she couldn't be darker anymore, she restrained a little, but she still couldn't help but say: "Mr. Luo, it's not a good thing to overindulge." ”

Luo Xiangyu couldn't bear to be ridiculed by her anymore, and he didn't pretend to be sick anymore, so he immediately lifted the quilt and got out of bed.