In fact, Song Xuran is not completely ignorant of nothing, he cooked by himself in the years when he studied abroad, so there is no problem with some simple dishes.

The maid helped Song Xuran cut the preserved eggs, helped him find the spices he needed, and then withdrew.

Several old servants were moved, thinking that the young master had grown up, was sensible, and knew that he loved his wife.

Song Xuran cooked the porridge, filled a few more prepared side dishes, and brought them into the guest room.

"Get up and drink porridge." There was a small movable table in the guest room, and Song Xuran put the porridge on the table and pushed it to the side of the bed.

Luo Ying, who had just finished applying the medicine, was lying on the bed, and she came out of the bathroom after washing her hands, and now she felt that she might have a fever.

"I probably have a fever, I'm so tired." Luo Ying's voice was a little hoarse, and she glanced at the porridge made by Song Xuran, but it was actually in good condition.

"I'll feed you." Song Xuran grabbed Luo Ying, picked up the bowl, scooped up a spoonful, blew it, and handed it to Luo Ying's mouth.

Luo Ying opened her mouth and took a sip, unexpectedly, the taste was okay, the spice taste was not heavy, salty and palatable.

Song Xuran fed Luo Ying one bite at a time, and actually drank half a bowl of porridge.

After drinking, Song Xuran poured another cup of hot water for Luo Ying and fed her fever-reducing medicine. Finally, he wrapped the quilt and carried Luo Ying to the master bedroom.

"I won't go to work today, I'll stay with you at home, and let the maid clean up your things, you will live in the master bedroom in the future, and the hostess will not be like living in the guest room." Song Xuran glanced at Luo Ying with a gentle face.

He had already put the phone on silent, and as soon as he got it, he saw that there were several missed calls on the phone.

All of them were from Xiao Wu, and Xiao Wu also sent two text messages.

"President, why don't you come to work yet?"

"President, the new secretary has been recruited, do you want to take a look?"

Song Xuran clicked on the dialog box and replied, "I'm working from home today, let's send the documents to my home." ”

Xiao Wu looked puzzled, the president is a workaholic, 365 days a year, 350 days are working, today is still a working day, he is late, and he has to work from home.

In short, the president's recent behavior has been weird.

took Luo Ying's mobile phone to delete his friends, and re-recruited a male secretary, the requirement is to be over 35 years old, and he is late.

This is all related to Luo Ying. Xiao Wuyi patted his thigh, understood, this old man finally had his first spring at the age of 28, congratulations, congratulations.

As the president's most intimate employee, he must support and support strongly.

After packing the documents, Xiao Wu bought a large bouquet of roses at the flower shop, there were ninety-nine, packed them, and rushed to the villa where Song Xuran lived.

As soon as Song Xuran opened the door, he saw a large bouquet of roses, his face was a little dark, and his whole hand was clenched, because he had never bought roses at all, which was given to Luo Ying by someone who didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

"President, this is the rose I bought, give it to my wife, she must like it." Xiao Wu's face peeked out of the roses, and he looked flattering.

"What about the documents? Send a file grinding chirp, are you a waste? ”

Xiao Wuyi didn't know anything, so he was innocently scolded.

"Here." He took out the document, handed it to Song Xuran, and carefully observed Song Xuran's facial expression.

And the kiss marks on the neck, cough.

Why is the president so angry, is it desire, demand, and dissatisfaction?

"And I brought the roses back?" Xiao Wu said tentatively.

"Stay, you can get out." Song Xuran took the document in one hand and the rose in the other.