Zhuo Junyue just took off his shirt, he took a clean shirt from the closet and put it on.

Fang Yimeng looked at the way he was dressed, this man really had a different kind of charm in his gestures.

"Mr. Zhuo, Mrs. Zhuo must have misunderstood just now, doesn't it matter?"

"Get out!"

Zhuo Junyue didn't say more nonsense, but just said a rolling word coldly.

Fang Yimeng pursed the corners of his mouth, this man is really ruthless.

However, she is also content, Zhuo's image spokesperson, coupled with Zhuo's strong support, this time the Oscar is expected to fall into her hands.

It can be said that now she is worth a hundred times.

Fang Yimengsheng is a person who knows how to be a person, so naturally he will not touch the iron plate of Zhuo Junyue.

She got dressed and left quickly.

Zhuo Junyue's mood was not good, and he pressed the inner line, "Secretary Luo, disinfect my office, and all the single beds have to be replaced." ”

"Okay, President, I'll send someone to deal with it right away."

Secretary Luo feels that the president has been really inexplicable recently, but the president has always done things without being questioned by others.

Moreover, she knew that the president was in a bad mood, so she naturally would not sweep the tail of this typhoon.

Zhuo Junyue rubbed his eyebrows, not daring to think about what the little thing would be sad about.

The mobile phone on the desk rang, and he picked up the phone to see that it was Zhuo Mufeng calling.

"Hey ......"

"Brother, what do you think now? Are blisters more severe? ”

Zhuo Junyue raised his legs and looked at them, both thighs were already blistering.

Some of the blisters that grew at the beginning had already burst, and the blood that flowed out made Zhuo Junyue's brows wrinkle deeper.

He is a person with a habit of cleanliness, and this makes him even more uncomfortable.

"Mu Feng, the blisters are a little broken."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhuo Junyue's head ached, and his mobile phone was unstable, making it uncomfortable.

Zhuo Mufeng heard a bang on the phone across the phone, "Brother... How are you? Brother ......"

Zhuo Mufeng didn't hear Zhuo Junyue's voice, and heard some chaotic sounds.

Oh no, the virus must have started working again.

He hung up the phone and dialed Feng Youjia's number.

"Youjia, go into my brother's office immediately, there should be medicine in his pocket, let him take it quickly, I'll come over immediately."

Feng Youjia was startled when he received a call from Zhuo Mufeng.

The young grandmother was angry just now, and he was still worried in his heart.

At this moment, he walked into Zhuo Junyue's office and poured a glass of warm water.

As soon as he entered the door, Feng Youjia saw him collapsed behind his desk.

He quickly locked the door and rushed over, "President, you hold on......"

Zhuo Junyue's consciousness was a little blurred, and he only felt that his whole body hurt and wanted to vent.

Feng Youjia took out the medicine from his pocket and wanted to feed him. As a result, before the medicine could enter his mouth, he punched him.

The medicine bottle was knocked to the ground, and Zhuo Junyue was so painful that he just wanted to hit the wall to end it all.

Feng Youjia saw his painful appearance, didn't care about the bleeding nose, picked up the medicine, and held down Zhuo Junyue.

Even when he is sick, a lion is still a lion.

Feng Youjia was on guard this time, and suddenly pressed Zhuo Junyue's hand, and while he was screaming in pain, he quickly put the pill into his mouth.

"President, you're going to be fine, you're going to be fine......"

Feng Youjia has been with him for so many years, and he has never seen him like this.

In his eyes, the president is like a god. ()

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