finally sent Yan Jin back to the door of his villa.

Song Ci'an said to Yan Jin in the back seat.

"Mr. Yan, we're here, if there's nothing else, I'll go back first"

Just when she thought that as long as she sent people, she would be considered to have completed the task.

I never thought that Yan Jin's lazy voice sounded.

"That's how you take care of the sick."

Song Ci'an heard the implication of his words that he couldn't leave yet.

She pretended to be stupid and stunned, and at the same time squeezed a smile out of her face.

"Mr. Yan, is there anything else that needs to be arranged for me?"

"I don't have the strength to do it, you have to help me in."

Yan Jin's tone was like calling a servant, which made her feel uncomfortable.

But I did it anyway.

He is not only his superior, but now he has the identity of a patient.

Song Ja'an didn't dare to say anything if he had an opinion.

It took a lot of effort to finally settle the people.

Knowing that Yan Jin hadn't eaten dinner yet, Song Ja'an went into the kitchen to make some porridge.

Luckily, there were some ingredients left in the fridge.

She tinkered for a while before making a simple bowl of porridge, putting it on the table and leaving.

If he didn't leave, Yan Jin probably made another request to himself.

Then she didn't want to go back.

When Song Ci got home and turned on her phone, she found that Xu Huai had sent her several messages.

reacted after realizing it, and immediately sent a message to Xu Huai Day.

Explain that she had something to do and walked away.

In order to apologize, she invited Xu Huai to dinner another day.

After a moment of silence, he suggested that the meal time be set for tomorrow night, and Song Ja'an readily agreed.

The next day, I went to work as normal.

originally thought that Yan Jin would not appear in the company due to physical reasons.

The two met at the elevator entrance.

Song Ja-an hesitated to say hello.

However, Yan Jin didn't give her a single look, so he dispelled the idea.

Yan Jin's exclusive elevator door opened.

Song Ja An watched the door close.

He still had an indifferent face, as if he didn't remember what had happened yesterday.

This time, Song Ci'an can see it, anyway, it is not the first time that he has crossed the river and demolished the bridge.

So it's no wonder.

"Mr. Yan, Chairman Yan called this morning to inquire about your physical condition."

As soon as the secretary entered the office, he reported to Yan Jin.

I'm really afraid of something.

At the beginning, she was worried that the news of Mr. Yan's hospitalization would be discovered by Chairman Yan.

wanted to tell the truth, but Yuan Chi didn't let her do it.

Sure enough, as soon as there was a stir, the old chairman couldn't hide it at all.

"Just say I'm fine, and if he doesn't believe me, ignore it."

Yan Jin's words made the secretary cry without tears.

The old chairman is his father, so he can naturally choose not to reply.

But she's just a small secretary, and if she doesn't tell the truth, her job may not be guaranteed.

Yan Jin saw the secretary's embarrassment and said slowly.

"I'll talk to him personally."

This kind of answer made the secretary feel relieved.

Only then did I have the energy to start working on other work matters.

Don't forget to ask Yan Jin if he has any other requirements for lunch at noon.

"Just prepare porridge for me."

Yan Jin's tone did not fluctuate at all, and the secretary who received the order could only do it.

Thinking that his physical condition should indeed be lighter.

As everyone knows, Yan Jin wanted to drink porridge because Song Ci'an cooked him a bowl last night, and the taste was not very good, and it was not a chef's skill.

But it can make him think about it all the time.

After drinking the bowl of porridge, he had a dream last night.

In the dream, there was a vague figure of a woman cooking in the kitchen, and it took him a while to see that it was fried rice.

The woman asked herself with a smile how it tasted.

Before he could answer, he had woken up from the dream, his chest still empty.