My president looks a bit familiar

"Is his stomach feeling bad?" Si Lian asked fearfully.

This was not recorded in the required courses for the president's special assistant, otherwise she would not have let Zhan Nanye eat such spicy hot pot last night.

Dr. Shen said, "You don't know how busy he was when he first took over Zhan's. In those years, he was busy working day and night, had irregular work, rest and diet, and suffered from serious stomach problems. It was at this time last year that he was busy with the American branch. Even though I was so busy that I had stomach bleeding, I still insisted on working on the front line.”

The world sees Zhan Nanye as a shining overlord in the business world. He is resolute and ruthless in his methods. However, a few people know how much he has sacrificed to get to where he is today.

When competing for the president's special assistant, Si Lian read so much information about Zhan Nanye that he naively thought he knew everything about Zhan Nanye.

However, the longer she stayed with him, the more she felt that she, like everyone else, didn't understand him at all and didn't know what he had been through over the years.

"It's all my fault last night. I took him to eat hot pot." Si Lian blamed herself so much, "Dr. Shen, he doesn't want to see a doctor, so he has to invite you over."

"He didn't let Xin Ping and I follow him to the Imperial Capital this time." Dr. Shen paused and then said, "He is an adult. He decides what to eat. I don't blame you. If you can, please give me some Let him cook some yam porridge. The yam porridge nourishes his stomach. You let him eat like this for the next two days."

"Okay." Si Lian was about to hang up the phone after answering, but Dr. Shen stopped her again, "Si Lian, Aye is a very strong-willed person and will never let others see his fragile side. His actual condition may be worse than ours. What you see is more serious. You have to take good care of him these days, his stomach can't stand the torture."

"Doctor Shen, don't worry, I will take good care of him." Si Lian came to the kitchen and looked at the refrigerator first. There happened to be yams in the refrigerator.

She washed the rice and put it into the pot quickly, peeled and cut the yams and put them in the pot. It would take some time to make the porridge, so she was worried and went upstairs to see Zhan Nanye.

He was still lying on the sofa in the living room, one hand pressing on his stomach, asleep, and his eyebrows were furrowed.

Si Lian couldn't bear to wake him up, so she turned around and went to his room to get a thin blanket to cover him. When she was about to leave, he reached out and grabbed her again.

He pulled hard, so hard that it hurt Si Lian's wrists. "Mr. Zhan, you hurt me."

She thought he was awake, but when she looked down, she saw that his eyes were still closed, and the action of grabbing her seemed to be subconscious.

"I'm sorry!" He murmured three words, and the tone was like gently plucked strings. It sounded nice, but made people feel uncomfortable.

"What's the use of saying sorry to me? You have to say it to your wife." Si Lian thought he thought she was the CEO's wife, so she twitched her hand, but couldn't pull it out, so she let him hold it.

His stomach must be very uncomfortable, and he sometimes frowned in his sleep, sometimes showing a look of pain that she had never seen before.

But I have to say that even if he is sick and pale, this man's face is still good-looking. There is something so sick that people want to torture him.

The broken beauty of Ru.

Si Lian was frightened by this terrible thought in his heart and quickly looked away from him.She didn't look at it, but her hand was held by him, so she couldn't ignore his presence even if she wanted to.

His hands are also very beautiful, long and slender, with well-defined joints. They are countless times prettier than those made from hand molds.

I don’t know how long it took, but it was so long that night was approaching and the lights outside shone into the house, so long that her wrists were numb from being held by him, so long that she was about to fall asleep on the sofa, when Zhan Nan came to her ears. Ye's deep and pleasant voice said, "Si Lian?"

The drowsy Si Lian suddenly raised his head and saw that his usually beautiful and charming peach blossom eyes were full of doubts.

Si Lian quickly explained, "Mr. Zhan, you are holding me, but I can't pull away, so I can only sit here with you."

That's it!

He thought she had discovered something and took the initiative to go upstairs to accompany him. It turned out that he was overthinking it.

Si Lian moved to remind him that he was still holding her wrist, "Mr. Zhan, let me go first."

Zhan Nanye let go of his hand in frustration, "Sorry! I..."

"I know, you must have mistakenly thought I was the CEO's wife so you grabbed my hand." Seeing that he was a little fragile in his illness, it should be because of the trouble between him and the CEO's wife.

Si Lian thought for a while and decided to say a few words, "Mr. Zhan, if you care about the CEO's wife so much, just talk to her and don't keep everything in your heart."

"Can we just talk about it?" Zhan Nanye thought about having a good talk with her, but he didn't dare to take the risk.

Si Lian said, "You have to try everything. If you don't try, how do you know if it will work?"

"Well, what you said makes sense." He smiled, "When we return to Xiangjiang, you can book a hotel according to your preferences, and I will ask her to have a talk."

"Okay. I'll get ready when I get back." Si Lian sincerely hopes that he and the CEO's wife can reconcile as soon as possible, so that she can do her job better.

She then remembered that there was still porridge in the pot, "Mr. Zhan, I have porridge in the pot that will nourish your stomach. I will bring it to you to eat some, and then go to bed early."

Zhan Nanye, "Thank you!"

"You don't have to thank me." Si Lian lowered his head and said dullly, "If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have eaten such spicy food last night, and you wouldn't have stomach problems. Mr. Zhan, I'm sorry!"

"I don't blame you, don't blame yourself." Zhan Nanye reached out his hand and gently rubbed the ball on the top of her head.

This was also the first time that he rubbed the balls on the top of her head. Her hair was dark and smooth, and it felt good to the touch.

He took his hand back and put it on the tip of his nose, smelling it gently, and his hand was stained with some of her hair fragrance.The fragrance is light, but refreshing.

Si Lian was startled by his sudden overstep, but when she met his calm gaze, she felt that she was overthinking it, "Mr. Zhan, I'm going to serve the porridge first."

Zhan Nanye said, "Okay."

Si Lian fled his room as if fleeing. Zhan Nanye raised his finger to the tip of his nose and smelled it. The scent of his little wife was still there, not only fragrant but also very sweet.

……

Si Lian served the porridge, and when he turned around, Zhan Nanye, who was supposed to be resting in his room, was standing at the door, "Mr. Zhan, why are you down here?"

Zhan Nanye asked instead, "Are you good at cooking?"

Si Lian feels that she has a lot of specialty dishes, and everyone who has tried them says they are good, but the only people who are lucky enough to eat her cooking are grandma, Tang Tang and Meng Ziyin.

No matter what she cooks, the three of them think it is the most delicious in the world, so her true cooking skills have yet to be tested.

She said humbly, "Mr. Zhan, I can only cook a few home-cooked dishes. I can't put them on the table, let alone compare with your chef."

"Home-cooked food must have the taste of home. Chefs can make all kinds of delicious food, but it will never feel like home." Zhan Nanye's eyes fell on her, sincere and serious, "Can you teach me how to make two home-cooked dishes? ?”