The assistant handed over the phone, and Su Ci saw the familiar handsome face, Fu Nancheng.

He came over via video chat.

Fu Nancheng is now in the presidential suite of a six-star hotel. The first thing he sees is the low-key and luxurious decoration, which is his style. Because of the time difference, it is night where he is, and the bright champagne gold lights above his head make him look handsome. His face was gilded with gold.

He was wearing dark blue silk pajamas, and his neat short hair was wet. He had obviously just taken a shower, and he was young and handsome in a mess.

He looked over across the screen, frowned slightly, and asked in a low voice, "Why didn't you answer my call?"

Su Ci held the phone and said, "I didn't hear it."

"Ha." He laughed and cursed, "Little liar."

The little liar Su Ci, "..."

"President, this is the suit and shirt you will wear for the meeting later." At this time, a woman walked into the camera.

Su Ci recognized this voice, it was the woman who answered his phone just now.

The woman is wearing a black business suit, with a small black suit on top, a hip skirt on the bottom, black stockings on the bottom, and stiletto heels. She is a mature working woman with red lips and white teeth. She is so beautiful that she is eye-catching.

His suits and shirts were all held in her arms, ironed without any wrinkles, and placed gently on the big bed.

The woman looked up at him, her eyes full of light, and him.

Fu Nancheng didn't look at the woman, but at Su Ci in the camera, "What are you thinking about, female secretary."

His words made Su Ci blush. Why did he tell her this?

It's not surprising that a boss like him must have a female secretary who takes care of his daily life and food.

"I didn't think about anything."

Fu Nancheng looked at the half of her little face shown in the video. It had no scars and was fragile and beautiful. He lowered his voice and curled his lips, "I've been working since I came here. I don't have time to do anything. Don't think about it."

Su Ci found that the two of them were chatting a bit, and the atmosphere was already ambiguous.

She didn't understand why he took the initiative to explain, especially the words "Don't think about it", which really made her think too much.

This man is immersed in the shopping mall and is a natural leader. Needless to say, he has the charm of a mature and stable man. Whenever he is willing to be gentle, he gives people the illusion of affection, especially the magnetic voice that is deliberately lowered, which is very similar to the love between lovers. murmured.

Su Ci is only 20 years old and has never experienced this.

"If nothing happens, I'll hang up." She hurriedly hung up the phone.

Fu Nancheng has a meeting later, so he can't say much, "I'll stay in the hospital with peace of mind. We'll talk about everything when I get back."

The two ended the video chat, and the assistant said respectfully, "Ms. Su, we have arranged a senior nurse and a professional team of doctors for you here. If there is an emergency, please call me. I will be on hand at any time."

"Thank you."

After sending the assistant away, Su Ci sat by the bed to accompany her grandma. This time she thanked Fu Nancheng, as if Fu Nancheng's appearance had calmed her chaotic world.

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In the next two days, Su Ci made perfume during the day and rushed back to the hospital to be with her grandma at night. Because she was so tired, she lay beside her grandma's bed and fell asleep at night.

At this time, there was a steady sound of footsteps in the corridor outside, slowly approaching from far away, and then the ward door was opened.

Fu Nancheng is back.

The man came late at night, wearing a black coat and a black suit of the same color underneath, with black leather gloves on his hands, and came back dusty.

Secretary Song stayed outside and closed the door. Fu Nancheng came to the bed and looked at the sleeping girl lying beside the bed.

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