I have a sweet wife at home, and my CEO husband wants to post it

Jiang Sai applied for three days of sick leave, but Tang Xiaoyan deliberately made things difficult for her, "I was fine yesterday, but are you sick today? I've been asking for three days in a row, and Xiao Xie still doesn't understand anything. Who will take over your job?"

When she was in the hospital yesterday, Jiang Sai asked Xiao Xie to take a photo of her in a wheelchair, and she sent the photo to Tang Xiaoyan along with the doctor's instructions.

At the same time, a paragraph of text was posted. The labor law stipulates that enterprise employees should be given a certain period of medical treatment due to illness or non-work-related injuries. If you do not approve it, you are violating the labor law.

After sending the message, she put down her phone and didn't look at what Tang Xiaoyan replied.

Tired and sleepy last night, Jiang Sai went to bed early. When he woke up in the morning, Gu Xun had already gone to work.

Jiang Sai stretched and felt a little melancholy for the first time when he was not around when she woke up.

Habit is really a scary thing. Jiang Sai shook his head to wake himself up and prepare to get up and wash up.

She used her left foot as a fulcrum to move her butt little by little, carefully moving to the edge of the bed.

Zhang Guifen knocked on the door, "Madam, have you gotten up? Is it convenient now? I'll open the door and come in."

It's early in the morning. Does Aunt Zhang have something to do with her? Jiang Sai responded with confusion, "Okay, please come in."

After receiving the approval, Zhang Guifen walked in and said, "Madam, don't move around. Ask me to do anything you want."

Jiang Sai couldn't laugh or cry, "I need to wash up, can you do it for me?"

"Madam, please wait a moment." Zhang Guifen said nothing, ran to the bathroom in a hurry, and ran out again.

The mouthwash cup was filled with water, the toothbrush was filled with toothpaste, and a basin was placed in front of Jiang Sai, "Madam, spit the water you rinsed your mouth into the basin."

Jiang Sai scratched his head. Aunt Zhang asked her to wash up next to the bed?

"There's no need to be so exaggerated. My foot is sprained, not broken."

Zhang Guifen gave her a look of affirmation, "Yes, madam. My husband told me not to let you move around at will, but to take care of you in all aspects, so that you can recover as soon as possible."

Zhang Guifen had previously proposed to take over the part-time job, but Gu Xun said that if she took good care of Jiang Sai in the past few days, she would be qualified for the job.

She immediately said that there was no problem and she would definitely satisfy Gu Xun.

Zhang Guifen is full of expectations for her future work life, "Madam, call me when you're done washing up, and I'll prepare breakfast for you."

Ten minutes later, she came in with a small dining table and placed it on the bed. There were fried dough sticks and preserved egg and lean meat porridge that Jiang Sai loved to eat.

Jiang Sai was dumbfounded, "You're not going to let me eat, drink, and poop on the bed, right?"

Zhang Guifen gave Jiang Sai a reassuring look, "No, I will bring you the food. If you need to go to the toilet, call me and I will help you go to the toilet."

The thought of living like this for the next few days drove Jiang Sai crazy. She protested, "It's unhygienic to eat too much in bed."

Aunt Zhang disagreed, "Madam, I'll change and wash the sheets diligently, don't worry. Eat it while it's hot, I'm out busy."

Jiang Sai said feebly, "Okay."

She took a big bite of the fried dough sticks and gulped down the porridge. Aunt Zhang followed Gu Xun's words as orders, and it was useless for her to object.

WeChat dinged, reminding Jiang Sai that there was new news.

It was from Gu Xun, "Are you up? Take a good rest and don't move around. If you have any questions, please contact Aunt Zhang, otherwise it will be difficult to recover."

Jiang Sai rolled his eyes, why did he treat her like a paralyzed patient? Is it such an exaggeration?

"Okay, got it."