After the wrong flirtation, the president lost control

The next morning, Xiao Tongyu woke up from a shiver, and the bed was as cold as an ice cellar.

She struggled to sit up from the bed, her eyes were blurry and her head was too heavy to lift up, as if every movement was a huge torture.

She reached for the thermometer again.

39.5.

My god, the temperature is rising instead of falling. I definitely can't go to the company today. Will my brain be burned out?

Thinking of this, she called Su Rou.

"Hey, Rourou, are you awake?"

"I just got up, what's wrong with you, Tongtong?"

Feeling the weakness and a hint of hoarseness in Xiao Tongyu's voice, Su Rou asked with concern.

"I got caught in the rain yesterday afternoon and I have a fever of 39 degrees. I can't come to work today. Can you help me ask for leave from the HR department?"

Su Rou gasped: "Oh my God! Tongtong, are you okay? Have you taken the medicine? Do you want me to bring it to you?"

"No, I can order takeout myself. By the way, Rourou, I have something to trouble you with..."

As Xiao Tongyu spoke, he reached for the notebook on the bedside table.

"When Mr. Ji arrives at the office in the morning, I'll make him some coffee. You know the temperature and everything. Vice President Wen has an appointment with him at 10 o'clock, so there shouldn't be anything else to do."

"I have sorted out this week's spending account and put it on the computer. I've shared it with you. Print it out and have Mr. Ji sign it. Lunch reservations should be made at 11 o'clock so that it can be delivered around 12 o'clock."

"Mr. Ji had Western food yesterday, so let's order Chinese food for him today. He was caught in the rain yesterday, so I'll prepare some light white radish and bean curd soup for him, which I'll send to you later."

"Remember to read my notes, because Mr. Ji doesn't eat ginger and garlic, and..."

Su Rou interrupted her: "Oh, come on, Tongtong, you should take care of yourself. President Ji has been spoiled by you."

Xiao Tongyu tried to force out a smile: "I'm just afraid that Mr. Ji will be dissatisfied and take it out on you..."

After hanging up the phone, Xiao Tongyu got out of bed with difficulty and drank a large glass of hot water.

She opened the refrigerator and took a look, but found that she had no appetite.

Feeling dizzy and a little dizzy, she climbed back into bed.

She typed on her phone with trembling hands and sent Ji Yunze's menu to Su Rou. Then she covered her head with the quilt and fell into a deep sleep.

……

Su Rou walked into the president's office with a cup of coffee, and Ji Yunze stared at her with dark eyes.

"Where's Secretary Xiao?"

"Mr. Ji, Secretary Xiao got caught in the rain yesterday and has a fever of 39 degrees. I'm taking a leave today."

Ji Yunze closed the tablet, leaned back in his chair, pursed his lips and began to think.

Su Rou added: "Don't worry, President Ji, Secretary Xiao has sent me today's work and President Ji's lunch menu. I will take care of it."

"Got it, you go out."

……

At ten o'clock, Wen Yu brought Wen Qian to the president's office.

Wen's branch has not yet moved to the imperial capital. Today they came all the way from Jiangcheng to discuss the investment promotion plan for the Dile Complex.

"Mr. Ji."

"Ah."

Ji Yunze stood up, still indifferent.

Wen Qian looked at the man's delicate facial features, tall and slender figure, and ascetic and cold temperament, and her heart was moved for no reason.

After a few pleasantries, the three of them sat down.

Wen Yu pointed at his sister and said, "By the way, President Ji, Wen Qian is my secretary now."

Ji Yunze did not answer. He had no interest at all and was just waiting for Wen Yu to get to the point.

"Boss Ji, is the 15% investment you mentioned earlier feasible?"

Ji Yunze raised his cold eyebrows and raised his thin lips: "5%."

He has never liked Wen Yu. Who in the business community of the imperial capital doesn't want to have a piece of the fat meat of Di Le City?

If Wen Tianfu and Ji Zhenping did not have a close relationship, Ji Yunze would have to give him face, and he would not even want to give 0.1%.

Wen Yu's face was not very good. He was not very interested in business matters, so he didn't care whether it was 15% or 5%.

But before coming to the capital, Wen Tianfu told him that 10% was the bottom line and he should try his best to get 15%. This put him in a difficult position.

But looking at Ji Yunze's tough attitude, it seems that 5% is also a kind of alms.

In the capital's business world, Mr. Ji is a man of ruthlessness and decisiveness, and no one dares to cross his line.

Wen Yu thought, okay, let’s just take 5%. I might have to ask Ji Yunze for Secretary Xiao in the future, and it doesn’t seem good to have things fall out like this.

So he said, "Okay, Mr. Ji, 5%."

Hearing this, Ji Yunze glanced sideways nonchalantly, pushed the document out with one hand, and tapped the document twice with his slender fingers.

Wen Yu put on a confused smile and lowered his head to sign.

He closed the file, pushed it back in front of Ji Yunze, and looked around casually, "Boss Ji, why didn't I see Secretary Xiao today?"

Ji Yunze leaned lazily on the back of the chair, his deep and sharp eyes staring at the man in front of him: "What do you think, Vice President Wen?"

Wen Yu chuckled: "Don't get me wrong, I'm just curious."

For a moment, Wen Qian caught a glimpse of bitter jealousy on Ji Yunze's face.

Could it be that... Secretary Xiao has a special relationship with him?

"She asked for leave." Ji Yunze looked at Wen Yu provocatively.

"Ask for leave? Is she sick?"

"Plastic surgery failed, it's shameful to be seen."

Wen Yu: “…”

When he heard this, he knew that Ji Yunze was lying with open eyes and targeting him on purpose, so he didn't dare to ask any more questions.

Wen Yu could see that Ji Yunze was still the same as he was in college, aloof and arrogant. Apart from commercial interests, he didn't want to have any interaction with them.

It seems that trying to please Ji Yunze by asking him for Secretary Xiao is just a daydream.

Thinking of this, Wen Yu stood up and said, "Then we won't bother you, Mr. Ji. We'll leave first."

Watching them leave, Ji Yunze let out a faint unhappy hum in his throat.

Wu Yan on the side couldn't help but cough.

This man who has no sense of existence and keeps silent is often easily ignored by others, but when he suddenly makes a sound, it can scare people half to death.

"Wu Yan, does Mr. Wen have a crush on Secretary Xiao?"

Wu Yan replied: "My opinion is the same as Mr. Ji's."

"Is Secretary Xiao pretty?"

"My opinion is still the same as Mr. Ji's."

Ji Yunze turned around in the leather chair and looked at the man in front of him: "Wu Yan, do you want to marry Secretary Xiao?"

Wu Yan: “…”

If you answer this question again with “I agree with Mr. Ji,” it clearly means that you are living too comfortably and don’t want to live anymore.

So he immediately changed the subject: "Boss Ji, Secretary Xiao is sick."

"Yeah." Ji Yunze's eyes darkened.

……

After leaving the office, Wen Yu turned around and asked Su Rou who was sitting at the desk outside the door: "Excuse me, I want to ask if Secretary Xiao has asked for leave today?"

Su Rou looked at the man in front of her and felt that he had some ill intentions, but since he was the son of the Wen family, she couldn't show her disgust on her face.

"Vice President Wen, Secretary Xiao is sick."

"Oh... I'm sick..."

Wen Qian pulled Wen Yu out and said, "Vice President Wen, please pay attention to the company and stop thinking about women all the time."

Wen Yu smiled mischievously: "Secretary Wen, I suddenly support you to deal with Ji Yunze. When the time comes, you can help me blow some pillow talk. Will it not be a matter of seconds to get Secretary Xiao?"

Wen Qian raised her confident face: "I have my own plan, I don't need you to teach me."