On how to prevent the president from skipping work

The next day when He Ling got up from the bed, he felt dizzy in front of his eyes. Enduring the throbbing pain in his head, he struggled to get out of bed, rummaged through boxes and cabinets to find a thermometer, wiped it with alcohol and put it in his mouth. Minutes out to see, more than 39 degrees - a fever.

Feeling back on the bed with limp legs, all his strength has been exhausted.Although the mentally powerful prosecutor was still conscious, his body was forced into a half-drowsy state, and he couldn't sleep well. He felt extremely uncomfortable with fits of cold and heat.When it was unbearably hot, I kicked all the quilts to the ground, but when it was cold, I had no strength to pick them up, so I could only curl up into a ball and shiver, my throat felt like a fire was burning.

Qi Yongxu tossed and turned all night.

Thinking of how I accidentally had a fling with my sweetheart last night, I felt an uncontrollable sweetness in my heart; thinking of the mark left by He Ling's brutality, I scratched my heart with guilt; finally, I thought of the man's resolute and ruthless words , and sighed in frustration, with severe pain in his heart, he grabbed his hair and didn't know what to do.

Early in the morning, Qi Yongxu couldn't bear it anymore. Just a few hours of separation made him miss him like crazy. He washed up early and went out, and went to a famous Su-style dim sum shop nearby to buy an exquisite breakfast, and drove to Take He Ling to work.

Before sending He Ling to the door of the house, the CEO had already figured out the stronghold of his assistant, and even greeted the gatekeeper of the community with a smile, sorted out his entangled mood, and greeted his lover with his best and coolest side. I was pleasantly surprised when I saw myself upstairs.

From time to time, he took a look at himself in the rearview mirror of the car, and the President waited and waited, but he couldn't wait for anyone. It was already past the time for He Ling to catch the subway, and he gradually had a bad premonition in his heart. Finally couldn't bear to call the assistant.

The call was dialed but no one answered it. Qi Yongxu panicked. His assistant knew that He Ling lived an extremely self-disciplined life. The phone was on standby 24 hours a day, and he would never be late for no reason. He hurriedly turned around and asked the guard if he had seen When did He Ling go out? After getting a negative answer, he ran to the floor where He Ling lived without saying a word.There was no elevator in the old-fashioned apartment building, so he rushed up to the sixth floor in one breath, leaving the doorman in his forties sweating profusely behind.

Qi Yongxu knocked on the door anxiously, thinking that He Ling didn't like him at all, would he be overwhelmed by what happened last night... Although He Ling looked calm and rational, and there was nothing unusual when he returned home last night, he just Let him not think of this level-but who can guarantee it!He didn't dare to continue thinking about it, and his hands and feet couldn't stop getting cold.

"He Ling, He Ling! Are you in there!" He called out loudly.

Hearing the noise outside, He hurriedly struggled to his feet, and stumbled to open the door, but he didn't want his heavy footsteps to be tripped by a mop board on the ground. He lost his balance and fell to the ground. I couldn't even move a single finger.

Very sick.

The prosecutor gritted his teeth, and just about to exchange 400 points for "rehabilitation from a serious illness", he heard a few seconds of silence outside, and the locked door was kicked vigorously from the outside, and the door was broken open.

Qi Yongxu heard the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground in the room, and there was no more sound after that. His heart froze, he took two steps back, and kicked the door open with a backspin kick without hesitation.

Seeing the fierce kick, the doorman opened the door in response. He couldn't help shrinking his neck, and praised angrily in his heart: "Hang!"

As soon as Qi Yongxu stepped into the room, he saw his lover lying on the ground in loose pajamas, his face was flushed sickly, and the sharp corners of his eyes were raised wetly, and he met his gaze, and then slowly closed his eyes.

Mr. Qi took a breath, and rushed over to hug him in his arms: "He Ling, how are you?"

His hands were scorching hot, and without even thinking about it, he carried him on his shoulders and ran downstairs: "I'll take you to the hospital now."

The uncle doorman saw Qi Yongxu coming like a gust of wind, and carrying people away like a gust of wind, his eyes were out of frame, so he had to help to close the door of He Ling's room, and then ran down, wiping his sweat.

After He Ling was picked up, he was so uncomfortable that he almost passed out. His empty stomach was pressed against his shoulders, and he had a stomachache, so he handed over Qi Yongxu's suit jacket.

The guard ran behind, seeing this situation, hurriedly yelled: "Oh, you hit his stomach, put him down!"

Qi Yongxu carefully placed the person against the wall, then quickly tore off the dirty suit jacket and threw it on the ground, and changed into a princess holding his sweetheart in his arms and continued running downstairs.

Now He Ling felt comfortable, but he wanted to cover his face, the old neighbor who got up early to buy vegetables by the side of the road was staring at him dumbfounded.

I got an injection in the hospital and was on a drip, and my condition stabilized quickly. The fever came on and he recovered quickly. The prosecutor who saved a full 400 points was very satisfied. It would be better if there was no president who was like the little wife next to him. up.

Under the frequent glances of the nurses, Qi Yongxu always stared at Mr. Prosecutor with self-blaming and loving eyes, which made him feel very uncomfortable, and when the president spoke, He Ling really almost threw him from the mall to exchange the silence card face to go.

"He Ling, I'm sorry, I was too rough last night, and I shouldn't let you clean it up..."

"It's none of your business." He Ling struggled and turned over, attacking the protagonist with his butt.His own body knew that last night he hurried out to the bar to hunt for people after taking a shower, and the cold night wind blew all the way through his wet and dripping hair, and then he acted as a doorkeeper outside the hotel room for two hours, which was what caused his death. The culprit of his illness was not Lao Shizi's roughness.

"No, what you say will only make me blame myself more." The president aggressively turned to the other side of the hospital bed, facing a certain patient: "It's all my fault, why don't you punish me?"

"Punish you to shut up."

"Oh... I have one last word."

"Say."

"I'll call the doctor to help you check the injury below... I'm very worried."

He Ling was stunned for a moment, and finally realized what President Qi was referring to, and immediately got up from the bed: "No, I don't need..."

"You need it." The protagonist Gong comforted softly.

"I'm not hurt!"

"This is the first time for you... My size is..." the protagonist Gong emphasized shyly and proudly.

MLGB!He Ling collapsed, his gentle and handsome face turned red, his angry roar sounded more like coquetry with long tails because he was sick.

Where are the plane police, come and catch this hooligan!

Several nurses stretched their necks to look this way, and immediately blushed when they heard a few words, whispering excitedly.

Over there, Qi Yongxu persuaded him for a long time. Seeing that his sweetheart's eyes were red, and he was clutching the quilt tightly and ignoring himself, he pampered He Ling's hair, and compromised: "Then I'll buy some wound and anti-inflammatory medicine, and we will go home by ourselves." Let's do it..."

He Ling's heart was ashamed and said: "I will do it myself..."

"No, I have to check."

He Ling pressed the electronic bell beside the bed to summon the doctor.

"Someone here is harassing the patient, kick him out!"

Qi Yongxu was crossed by two strong nurses, one on the left and the other on the right. While dragging him out, he softly compromised: "Okay, do it yourself, baby, don't be angry, it's okay if you get angry..." Alas, he has a face-saving and super shy sweetheart.

The heads of the company's departments gathered in the meeting room, a gust of cool wind blew, and the regular meeting time on the notice had long passed. Everyone looked at the two empty seats on the main seat, and looked at each other, infinitely desolate.

"This……"

The call came to Qi Yongxu. At that time, he had already cunningly got rid of the restraint of the hospital nurse and came back secretly. He was peeling apples for He Ling. Flicking for the phone in his trouser pocket, He Ling avoided the thing that was about to move in his crotch, calmly pulled out the phone and connected it, his face sank instantly.

The president watched his words carefully, and silently tucked his tail wagging diligently behind his back, and asked him, "What's the matter?"

"You skipped work." He Ling said sadly, "It's my assistant's fault for not explaining the situation to the department heads."

Qi Yongxu smiled cheekily: "You are more important..."

It is Wen Jin's privilege to let the protagonist skip work, but he can't afford it. He tried his best to send the reluctant president back to work. He Ling lay down exhausted physically and mentally, and checked through the virtual light screen of the AI ​​assistant. Plot progress.

Looking at it, I sorted out my thoughts.In fact, the "plot" in his hand is the article written by the author. Although the narrative angle of a novel will not always be limited to a certain person, it will not be fully opened from the perspective of God. Adding logic to complete it unconsciously is allowed and is called degrees of freedom.

He Ling has always been a background character, the author used him to handle all kinds of things for the protagonist Gongshou - usually in the text, he simply used "Qi Yongxu waved his hand and handed it to the assistant to do it", and the role of the scene was less The degree of freedom is high, just like the protagonist Gong seems to like himself now, and the plot has not deviated - because the author is too lazy to waste ink on the relationship between the president Gong and the assistant, so let them play freely, whether you love it or hate it , without affecting the main line.

Well, here is the solution.Although I can't figure out why the protagonist Gong is obsessed with him because he is obviously better looking than himself, has a better temper than himself, has full life skills, and even has a more miserable life experience. Gong Xi doesn't like the protagonist Shou, as long as he guides the two of them to leave the plot, it doesn't matter what they think?It is of course best for the protagonist to empathize with the protagonist and not fall in love with him, but it doesn't matter if he can't. This is called whitewashing.

Although the lack of emotional relationship between the main character Gong and Shou will make the subsequent plots a little difficult, but it is not difficult for him at all. He has encountered similar situations in some planes in the past, and the ace prosecutor always has a way solve.

Spent the whole afternoon on the bed, guessing that the president was going to get off work, so he called.

The corners of Qi Yongxu's mouth couldn't stop rising when he received a call from his little assistant, and he heard the question over there: "Mr. Qi, can you cook?"

"Uh, I can learn..." The domineering president choked and wagged his tail to please.

"No need," the little assistant's voice on the other end was soft, and someone's bones were crisp: "Do you want someone to cook for you at home every day?"

Cook for me?You? !That must be oh!The president was stunned by the sudden happiness, and he wanted to howl like a husky: "I want it!"

"Alright, now Wen Jin is about to finish class, you can take him home," He Ling said calmly, "He will be happy to cook for you."

"Hic!" The CEO who was howling up to the sky suddenly choked and gritted his teeth: "He Ling, you are ruthless."

After a pause, Qi Yongxu said dejectedly: "...give me two days, I need to make arrangements."

"That's no problem." Mr. Prosecutor didn't force President Gong to act immediately.

Although he is extremely reluctant, Qi Yongxu has already promised the other party to keep Wen Jin by his side. Wen Jin is a lubricant between the two of them. At this time, Wen Jin can mediate and divert He Ling's attention.Even though Mr. President was so depressed that his mouth was full of bile, he honestly bought another small bachelor suite next to his hotel-style apartment and arranged for Wen Jin to live in it.

He is as clever as the protagonist's abacus, and placing people next door can not only keep his innocence, but also offer him a shield for his little assistant who wants to save face when necessary. The price of the serviced apartment he lives in now has increased in value Space, my name is also written on the real estate certificate, buying it now is an investment, so good.

At the same time, Wen Jin, who checked in with a small amount of luggage, showed an inevitable smile on his delicate and pretty face.