Li Yichen's face changed, what is this woman doing?!

He grabbed her restless little hand, sighed, and put down the carrot she was holding in her hand.

"My carrots, carrots..."

"When is it, still thinking about carrots?"

He looked at the confused little woman in his arms with anger and amused, shook his head helplessly, and picked her up across the waist, only to think that she was a little lighter. Is it because of his illness?

This woman usually eats so much, why is she still so thin?

She walked towards the bedroom with great strides. I don’t know if she was hanging in the air. She wrapped around his neck in a little at a loss, and was close to him like a little beast, absorbing the cool warmth on his body.

She was really hot.

Damn, did this woman not cover herself with a quilt when she slept last night? How could she catch a cold?

Why didn't he care about his body at all and even made him so worried?

I put her on the bed and carefully tucked the corners of the quilt. As soon as I let go, she kicked the quilt open with annoyance.

His face turned dark: "Don't stomp on the quilt!"

He was so fierce that he subconsciously shrank: "It's too hot..."

"It's not possible to get a cold, do you want to catch a cold?"

He frowned and helped her tuck the quilt horn again. This time he was much more peaceful and no longer stomped on the quilt.

"Be good, just have a sleep."

Li Yichen gently patted the quilt covered her, as if this would make her soothe her.

Su Xiaoxiao moaned and hugged obediently in the quilt. Her breath was filled with the clear and pleasant fragrance on her body, and the feeling of discomfort actually slowed down a little.

I stood up and looked at her huddled in her bed. Her little face turned red and she felt a little distressed for a moment.

He has never been good at taking care of people, but when he tucked the corners of her quilt, it was so smooth...

Just as he was wondering whether to call his personal doctor, the ringtone of his cell phone suddenly rang. He took it out and saw that it was Wu Yuan.

Eighty-mostly, I confirm when I have passed.

"President, do you expect it to be here at 9 o'clock, right? I will host the first half of the meeting content on your behalf, and then..."

"No, you preside over all the meetings."

"Hey? President, are you... not here?"

I originally thought that I had handled half of the meeting, but now I was even more ruthless and I was just throwing the blame on myself?

Why is his life so miserable?

Why did Mao do this wrong?!

Secretary Wu was so happy that he cried, but he couldn't say anything on the phone, after all, his job was more important.

"I won't go in the morning first. I'll call me if I can't make any decisions."

The president, to be honest, he feels that as a secretary, he really can't make any substantial decisions. Can he make a call throughout the process?

"knew……"

"Oh by the way, if you have a fever, how do you need to reduce your fever? Take antipyretics?"

When Wu Yuan heard this, he was anxious: "President, do you have a fever? Do you want to contact Dr. Jin for help? First, use the thermometer to measure the temperature, then find a clean towel soaked in ice water and stick it on your forehead... Lying in the quilt, covering it with a few more layers, sweating... If it really doesn't work, just ask Dr. Jin, be safe..."

It was like starting chatter mode. Wu Yuan thought that his boss was not coming because he was sick and there were no complaints. He was thinking about how to help the president cool down, and he wanted to put wings on and fly over to help him.

Li Yichen remembered what he said seriously. After remembering it, he calmly said: "It's not me who burns. You go and preside over the meeting."

After saying that, he hung up the phone and left Secretary Wu alone in the corridor and was in a messy wind.

What a thing? I've been talking about it for a long time but the president is sick. Who is that?

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Chapter completed!