Hot sweet wife: Mr. President, don't be arrogant

"Where are you, Jiang Muyu? The editor-in-chief told you to go to the hospital to approach Young Master Huo. I'm at the hospital right now, but someone is guarding the floor where Huo Beicheng is, and they won't let me in at all. What are you going to do this time?" What excuses are you using to prevaricate me?" Wang Yun's suspicious voice came from the phone.

Jiang Muyu checked the time on her phone. At this time, Wang Yun actually came to check on her post.

The perseverance to find fault is also rare.

"Associate editor, why do I go to the news to get news? I don't think I need to report to you one by one." Jiang Muyu rubbed the center of her brows, a little speechless.

"I have to make sure that you are really in the hospital. Who knows if you are really on the news? I have looked everywhere here, but I have never seen you! Jiang Muyu, let me tell you, don't think there is an editor-in-chief You can be so arrogant if you help, after all, you are just a small reporter, and the editor-in-chief will help you, it is just to use you to get Huo's news." Wang Yun's cold and unfriendly voice came from the phone.

She shrugged, too lazy to listen to her continue, and hung up the phone directly.

Then she opened her WeChat, clicked on the work group and posted her location, which showed the location of the People's Hospital.

Jiang Muyu sent another WeChat message in the group: "Deputy editor, now I see clearly, I'm working, not playing, I hope you don't call to harass me."

After sending the wechat, she only read other messages.

Because I often run news outside, sometimes I don’t even read WeChat, so when I come up, I just see a bunch of information popping up.

She flipped through it casually, and found that there were actually two friend requests in WeChat.

Confused, she clicked in and took a look. One of the avatars was a somewhat familiar face, but she couldn't remember who it was when she looked at the photo.

Jiang Muyu went back to the ward while looking at her mobile phone, glanced at the man on the bed who was still sleeping, and continued to sit and play with her mobile phone in her arms.

It wasn't until she looked through the circle of friends of the somewhat familiar person that she remembered who this person was.

If she remembers correctly, this person should be her class monitor in high school, a pretty good-looking girl whose name seems to be... Lu Shiman.

Jiang Muyu didn't know how she had her own WeChat account, but she still clicked through.

As for the other friend request, she just ignored it because there was no avatar and she didn't say who it was.

And over there, she just passed Lu Shiman's friend application, and the other party sent a message.

"You are Jiang Muyu!"

"You should still remember me. I am Lu Shiman, your class monitor in high school. I heard that you are working in the Imperial Capital. Some of our classmates are planning to hold a class reunion in the Imperial Capital recently. The time will be at the end of this month. If you If you have time, why don't you join us?"

Jiang Muyu was stunned for a moment, high school reunion?
She has never attended a class reunion. Many of her former classmates' contact information were left at Huo's house, and she didn't take them with her when she left.

She thought about it, and replied: "When and where will it be held? If I'm free, I'll go there, not necessarily."

She didn't even think about going to this class reunion. In three years, she felt that her memory of those high school classmates was a little blurred.

The other party also quickly returned: "I will confirm the exact time at the end of this month and tell you tomorrow morning that the location is at the Victoria Hotel in the Imperial Capital. Someone has already paid for it. You don't have to worry about that."

"Ok!"

Jiang Muyu pursed the corners of her lips. She was not sure whether to go to this class reunion, so she didn't give an affirmative answer.

After all, as a reporter, sometimes the time is not fixed, and it is uncertain whether there will be time.

……

Jiang Muyu didn't sleep all night, and in the middle of the night, Huo Beicheng had a fever again, so she hurriedly called the doctor to come over for a checkup, and then she was relieved after confirming that there was no problem.

It wasn't until dawn that Jiang Muyu, who hadn't closed his eyes all night, became tired and drowsy, and finally fell asleep lying on the bedside.

When Huo Beicheng woke up, he saw the woman lying on his left hand at a glance. Her face was crooked and leaned against her hand, and her small face was deformed. She was still frowning tightly when she was asleep. It doesn't seem to be stable at all.

Seeming to be a little cold, she shrank back.

He pulled the quilt over her body, sat up and stared at her sleeping face for a while, he couldn't help but want to reach out his right hand to touch her.

Just when he was about to raise his right hand, he remembered that his right hand was injured and almost completely weak, so he changed his left hand to touch her.

It's just that when his fingers were about to touch the center of her eyebrows, they stopped suddenly.

As if he was afraid of waking her up, he stopped there with his fingertips, and slowly clenched his fists, hesitating not to touch her.

After looking at her like this for a long time, he released his clenched fists, gently stroked the center of her brows with his fingertips, and smoothed her frown.

At this time, Huo Beicheng's face was not as cold and indifferent as before, but there was tenderness and love in his black eyes, his eyes were so focused, as if the person in front of him was a rare treasure, making him want to portray every inch of her In my heart, imprison her there forever with all my emotions.

The pitiful little girl who cried on the street at the age of five has grown up!
The tenderness in his eyes gradually turned into strong emotions, enveloping her whole body in it. He clearly knew that there would only be one person on the emotional line of his life, the girl who entered his world when he was ten years old. .

Huo Beicheng's fingertips slowly dropped from between her eyebrows to her cheeks. The girl's skin was delicate and tender, as if made of water.

Her mobile phone was on the side, and suddenly the screen lit up, and a WeChat message popped up.

He glanced sideways and saw the content above at a glance.

"The party time is set at six o'clock in the evening on the 28th of this month, and the venue is the Imperial City Victoria Hotel. You should come, I have already told other high school students that you are coming."

Huo Beicheng squinted his eyes, and his eyes fell on her sleeping face again.

At the high school reunion, things about the student days in my memory gradually turned up...

……

He was several grades older than Jiang Muyu, but they both studied in the elite schools under the Huo family, from elementary school to university, so they have always been in the same school.

Since he was a child, he felt that the things in those textbooks were very simple, so he understood many things by himself, but Jiang Muyu let him know that not everyone thought it was simple.

In many cases, the topics that he can understand at a glance are not much different from the heavenly scriptures in her eyes.

Sometimes he would review her homework and explain it to her, but Jiang Muyu's dazed face would still meet her. At that time, he really thought she was so stupid.