Don't be a secretary to a genius

In the kitchen, a figure in a red and black apron was busy.

Outside the kitchen, Jingyou's mind was filled with the voices of Ying Jian's "Sister Jiang" and "Sister Jiang", played in 360-degree surround sound in a loop.

Jing You closed his eyes and sat for a while, then suddenly got up from the sofa and walked to the door of the kitchen.

"Secretary Jiang, please seriously train the new secretary tomorrow."

Jiang Sheng said: "The boss has a big prejudice against the secretary."

Jing Youli said bluntly: "It's because she is too casual."

Jiang Shengyan walked to the rice cooker, took two bowls and put rice on it, the rice grains were crystal clear.

"It's time to eat," she said.

Jing You went out, washed his hands and sat down, and the food was served.

The topic just now was left alone.

Jing You took a piece of pineapple chicken, swallowed it, looked at Jiang Sheng and said, "Why didn't Secretary Jiang cook for me before?"

Jiang Shengyan replied: "The boss never asked for it."

The answer is indeed that simple.

Jing You can eat whatever she wants, delicacies from mountains and seas, delicacies.

Jiang Shengyan has no opportunity or reason to cook for Jingyou.

Jing You focused on the food. Although there were only a few home-cooked dishes in front of him, the daily task of eating seemed less boring.

Jiang Shengyan couldn't help but look up a few more times.

Jing You will pamper every dish, even the portion of the dish is about the same, it can be said that the rain and dew are even.

Jiang Shengyan felt another joy of cooking for the first time.

Jing You stopped his chopsticks and asked in confusion, "Why doesn't Secretary Jiang eat it?"

Jiang Shengyan bent his lips, "I'm eating."

After finishing speaking, the chopsticks in his hand, which had not been moved for a long time, put a mouthful of white rice into his mouth.

"Secretary Jiang, you ate your face."

Jing You stretched out a hand and took the white rice grains from Jiang Shengyan's mouth.

But Jing You didn't throw away the grain of rice, but stuck it on Jiang Shengyan's nose.

"Secretary Jiang, rice will grow out of your nose, and we won't have to buy any more rice in the future."

Jiang Sheng calmly took a mouthful of vegetables, chewed a few times, exerted force on his throat, and swallowed.

Jingyou: "Does Secretary Jiang not like my cold jokes?"

Jiang Shengyan took a breath and looked away. "Have a meal."

Jing You's face was slightly disappointed, and he poked the rice in the bowl repeatedly.

"Hahaha." Jiang Shengyan laughed a few times, "The boss's cold joke is very funny."

Jing You stared at Jiang Shengyan for a while, then said, "Secretary Jiang is so slow to respond."

Then he happily lowered his head and continued to eat.

The corners of Jiang Shengyan's lips turned up unconsciously, forming a shallow arc.

The next day.

The rising sun rises into the sky, the sky is dyed with red clouds, and the pale golden sunlight shines into the room.

Jing You sat up and stretched, got off the ground, and washed up.

Four or ten minutes passed, and Jingyou finished applying the eye cream, but he didn't see anyone from Jiang Shengyan.

Jing You walked out of the bedroom, and there was no sign of Jiang Shengyan in the living room or the dining room.

Jing You opened the door of Jiang Shengyan's bedroom, and there was a figure protruding from the bed.

Jing You walked over, but Jiang Shengyan still had his eyes closed.

It is extremely rare for her to wake up later than Jingyou.

Jing You gently pushed Jiang Shengyan's shoulder and called out, "Secretary Jiang."

The person on the bed didn't respond.

Jing You moved closer, and pressed his lips to Jiang Shengyan's ear.

"Secretary Jiang, Secretary Jiang, Secretary Jiang."

Jiang Shengyan frowned, but his eyes still did not open.

Jing You touched Jiang Shengyan's forehead with his hand, it was very hot.

Jing You's expression became tense, and he went back to the house and took his mobile phone to call Secretary Qi, asking him to contact the doctor to come to the apartment.

Jiang Shengyan woke up, his head was groggy, and his throat seemed to be on fire, burning and hurting.

"Cough, cough, cough!" Jiang Shengyan coughed a few times, very violently, almost coughing his lungs out of his throat.

Jing You hurriedly went to the kitchen to pour Jiang Shengyan a glass of water.

Jiang Shengyan took a sip and said, "It's too cold." His voice was hoarse.

Jing You patted his head and poured some hot water into the cup.

Jiang Shengyan drank a whole glass of water, but his throat was still dry and astringent.

"I've already called the doctor." Jing You said.

Jiang Shengyan covered his mouth and said to Jingyou: "Then you go out, don't infect you with the germs."

Jing You thought for a while, then turned and went out without hesitation.

——It’s really not polite at all.

The muscles at the corners of Jiang Shengyan's mouth couldn't help twitching a few times, and another cough broke out.

Jing You dug out a mask from the cabinet and put it on.Turning back to the bed, pointing to his face, said: "I have this."

Jiang Shengyan felt as if a warm spring had been injected into his heart.

The private doctor gave Jiang Shengyan a simple examination.

The doctor said: "Secretary Jiang just has a common cold, with a body temperature of 38.5. Take some antipyretic medicine and physically lower the temperature. If the body temperature drops to normal within a day, you can just take cold medicine from tomorrow."

"Where is it normal?" Jing You said nervously, "Secretary Jiang coughs very badly, won't he cough up blood?"

Doctor: "Mr. Jing, coughing is normal. Drinking more hot water can relieve sore throat."

Jing You: "But Secretary Jiang never—"

"I'm fine, don't make a fuss." Jiang Shengyan interrupted Jing You.

She turned to the doctor and said, "Thank you, Dr. Zhou, go slowly."

"OK then."

Jing You obediently shut her mouth and sat down beside the bed.

The private doctor put the medicine on the bedside, and said: "Mr. Jing, take two pills of antipyretics at a time, take a total of two, with an interval of six hours. Take your temperature before going to bed at night. If it hasn't dropped, I will come over and give it to Secretary Jiang." Get a drip."

Jingyou nodded.

The doctor bowed, took his leave and left.

Jiang Shengyan comforted with a smile: "It's just a small cold. Two days ago, I thought it was nothing and didn't take it to heart. It's only 38 degrees, not too high."

"It's 38 degrees." Jing You said with a straight face, "Secretary Jiang is too irresponsible for his body."

"My face is uncomfortably hot, can Xiaoyou bring me an ice pack?" Jiang Sheng said that his mind was chaotic, and he seemed to be acting like a spoiled child.

Jing You got up from the bed, went out sullenly and brought back an ice pack.

"Thank you." Jiang Shengyan took the ice pack from Jing You's hand, stuck it on his face, and moved it from time to time, so that every piece of hot skin could enjoy the cool moisture.

Jing You murmured: "Why is Secretary Jiang so strong?" It seemed that he would never need others to take care of him.

At this moment, she felt a sour feeling in her heart.