Always Dress Up as the Boss [Quick Transmigration]

"Cough cough cough."

A violent cough came from the bedroom.

Yuan Zhuo took a slow breath and lay back on the bed.

Terrible.

Fortunately, he didn't cough up his lungs.

It is rare for Yuan Zhuo to look at the ceiling without thinking about anything.

After all, he really didn't really want to recall how he was so retarded and stupid that he made himself like this.

This is not the worst.

Worst of all, he was ill and no one seemed to know it yet.

Yuan Zhuo stared at the ceiling with dead fish eyes.

How did I get into this mess?

Don't even have anyone to care about?

Brainstorming, he took out his phone, logged into the background and sent a note asking for leave.

"The author has a cold today and asked for a day off."

After posting, he watched with satisfaction the howls and curses of the readers below, and enjoyed it for a full 10 minutes before he slowly lay back down.

Not bad.

The happiness of human beings is really built on the suffering of countless people.

On Chang Chuan's side, the team leader stared at the leave slip in front of him with wide eyes, and rubbed his eyes again.

He couldn't hold back, and called a grain of rice over.

"What's the matter with you? Didn't you say that you have communicated well with Jinshang, and you won't learn from those people? Then why did he ask for leave today!"

The team leader became more and more angry!

He is still waiting for an update today!

"What? He asked for leave?"

A grain of rice was startled. Just as he was about to say something, a sentence popped out of his mouth, "How did you know it so quickly, team leader?"

Yup!

How did the team leader know?

He doesn't even know yet!

The team leader sullenly asked, "Don't you care about the authors in your hands like you?"

Can he say that he is a loyal reader of Jinshang?

Pooh!That must not be possible!Damage his image!

"I didn't turn it off..."

The voice of a grain of rice became smaller and smaller under the eyes of the leader's shark, and he said despondently, "Then I'll ask him now."

The sky and the earth are big, and the team leader is the biggest.

I can't afford to be provoked, I slipped away.

The phone rang suddenly.

Yuan Zhuo lay on the bed, glanced at the corner of his eyes, and didn't even want to pay attention to the phone with a finger.

He lay dead on the bed and continued to be in a daze.

The phone rang crazily.

Yuan Zhuo turned his head slowly, stretched out his hand, and turned off the phone.

Well, the world is finally clean, which is great.

He slowly closed his eyes.

!

A grain of rice almost didn't cry out.

"He turned off the phone!"

The group leader's face was livid.

"Keep beating! You must not ask him to ask for leave today! And that guy obviously still has manuscripts, so ask for a fart leave!"

What if he doesn't know?A full thirty chapters of manuscripts!

He deserves to ask for leave today?Send it out honestly and make money!

A grain of rice felt aggrieved, "Okay."

Miss me today!

After lying down and lying down, Yuan Zhuo discovered a problem.

He didn't really want to move.

However, his stomach wanted him to move.

As a stomach that eats three meals on time, it is madly protesting Yuan Zhuo's behavior.

Ah, what a pity for a man who doesn't even have anyone to take care of him when he's sick, and he doesn't even have anything warm to eat.

Yuan Zhuo thought.

He silently covered his eyes with his hands, ignoring the cursing belly that seemed to be beating a drum...

Forget it, ignore it.

Yuan Zhuo turned on the phone silently.

As soon as I turned it on, I saw a grain of rice phone.

He frowned slightly and temporarily blocked this person for 3 minutes.

???

!!!

A grain of rice shocked!He glanced at his phone and called again.

That's right!He must have been blocked!

He was blocked!He was actually blocked!

A grain of rice was slowly cracked and weathered into dregs.

He has never been blacklisted today!what's going on?

The flesh on his face suddenly twitched slightly, and his expression became fierce.

Did this Imam know their ace pigeon from Changchuan?

Why did he suddenly know all the tricks?

Which king pigeon is it?

He stared at the phone hatefully, wishing he could tear the ace pigeon that had ruined the present into [-] pieces.

It was the team leader next to him who called him in a strange tone.

"You don't need to call."

The team leader glanced at the screen with complicated eyes.

It really is, so that he doesn't know what to say.

A grain of rice looked up at him in bewilderment.

?

Don't need to call?Team leader, you didn't say that before!

The team leader touched his nose and was a little speechless, "He updated it on time, um, it also exploded."

If it wasn't for that leave note, it would be as if nothing had happened.

The leave note seems to be just "good-looking".

a grain of rice:……?

He quickly turned on his computer and logged in.

one look!It really is!

Updated on time today.

Then what did he block me for?

Then what did he send a leave note for! ! !

Yuan Zhuo, who was sick and more vicious, had hidden his merits and fame. He dug out Qian Duosu on his mobile phone, and ordered an ordinary sick porridge.

For the first time, Qian Duosu was silent.

Forget about delicacies from mountains and seas, but the roast suckling pig has to bring the chef there.

Would you like to place an order for white porridge? ? ?

But so what?

He gave too much.

Qian Duosu's order taker quickly took the order and promised to deliver a bowl of congee for the patient immediately.

15 minutes later.

After receiving the call from the delivery man, Yuan Zhuo fell silent.

Two seconds later, he said mercilessly and coldly.

"Forget it, just put it at the door."

He was wrong.

As a patient, he really -- didn't really want to get out of bed and get it.

Qian Duosu’s delivery man: …….

Fine.

he!Give!many!

After hanging up the phone, Yuan Zhuo closed his eyes peacefully.

Anyway, when the takeaway is delivered, it should be regarded as having eaten by yourself.

He ignored the resistance of his stomach and slowly fell asleep.

Waking up again, Yuan Yan was still woken up by the phone call.

"Who?"

As soon as he opened his voice, Yuan Zhuo startled the person on the other end of the phone.

"Mr. Hara! Are you so sick? Have you seen a doctor? Where are you now?"

Yuan Zhuo froze for a moment.

Two small dimples flashed through his mind suddenly, and those two small dimples hung on a nervous face.

He muffled a laugh, but unexpectedly coughed.

!

Mo Lin was stunned!

"Mr. Yuan!"

How did you cough like this!That sounds like serious stuff!

"No, it's fine."

Yuan Zhuo stopped coughing, and heard the child on the other side speak again.

"Mr. Yuan, are you at home? I, I'm at your door."

Yuan Zhuo slowly put out a question mark?

Mo Lin is here?

After letting the person in, Yuan Zhuo instructed Mo Lin to pour himself a glass of water.

"Why did you come here?"

The voice is still a little hoarse, but it is much better after drinking warm water.

Yuan Zhuo was lightly supported by the child, and leaned against his body at the head of the bed.

He just asked.

Mo Lin carefully opened the shredded chicken porridge he had packed, and rubbed his nose embarrassingly.

"I, I'm Mr. Yuan's reader, I saw your leave note."

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but glanced at the sick but still handsome man leaning on the head of the bed.

"Mr. Yuan, since you are sick, why did you update?"

He watched a lot of readers in the comment area crying and howling for a long time before he realized that Mr. Yuan just hung up a leave note, and the update was released on time.

Many people felt embarrassed after scolding, and ran back to apologize to Mr. Yuan.

At first, he also thought that Mr. Yuan was going to ask for leave, so he hurriedly took the afternoon off with Director Wen and went back to cook porridge. He took a look on the way here, only to find that Mr. Yuan had updated.

Mr. Yuan is really a good person. Even if he was sick, he still did not forget to update.

You do not understand.

This is the author's bad taste.

Yuan Zhuo showed a sinister smile in his heart, do those readers really think that he doesn't read the comment section?

How is that possible!

What is it that the second child of ten thousand years is here today?Don't think he doesn't know, there are basically only a handful of authors on Changchuan's website who keep updating two chapters every day!

but……

Yuan Zhuo glanced at Zhen·Honest Bajiao·and cooked porridge himself and ran over to condolences to the readers. His conscience ached, and he smiled a little stiffly against his own black heart.

"Aren't you also my reader? Wouldn't you be sad if you don't see the update today?"

Yes, because of me?

Mo Lin froze for a moment, the porridge in his hand almost spilled without noticing.

"Be careful!"

Yuan Zhuo quickly reached out and held his hand.

boom!

Mo Lin's face was burned up to the base of his ear!

Hand, hand, Mr. Yuan's hand!

He withdrew his hand like an electric shock, but Yuan Zhuo misunderstood.

"Is it really hot? Is the porridge very hot? You go to my kitchen, there is a green box with burn ointment in it."

"No, it's okay."

Mo Lin stammered and shook his head, pushing the porridge away.

"Mr. Yuan, have you eaten? I saw your leave note and cooked some porridge."

If I say I haven't eaten, will he cry?

This thought flashed in Yuan Zhuo's mind for a second, then he calmly reached out to take it.

"Not yet, I happen to be hungry, thank you."

Mo Lin quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Great, Mr. Yuan seems to be in good spirits.

He stood on the bed for a while, and couldn't help but look around.

Then he showed a strange expression.

"what happened?"

Yuan Zhuo tasted a few mouthfuls of shredded chicken porridge, and said that the child's handicraft is not bad.

It could also be...

The one delivered to the bed is more delicious than the one you have to pick up yourself.

Mo Lin hesitated for a moment, then spoke cautiously.

"Mr. Yuan, do you live here alone?"

Yuan Zhuo nodded, "Yeah, what's wrong?"

Mo Lin paused, then shook his head, "I thought you lived with your son."

Moreover, I don't know if it is his illusion.

The atmosphere of life in this family is too weak, as if the people living here are planning to leave at any time.

In such a big house, Mr. Yuan is the only one living here.

Yuan Zhuo raised his eyebrows slightly.

"He's 20 years old, understand? A child placed next to his father won't grow up."

It was hard for that little boy to be dragged by his father into a more sensible and well-behaved look now.

But won't Mr. Yuan feel lonely when he is alone?

An idea quietly came to Mo Lin's mind.

He looked at the handsome man on the bed with pale lips, even though his face was sick, his posture was still elegant, and the fine lines around his eyes did not weaken his charm, on the contrary...

It will be exciting.

Mo Lin lowered his eyes slightly, covering his small thoughts, and pretended not to hear his heartbeat like a drum beating.

However, he still couldn't pretend he didn't hear it.

His heart beat violently and quickly, as if to say - he wanted to be by Mr. Yuan's side, so that he would not be alone.

The author has something to say: Little Grandma Gong: I want to sleep in his bed at home.

You Kangkang, what tiger and wolf words are you talking about? ? ?

Come, come, let’s find out about the public execution↓

Netizen: Three shifts

The original father just wanted to drink milk!

[1F] Netizen: Luo Fu

Tell me clearly, where is the milk, manual dog head

[2F] Netizen: Ke Jikai

Tell me clearly, is it sweet or fishy milk, manual dog head

[? ? ?Tell me clearly, what milk? 】

Netizen: Moonlight at four o'clock

Why is the milk dog's milk salty? doge

[?I suspect you use the same head as the sister above, and I have proof! 】

Netizen: revior

So much... I can't bear it anymore (bushi

[?Is it more updates or what?You speak clearly. 】

Today is the second update~

For the second watch, it's fast at three o'clock and slow at six o'clock, depending on my brain speed.

感谢在2020-04-1321:00:50~2020-04-1411:55:53期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: "あイ" 1;

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Ye Jinjin, RWed 2; Kui Yu, Yuan Yu, Gong Yan, 43565551, Cong Yun, "あイ", .Balloon, Curling Smoke, and Bei Le 1;

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!