Kneel down

"Ding——" the elevator's notification sounded, Wei Wuxian patted his face, calmed down his emotions, and walked out of the elevator with a smile.

"President?" Wei Wuxian opened the door, only to find that Lan Wangji was nowhere to be seen.After walking a few steps towards the desk, Wei Wuxian realized that Lan Wangji had fallen asleep lying on the desk.Lan Wangji was blocked because the pile of documents on the desk was too high.

Leaning over to look at Lan Wangji's peaceful sleeping face, the blue and black circle around his eyes is particularly conspicuous.Wei Wuxian sighed softly, "Stayed up all night again."

Wei Wuxian can't find anything to do, and it's not easy to wake Lan Wangji up. He finally fell asleep, so let him sleep for a while.I picked up a document and looked at it. It was the result of the Christmas costume exhibition.

His eyes scanned the photos mixed in the file, as well as the clipped reports from major newspapers.

"The theme is new and well organized, it doesn't seem like a hasty decision..."

It feels like something is wrong, but I can't tell exactly what's wrong. After staying at home for too long and not using my brain much, I can't turn around.

Reluctantly put the file back to its original place, Wei Wuxian, who had nothing else to do, could only sit in front of the computer in a daze.

Suddenly his eyelids twitched, Wei Wuxian suddenly remembered something and turned on the computer to check the minutes of the last meeting.

The minutes of each major meeting of the company will be sent to the mailboxes of the company's executives within one hour of the meeting.Because Lan's company is too large, it is impossible to take into account all the executives in the meeting, so this method can only be adopted, which is also convenient for overseas branches to respond in a timely manner.

"Cosmetics have been squeezed by Jiang's Group since the middle of the year... The Christmas make-up launch has been changed to a clothing exhibition, and the filing and planning of the clothing exhibition will be prepared by the president from the middle of the year..."

"Mid-year?" Wei Wuxian finally realized what was wrong, "How did Lan Zhan know that Jiang's would squeeze Lan's makeup market everywhere from the middle of the year? A few years ago, Jiang's was busy developing real estate. Compared with Lan's in terms of makeup, he has always been at a disadvantage, why did he suddenly start to squeeze Lan's so hard?"

"And..." Wei Wuxian brought up another piece of data, "How could a group as big as Lan's have a financial deficit at the end of the year because of the influence of cosmetics. This... the overseas market is too compressed, just like Is it... on purpose?!"

Wei WuXian was taken aback by his own thoughts, but quickly dismissed the idea, "There's no one who suppresses himself."

While thinking, Lan Wangji had already woken up.Wei Wuxian turned off the minutes of the meeting, and said with a smile, "Oh, you're awake."

Lan Wangji closed his eyes and rubbed his temples, opened his mouth, but his voice was unbearably hoarse, "What time is it?"

"It's nine o'clock, are you okay? Is it because I have to take care of me and have to work and stay up late to get sick recently?" Wei Wuxian asked worriedly.

"It's okay." Lan Wangji coughed dryly, his originally clean and beautiful eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes.

"You still said you're fine!" Seeing Lan Wangji's haggard look, Wei Wuxian couldn't help but raise his voice, "Come to the doctor with me!"

Lan Wangji raised his head and gave Wei Wuxian a deep look, "Are you worried about me?"

The obviously calm tone made Wei Wuxian hear what was going on with the teasing.

But there was really no other way, if Lan Wangji went on like this, if Lan's losses were not filled, he might fall down first.

"Yes yes yes, Mr. Lan, I am worried about you, please come and see a doctor with me!" Wei Wuxian was almost begging Lan Wangji, no matter what, let's take Lan Wangji to the hospital first!

"Okay." Lan Wangji stood up, his body swayed slightly, and he rolled over and fell down.

Um? ?

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Wei Wuxian hurriedly got up and touched Lan Wangji's forehead, "It's fine if you don't have a fever." After struggling for a long time, he finally put Lan Wangji on his back, "I said, Mr. Lan, you just fainted !"

With Lan Wangji on his back, Wei Wuxian pushed open the office door with his foot with difficulty.Fortunately, the door of Lan Wangji's office is usually not locked, otherwise Wei Wuxian might have to grit his teeth and open the door.

As soon as he stepped out of the office door, Wei Wuxian bumped into Lan Qiren who was looking for Lan Wangji.Seeing Lan Qiren's hostile appearance, Wei Wuxian knew that he was here to oppose Lan Wangji's return to the company.

"You you you you! What happened to Wangji! What did you do to him!" Lan Qiren saw Lan Wangji on Wei Wuxian's back, and his beard curled up in anger.

Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes helplessly, "What can I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I will knock Lan Zhan unconscious, drag him home, and become Mrs Yazhai? President Lan is ill, please make room for me, I will carry him to the hospital Otherwise, if something goes wrong, who is responsible?"

Lan Qiren was taken aback by what Wei Wuxian said, but he made way for Wei Wuxian.After all, he still grasped the point - Lan Wangji was sick.

hospital.

"Doctor, how is he?" Wei Wuxian sat by the hospital bed and looked at the doctor who was examining Lan Wangji.

"It's nothing serious." The doctor pulled off the mask, "The gastritis caused by overwork is not serious. I'll prescribe medicine and water later. When the patient wakes up, you can take some traditional Chinese medicine from me and go back for a few days." .Although the gastritis is not serious now, it cannot be delayed. After all, western medicine can only cure for a while.”

"Okay, okay." Wei Wuxian nodded, followed the doctor to the pharmacy to get the medicine, and it took him a long time to put water on Lan Wangji.

"Tell me about you." Wei Wuxian propped his chin with his hands and lay on the side of the bed, poking Lan Wangji's side face.

"How do you say that you are sick when you are sick? Are you okay? Did you stay up late? You have gastritis! I am not in the company to see if you haven't eaten well except for dinner? Did you work overtime again when you came home at night? Does it hurt? ah?"

"It hurts." Lan Wangji opened his eyes, turned his head to look at Wei Wuxian, and said seriously, "It hurts."