Sir, your vest is off!

"Mr. Song, where is this? I don't know the boss. It's just what the boss tells me to do, and what's more, aren't you and the boss married? Why is there a question of whether to chase after him or not?" Gu Bo Ning pretended to be calm and explained.

Song Lan lowered her head, "But I think if the two of us maintain a marriage without feelings, if we only have a legal effect together, I think it's better to have nothing at all."?

Song Lan pleaded: "So I want to ask you, can you help me with this?"?

Gu Boning tightened his grip on the steering wheel, and said with a dry smile: "What you said, I really don't know the boss as well as you think, but if you say you like the boss, why don't you tell the boss directly?"?

Song Lan hesitated for a moment, and typed for a long time, "Because I'm not sure whether Mr. Zhou likes me or not. If he likes me, why don't I say it? If he doesn't like me, would it be annoying for me to ask him like this? I don't want to Taking this risk, I want to chase him and do what he likes."?

Song Lan didn't mention Bai Yueguang's matter, but just asked secretly, "So what does Mr. Zhou like? What do you like to eat? What do you like to drink? What do you like to do? What kind of people do you like?"

All the words are foreshadowing, only the last sentence about what type of person you like is the key point. ?

Song Lan probably also understood that Gu Boning would not directly tell him who Zhou Wenqing liked, so he had no choice but to do so.

A drop of cold sweat dripped from the forehead of Gu Boning when he was asked, "Mr. Song really knows how to joke, you should be more confident. Since the boss is married to you, he will definitely not dislike you and find you annoying."?

Gu Boning was so worried that he could lose a lot of hair. He said that, with the brain circuit of their proprietress, I don't know if he can understand it! ?

Song Lan didn't get the answer he wanted, so he settled for the next best thing, "Then what does he like to eat? You should be very clear about this, after all, you have worked together for so long."?

Song Lan is a bit like a snack.

"This..."? Gu Boning thought about it seriously, "I only know that the boss doesn't like spicy food very much, because the boss hurt his stomach a few years ago, so eating spicy food will cause stomach pain and diarrhea."

"Ah?" Song Lan felt distressed, "Why is this so, is it better now?"

Gu Boning nodded, "The boss pays great attention to health preservation. Recently, he seems to pay more attention to it. He drinks some chrysanthemum and wolfberry. He also puts a humidifier in the office. Occasionally, he can be seen applying facial masks."

Gu Boning was very speechless, even if you put on a mask when you are old, there is no way to reverse it, okay?Forget it, as long as he is happy.

Song Lan couldn't imagine Zhou Wenqing wearing a mask, "Is he still wearing a mask?"

Song Lan's voice trembled slightly.

Gu Boning, who realized that he seemed to have accidentally ruined the glorious image of the boss, coughed dryly twice for his year-end bonus, "Ah, that is our company's new anti-aging moisturizing mask, and the boss personally experienced and recorded the results , this is also a manifestation of responsibility, isn’t it?”

"Yes." It's really responsible No.1, even getting married is out of responsibility.

snort!

"Then do you have any other hobbies?"

Gu Boning was worried, "The boss usually reads books and magazines after work. If there is nothing to do, the boss usually stays at home to draw pictures, plant flowers and drink tea, or he is with Mr. Shen, what's more I don’t know much more.”

"Oh, that's alright."? Although I didn't ask the key thing, but it can be regarded as gaining something.

"Mr. Song, you are home."?

Song Lan looked out the car window, "Thank you for giving me a ride, why don't you have a cup of tea before leaving?"

Gu Boning declined politely with a smile, "The boss still has some errands to do, so I have to go back quickly."?

"Then I won't stay any longer, thank you for today." Song Lan waved his hand to bid farewell to Gu Boning.

Gu Boning turned the front of the car, rolled down the window at the end, looked at Song Lan and said, "Mr. Song, to be honest, you really should be more confident. If you have anything to say, it's better to ask the boss directly, come quickly." .”?

Then he can be freed!

Song Lan froze for a moment, then said seriously, "Yes."

Then Gu Boning slowly opened Song Lan's field of vision.

——"I hid under my husband's desk and heard him talking about him. I wanted to jump out and ask him who he was, but I was holding the lunch I brought to him. I was afraid to ask. This meal Maybe it will cool off.

……

In fact, my cooking is terrible, and Mr. Nanwei didn’t dislike it. He even rubbed my hair. clap legs.

The husband will also scrape the tip of my nose affectionately.

It's really hard not to be tempted by Mr. Doting on him!

……

The husband said that he would go home earlier in the evening, but I couldn't wait for a moment. If I knew it, I wouldn't be in a hurry to come back. I should have stayed by his side for a while.

……

But I didn't expect that my husband would actually apply an anti-aging mask hahahaha, I really want to see it with my own eyes, it must be so funny!Sir is really cute.

Hope I will soon become the person Mr. likes. "

?Song Lan hit the full stop and clicked send.

Song Lan was sitting on the bay window. The small garden outside the window was no longer the same as when he first came here. There were not so many flowers and patches of chrysanthemums. He would rather die with the fragrance on the branches. There is still prosperity left on the branches.

"My heart"? I don't know if it can live, and "kibo" doesn't know if it will take root.

Song Lan opened the window, and there was a burst of cold wind blowing in. Actually, it wasn't too cold. Song Lan supported her head with her arms and leaned against the window. She had too many things to think about, and it was easy to get sleepy.

A big soft bed? It's close at hand, but Song Lan couldn't muster up the energy to walk past it. Once he closed his eyes, it was difficult to open them.

So sleepy, but why not let him sleep?

Song Lan frowned, opened his eyes a little, and saw Zhou Wenqing's anxious expression. Zhou Wenqing's hand was so cold that it was pressed against his forehead. He heard Zhou Wenqing say, "Lanlan? Why did you fall asleep here and start talking?" window? Do you know you have a fever?"?

Um?fever?

Song Lan didn't know that she had a fever, but felt that her eyelids were heavy and she couldn't open them, and her mouth seemed to be stuck, either because she didn't want to speak, or because she didn't want to.

Zhou Wenqing sighed, covered Song Lan with the quilt, and put a cold towel on Song Lan's forehead, "You, did you ask me to come back early so that I could see you have a fever and get sick?" ?

No, Song Lan wanted to say no, the reason I told you to come back earlier was because I wanted to see you sooner.

"I'll make some white sugar porridge for you to drink, and you can go to sleep for a while, eh? Get up and drink porridge later, and take the medicine, okay?" Zhou Wenqing's tone was almost coaxing the child.

Song Lan was very helpful, but wanted to hear Zhou Wenqing coax him a little more. Song Lan stretched out her hot hand, touched Zhou Wenqing's fingers, and rubbed them lightly.

"What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable?"?

Song Lan closed her eyes, and Zhou Wenqing gently pressed the back of her hand against Song Lan's red face, "Okay, go to sleep."?

Zhou Wenqing wanted to kiss the little idiot's forehead, but there was still a cold towel on it. Zhou Wenqing took the next best thing, kissed the little idiot's finger, and then gently put it back.

Song Lan was still thinking about it in a half-dream, half-awake, and seemed to like Zhou Wenqing a little more.

Song Lan was woken up by the hot sweat all over her body, and her whole body was sticky and uncomfortable. Song Lan moved uncomfortably, and when she moved, she was covered in sweat again, and felt uncomfortable again. Even the tips of her fingers felt Sweating profusely.

"Huh..."? His throat seemed to have been roasted and sprinkled with cumin and chili salt.

A straw? Sticking to her lips, Song Lan quickly grabbed it, and the warm water slid down her throat. A bit of mint coolness moisturised her dry body.

"Are you still drinking?" Zhou Wenqing asked softly.

Song Lan opened his misty eyes, "Wen Qing..."?

Like a kitten, it flicks the back of your hand with its furry little paws, makes a small "meow", and then rubs over to ask you to hug and pet it.

"Here." Zhou Wenqing brushed away the sweat-drenched hair on Song Lan's forehead, "The fever has subsided a lot, it's not as hot as before, I'll feed you some porridge, shall we take medicine?"

Song Lanfu closed her eyes again, hummed softly, moved her body, raised her arms to hug Zhou Wenqing's waist, and buried her face in Zhou Wenqing's waist, "I don't want to take medicine, it's bitter."

Zhou Wenqing can’t laugh or cry, the sick little idiot is still so childish, he will chase after him and ask you to stay with him and coax him all the time. A sort of."

Song Lan tried to bargain, "Then just have porridge."?

"No, you have to drink medicine to get better." Zhou Wenqing's tone was rare and tough.

Song Lan let go of her hands, and dropped her head on the bed again, muttering in a childish voice, "Then I won't be with you."?

This is still a little temper? "It's for your own good, be obedient."

Zhou Wenqing couldn't refuse Song Lan, and put a white feather pillow on Song Lan's back. Song Lan was half sitting and half lying. To Song Lan's lips, "Drink the porridge first, come."?

Song Lan reluctantly opened her mouth, but she was satisfied with Zhou Wenqing's considerate service.

"Isn't this just obedient?" Zhou Wenqing scooped up another spoonful of porridge, "Take another bite."

The porridge is sweet as it should be, but also glutinous and fragrant.

Song Lan liked this kind of taste very much when she was a child, and she didn't forget to force her respect when she ate it sweetly: "I only ate it for the sake of feeding me and giving you a chance to show off."

Zhou Wenqing just smiled, "Then will you still be nice to me?"

Song Lan said "Hmm..." and said, "I'll be kind to you if I can't bear it."

The little idiot!

Zhou Wenqing laughed angrily at this idiot, "Hurry up and drink the porridge, drink up the medicine."

"Oh..." Song Lan curled her lips, allowing herself to be spoiled by Zhou Wenqing, and she was so used to being out of shape.

With Zhou Wenqing around, it seemed that he was very happy even when he was sick.

After a bowl of porridge bottomed out, Song Lan pinched her nose and drank a cup of Ganmaoling Granules. Zhou Wenqing tidied up the bowl and cup with satisfaction.

Song Lan hiccupped, smelling like medicine. When she raised her hand, a bit of coolness flowed in from the sleeves of her clothes. The sticky sweat on her body was evaporated, and Song Lan sneezed.

Song Lan rubbed her itchy nose with a tissue, and when she looked up, she saw Zhou Wenqing bring a hot towel and nightgown.

Song Lan looked at the man who was getting closer and closer to him, subconsciously covered his chest, and stammered, "You, what are you going to do?"

[The author has something to say: Sick little idiots are easy to be eaten tofu~]