My first love overturned

The project is progressing intensively and orderly.

One-half of the parts and components of the automated production system are in Qinzhou Heavy Industry, and the remaining half of the two suppliers, Yihui City and Luchuan City, each account for about half of the proportion. From a fully integrated cooperation plan with one supplier to four parties With cooperation, the increase in workload is exponential, and both Lin Zhuoguang and Gu Chenjing are getting busier day by day.The impact of resignation, in Gu Chenjing's attitude towards Lin Zhuoguang as always, slipped past like a boat passing through water without a trace.

After confirming the meeting with Qinzhou Heavy Industry's engineer team at Mo's on October 28, Lin Zhuoguang went to the office of the brand business department as usual, and went to the cafeteria with Gu Chenjing for lunch, and discussed work by the way.

He keenly discovered that there was a new employee in the brand business department - and that new employee was obviously interested in Gu Chenjing.

The whole company knows that Gu Chenjing is the backbone of the automated production system project. In addition, he has a dedicated and sharp temperament when working. He is good-looking, elegant and extravagant. It's normal for girls to like him.

Arms crossed, feet crossed, leaning against the door of the brand business department, Lin Zhuoguang watched Gu Chenjing respond to the girl's greetings with the attitude of eating melons in the front row.

When the girl opened the bento she made and showed it to Gu Chenjing, Lin Zhuoguang couldn't help laughing.

As if hearing Lin Zhuoguang's smirk, Gu Chenjing turned his head to the side, and met Lin Zhuoguang who was too involved in watching the play and had no time to hide his expression.

He whispered a few words to the girl, and the girl raised her head to see Lin Zhuoguang, and hurriedly put away her lunch box and returned to her office.

Gu Chenjing slightly raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, and said silently to Lin Zhuoguang, "Looking for me?"

"Is there anyone else I want to look for when I come here?" Lin Zhuoguang walked over, raised his bar and murmured in the direction of the girl who was sitting back in the office, "What's your name?"

"I don't know." Gu Chenjing raised his eyes, "You want to know?"

"I just feel that you are very good at remembering the names of colleagues."

Gu Chenjing glanced at Lin Zhuoguang.

Lin Zhuoguang took a step forward: "It looks good, is there any possibility of development?"

"Maybe." Gu Chenjing said lightly.

"Do you really have an idea?" Lin Zhuoguang took a step forward, leaned close to Gu Chenjing's ear, and then suddenly bounced away.

Facing Gu Chenjing's incomprehensible eyes on his actions, Lin Zhuoguang hastily explained: "I have a cold, don't infect it to you."

He secretly glanced at the girl again, and whispered furtively, "Look at Qin Zhenzhu, who is more than letting himself go, in IKEA."

"Don't talk about other girls like that." Gu Chenjing entered the last word in the document and saved it, "It's impolite."

"Yes yes yes, I was wrong, I was wrong." Lin Zhuoguang reflected sincerely.

"Don't diss Qin Zhenzhu either. She's very capable at work, and she's a nice person... She's quite real." After closing the document, Gu Chenjing looked sideways at Lin Zhuoguang, "I've got a cold, let's eat something light."

"I don't have an appetite for anything. I'm not like Gu Gong, who has a caring lunch box." Lin Zhuoguang teased.

Gu Chenjing glanced at him indifferently: "Post a circle of friends, and a lot of girlfriends will cook you luxurious breakfast, lunch and dinner."

Lin Zhuoguang shut his mouth deflatedly.

It is true that he has no appetite when he has a cold, so Lin Zhuoguang only chewed a few mouthfuls of salad for lunch.

When he walked out of the cafeteria side by side with Gu Chenjing, he felt slightly dizzy.

Gu Chenjing subconsciously reached out to support him, approached him and asked, "How are you?"

"When I woke up in the morning, I felt top-heavy. I took the medicine, but I didn't drive the car." Lin Zhuoguang said, "I thought I would feel better after taking the medicine, but it didn't seem to help."

"Do you want to notify the administration department to call a doctor?"

Lin Zhuoguang shook his head: "No, I'll just sleep in the office for a while in the afternoon."

At 22:[-] in the evening, it has been a long time since get off work, and there is almost no one on the [-]nd floor.

Qin Zhenzhu stood outside Lin Zhuoguang's office with a paper bag.

She raised her hand and knocked furtively on the door three times. After receiving no response, she stretched out her right index finger.

With a slender finger, poking, the unlocked door was quietly pushed open a crack.

Bending over, Qin Zhenzhu stuck her eyes to the open slit and peeked into the room without the light on - she couldn't see anything.

Biting her lip, Qin Zhenzhu straightened her back, intending to push the door open in one go.

The door suddenly opened.

The sudden opening of the door frightened Qin Zhenzhu. She stroked her heart and looked at Lin Zhuoguang standing beside the door: "Scared me to death..."

In the darkness, Lin Zhuoguang's voice was unsteady: "Are you stealing landmines?"

The light came on immediately, and Lin Zhuoguang returned to the sofa, sat down weakly while leaning on the armrest, pressed his right hand on his forehead, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

The "click" sound from the camera resounded in the quiet space.

Lin Zhuoguang opened his sore eyes with difficulty, Qin Zhenzhu was holding up his mobile phone and taking pictures with him.Raising his hand weakly to block the camera, he asked, "I have a cold. What disease do you have?"

"I'll take it for Chen Chen."

"Gu Chenjing asked you to take a picture of me?" Lin Zhuoguang was puzzled.

"He didn't let me take a photo, but am I a person who doesn't want people to know? I have to prove my great achievements in taking care of the sick boss." Qin Zhenzhu clicked on the phone and chose the one that looked the weakest and haggard Send the photo to Gu Chenjing.

"Disappear with your pretentiousness." Lin Zhuoguang glared at his hand-picked assistant angrily.

Qin Zhenzhu turned a deaf ear, put away her mobile phone, opened the paper bag she brought, and put down an electronic thermometer, several boxes of cold medicine, fever-reducing stickers, and a few books on the coffee table.

Lin Zhuoguang glanced at those books——"Children's Picture Book: What You Need for a Cold", "Health Enters Ten Thousands of Households-Easy Coping with Cold Attacks", "Eat Healthy - Cold Dietary Therapy", "Fun Talk about Health ——I have more colds than you sneeze", the last book, "Your Cold Is Like Van Gogh", written by Zhang Xiaoxian.

"Put away your performance art, don't try to fool the boss who is dying of illness." Lin Zhuoguang closed his eyes in disgust, "Qin Zhenzhu, why are you so divided?"

"Split? Me? Boss, please give me an example." Qin Zhenzhu said as she unpacked the electronic thermometer.

"You are quite normal when facing other people, why can't you escape when facing me? When Manager Yu suppresses you, you accept it, and I will show you your talent on stage, and you will perform a two-person duo for me every day?" Lin Zhuoguang rubbed Rubbing his temple, which was made even more dizzy by the assistant's anger, "Did you lose common sense because of the novels of Mr. Ba, thinking that if you are unique enough, you will be favored by Mr. Ba?"

Qin Zhenzhu stopped unpacking the electronic thermometer: "Boss, don't worry, I don't think anything wrong with you."

She sat up straight and put on a correct attitude: "If you have to analyze it seriously, I think it's like this: From the perspective of capital, I'm afraid of you. From the perspective of my true heart, I want to resist this kneeling down to capital. of myself."

"You want to express that you knelt down to the capital and called your father, and at the same time resisted the performance art of calling yourself father, and you use me as a tool?" Lin Zhuoguang smiled wryly, "Qin Zhenzhu, you are really lucky."

"I'm lucky?" Qin Zhenzhu quit, "You don't even know how much money I owe..."

"You replace me with Manager Yu. Pinpin, taste carefully." Lin Zhuoguang taught the assistant with a hoarse voice, "Think about it, are you not even qualified to kneel down to the capital?"

Qin Zhenzhu: "...Yes."

She said wronged again, "But I really don't want to kneel."

"If you don't want to kneel, just learn from Gu Chenjing. When you have the opportunity, you have to speak with strength." Lin Zhuoguang glanced at the stack of books on the table again, and felt that he might be playing the piano against the cow.

Regardless of the boss's inner fluctuations, Qin Zhenzhu brazenly expressed her determination: "Boss! I will definitely give you a Qin Zhenzhu who will shake the audience!"

"Just give me a normal assistant." Lin Zhuoguang sighed, his low voice due to a cold had the kindness of an old father, "Hey, you are like this, can you find someone?"

"What object do I think about now? I'm still young—when I have money and status, what object can't I find?"

Find?

No wonder you can find it.

Lin Zhuoguang thought with pity and self-pity, he was as high as Qin Zhenzhu's boss, rich and status, talented and beautiful, with a figure and youth, what would the result be?

As a result, now that he was dying of illness, he could only stare at Qin Zhenzhu who was disgusted by him.

What about the object?What about people who care about themselves?What about tender and considerate care?What about serving tea, water, medicine, and food in every possible way?

He can't even eat a bowl of Yangchun noodles!

Sadness roared through Lin Zhuoguang's heart.He raised his eyelids and asked, "Where's Gu Chenjing?"

"Going home from work." Qin Zhenzhu carefully sterilized the electronic thermometer with alcohol cotton and handed it to Lin Zhuoguang, "Before you leave, tell me boss that you are sick, let me see the situation, if you pass out You need an ambulance, which is marked here—take it to Kangyi General Hospital."

Knowing that he was sick and not coming to see him, Gu Chenjing really had no heart!Lin Zhuoguang weakly but angrily put the electronic thermometer under his tongue, and closed his eyes weakly.

"37 degrees 9, low-grade fever, not serious." Qin Zhenzhu took another close-up of the temperature measurement of the electronic thermometer and sent it to Gu Chenjing, then sterilized the thermometer and put it back in the box, "boss, you are making do here One night, or should I ask the administration department to arrange a car to take you back?"

Lin Zhuoguang didn't speak.

"How about I call you a substitute driver? Chenchen said it's better to let you go home, anyway, you still have a smart butler at home."

"I didn't drive. Besides, what can the smart housekeeper do?" Lin Zhuoguang was annoyed, "Bring me tea and water, massage my back, rub my temples?"

"Chen Chen said, if you yell, the smart housekeeper can call 120 directly to Kangyi General Hospital." Qin Zhenzhu picked up her mobile phone and made a call, "Hello, administration department? Please send a car , Comrade Lin Zhuoguang can't walk anymore."

He was reduced to relying on AI.There are no good people in this world.

Lin Zhuoguang tried his best not to faint.

In the end, it was better to go back to the apartment than to be dragged to Kangyi General Hospital by Qin Zhenzhu.

The sunlight penetrated into the bedroom little by little with the curtains that opened automatically at regular intervals, and shone on Lin Zhuoguang's face who was sleeping carelessly on the bed.

Lin Zhuoguang coughed, and wanted to ask the time with a hoarse voice, in order to interact with the "little mentally handicapped" who is currently dependent on each other, and remembered that the curtains were set by him to open at 7 o'clock.

Lin Zhuoguang, who is wise, intelligent and intelligent, is really very ill.

Sit up slowly, get out of bed slowly, and move slowly to the bathroom, Lin Zhuoguang looked at himself reflected in the mirror.Her hair was disheveled, her face was whiter than Gu Chenjing's, and her dark circles were more conspicuous than Gu Chenjing's. There was a dry skin around her lips, and a small piece of it was pulled apart when she tore it open, blood oozing out.

Not serious, but the mood of haggard is deeper.

Lin Zhuoguang moved to the living room and lay down on the sofa again.His bones ached, his muscles ached, he felt dizzy, and his throat was dry and sore.It felt so familiar, like the last time he was hungover.

Not like.

After all, that time Gu Chenjing rubbed his eyelids and pressed his temples to soothe his pain with body temperature.

Where is Gu Chenjing now?

When Lin Zhuoguang fell ill, he came home from get off work on time, and only asked Qin Zhenzhu, who was four or six years younger than Lin Zhuoguang, to see if he died in the office on duty.

In the four chapters of the agreement between Mingming and Gu Chenjing, only he can't go to Gu Chenjing's den, without Gu Chenjing he can't come to his apartment!

Why now, now Lin Zhuoguang only has a sick self, a "little mentally retarded" who can go straight to the VIP ward of the hospital, an electric wheelchair parked in the corner, and a boy's heart that is about to cry?

Taking out the electronic thermometer from his pocket, Lin Zhuoguang threw it on the coffee table, throwing out the sadness and weakness of "I'm so poor that I only have money left!".

As the morning rush hour army slowly moved into the subway station, Gu Chenjing went through today's events one by one in his mind. Important emergencies, emergencies, and routines were all sorted by weight one by one.

The first one is to see if Lin Zhuoguang's condition improves.

The phone beeped to scan the entry code, the gate popped open, Gu Chenjing stepped in, opened WeChat at the same time, and read the message Qin Zhenzhu sent last night again.

His eyes stayed on Lin Zhuoguang's slightly flushed sickly photo for a minute, and the mobile phone popped up a notification sound for the arrival of a new WeChat message.

After exiting Qin Zhenzhu's WeChat chat page, the small red circle ① displayed on the WeChat homepage clicked on Lin Zhuoguang's profile picture.

Gu Chen went to the scenic spot and found that Lin Zhuoguang had sent him a photo.

It is a close-up of the temperature measurement of the electronic thermometer, and the temperature display: 38.6.

The roar of the subway entering the station sounded on the platform, and Gu Chenjing, who was lining up to enter the carriage, let the people behind him go first.Until the subway left, Gu Chenjing sent Lin Zhuoguang a WeChat message on the platform that was temporarily empty but would be filled again in a few seconds: [Call an ambulance. 】

Lin Zhuoguang: [No call. 】

Five seconds later.

Lin Zhuoguang: [Death must also die in my own place. 】

Gu Chenjing didn't know whether he should shake his head for Lin Zhuoguang's needless stubbornness, or give him a cross for his naive childishness.

Lin Zhuoguang, who lost to the cold but did not lose his momentum, received a message from Gu Chenjing five seconds later: [Find a family doctor. 】

The subway entered the station again, and Gu Chenjing followed the team into the crowded carriage.