The President's Dedicated Love

Guan Zeyu returned to Luyuan, got out of the car, and immediately threw the key to the passenger in the passenger seat.

"You drive the car back, you don't have to return it."

As soon as he got out of the car, he slammed the door shut.

Lan Zhengting took the key. He looked at the discarded Ferrari car key. It was robbed. He bought it at a cost, so he wanted to give him a gift. Who knows, he will return it now, and he will pay the bill. , Settle accounts, clear accounts.

Lan Zhengting opened the door and got out of the car, "Guan Zeyu, stop, you still owe me an explanation, you have to make it clear."

Lan Zhengting walked up to the man, he grabbed his collar, he let go, he turned his face away, "Why don't you dare to look at me? Since the hospital, you have been avoiding my eyes, Guan Zeyu , did you do something to apologize to me? Tell me, did you do something? Or do you think that I am not a person in your eyes, I am nothing, so treat it as air, huh? You tell me, where am I? Offended you? Why should I give in to you again and again, indulge you, and let you show me your face? "

Lan Zhengting suppressed his face that wanted to turn away, Guan Zeyu clenched his fists, and he took his hands off his face.

"Mr. Lan, please respect yourself."

He took his hand off.

Lan Zhengting glared at the expressionless man with cold eyes.

"You can go, and the question is over."

Guan Zeyu walked towards the door of the house. Lan Zhengting stood there motionless. The rain on his brows flowed into his eyes. He blinked, raised his feet, and walked towards the car parked in the rain.

Isolated individuals, mournful rain, and once or twice, it was the howling wind.

Guan Zeyu opened the door of the house, and he leaned against the door, letting the rainwater drip from his hair and fall to the ground.

Zhuo Xiao said, "Your heart is too soft. It is destined that you will have incompleteness even if you work hard. Guan Zeyu, we are all incomplete people. You are afraid that you are a ruthless person. You hear others say that you are a ruthless person. No one will understand that you have feelings, only I understand."

Guan Zeyu had a splitting headache, he held his head that was about to burst, he lost to Zhuo Xiao, that damned man who kept calculating again and again.

Secretary Wen knocked on the door and came in. She saw her boss holding his head in pain. Secretary Wen was startled, and she called, "President."

Guan Zeyu held back the severe pain, covered his eyes with his left hand, and kept pinching his temples.

Secretary Wen put the coffee on the table. This was already the fifth cup, and he drank too much.

The corners of the eyes are full of tiredness, and the face is full of tiredness. How can I work in such a state?How do you sit in an office and get through the day?

Secretary Wen took the door and went out. She only took a few steps when Lan Zhengting came to meet him. He said, "Give me the card."

Secretary Wen hesitated, and she handed over the key card.

"Mr. Guan hasn't been in good spirits for the past two days. He drinks coffee every day to refresh himself, and it's worse than before. Mr. Lan, what happened?"

Secretary Wen knew that she shouldn't ask too many questions. She really recognized this boss. Regardless of his behavior or behavior, she stood by his side and supported him.

Who can be perfect and perfect, he is just an ordinary person, if you say he is ruthless, it is not enough to really tell the reason why he is ruthless.

Lan Zhengting held the key card. After swiping the card, he opened the door and entered.

Guan Zeyu stood up, he wanted to go to the sofa.

Lan Zhengting closed the door and looked at the decadent man.

Guan Zeyu walked halfway, he stopped, and responded to the gazes of people in the distance.

It seems to be hallucination, illusory, unreal, impossible, fantasy, and finally let people fall into nothingness and darkness.

"Ze Yu."

Lan Zhengting walked over and said, I'll return the car.

Guan Zeyu stood in the same place, his precarious body, when the person who was walking was about to approach, he wanted to pass by, and wanted to lie down, he was afraid that he would not be able to stand up.

Lan Zhengting refused, he grabbed the person who was about to leave and asked, "How long do you want to be right with me? You are not such a person, Zeyu, I won't ask you anymore. Let's talk about the plan. There are more than ten days, time flies, and the plan must be finalized as soon as possible... come!" His final voice trembled, he grabbed the indifferent man's wrist, and he hurriedly poked his forehead.

Guan Zeyu felt hot all over, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"You have a high fever!"

Lan Zhengting's heart sank, and he helped the person who couldn't stand anymore.

Guan Zeyu looked up at the man who was glaring at him. Lan Zhengting was angry, yes, he was angry.

"How did you become like this, Guan Zeyu, what do you want to do?"

Lan Zhengting hugged the fallen man, he helped him to the sofa and put him down, he was in a hurry to get water, no, he wanted to get clothes, no, he wanted to push him out of the office, "Go to the hospital immediately."

"Don't go."

"Do you know how high your body temperature is now?"

"do not know."

"Guan Zeyu, you!"

"I didn't tell you to take care of me."

"Can you say that again."

"Boss Lan can go."

Guan Zeyu was lying on the sofa, he lay straight.

His hands were hot and hot, and he didn't have the strength to hold them tightly, nor even to loosen them.

Lan Zhengting stood beside him, he clenched his fists, then quickly let go, he turned and walked away;

Guan Zeyu closed his eyes, his eyes were very hot, like a fire burning inside, his heart ached, and he couldn't deny that the dull dull pain was happening faintly.

Lan Zhengting walked to the desk, and he asked Secretary Wen to buy antipyretics.

Guan Zeyu opened his eyes. He opened his hot eyes and faced the ceiling. Lan Zhengting said, "Come, drink some water."

He lifted the person up, sat behind the burning person, let the person lean against him, half hugged him, and brought the water to his lips.

Guan Zeyu lowered his head and touched the water glass. His whole body and mind were burned away by a fire.

Lan Zhengting stopped talking, fearing that he would over-irritate the person with a high fever, he put him away, looked around, and found that there was a private room in the office, a lounge?Without consent, he walked in and opened the porch, and after opening the door to see the bedroom inside, he went to help him up.

"Go in and lie on the bed. Secretary Wen bought some medicine and fell asleep after taking it."

Lan Zhengting put the person on the bed, he took a towel to moisten it, folded it up again, and covered the feverish person's forehead.

Guan Zeyu was in a trance. He vaguely recalled the dream he had had. In the dream, he applied cold wipes to this person, and then?The two of them slept together, and then they couldn't wake up no matter how much they yelled.

Guan Zeyu was afraid of such a dream, he couldn't wake up, he couldn't wake up, there was no more, the person just disappeared.

He took the hand that covered himself with the quilt, held it, and said in a daze, "I'll wake up."

Lan Zhengting tucked in the quilt, and he did not allow the drowsy person to sleep, "Zeyu, bear with it for now, and sleep after taking the medicine, okay?"

Secretary Wen knocked on the door outside, and she bought a large bag of antipyretics, "Mr. Lan, I don't know which antipyretics Mr. Guan is used to taking, and I don't seem to have seen him get sick. I bought a few more boxes and prescribed the medicine." The nurse said that you only need to use one kind, and I bought one serving of porridge and two servings of rice, Mr. Lan, please excuse me."

Secretary Wen put away the medicines and repeatedly told her not to take two kinds of medicines at the same time. She took them to the door and went out. Lan Zhengting chose three boxes and he went into the bedroom.

Guan Zeyu sat leaning against the head of the bed, forced to sleep, and drank a lot of water. He threw down the wet wipes and tried to kick off the quilt. Lan Zhengting hurriedly put the medicine and food on the small table next to him.

"Guan Zeyu, you still want to lose your temper."

He put the quilt over the person who lost his temper, picked up the wet wipes, washed them, and recycled them.

Guan Zeyu lay down, he couldn't hold on, he was exhausted.

"Come on, eat your meal first."

Lan Zhengting checked his forehead for high fever, and the temperature was still high, and he couldn't forcefully carry him to the hospital, so he had no choice but to let him take medicine and sleep.

Guan Zeyu was forced to sit up, staring at the porridge over there.

Lan Zhengting didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he understood, and went to replace the rice with porridge, "Then finish the porridge, and then take the medicine."

Lan Zhengting tried his best to follow the challenger, obviously treating a 27-year-old mature man as a child, coaxing him to eat, take medicine, and then comfort him to sleep.

"Are you coming by yourself, or shall I feed you?"

Lan Zhengting pretended not to see the fire in other people's eyes. Guan Zeyu endured someone treating him like a three-year-old child. He grabbed the bowl, buried his face in the bowl and drank it. Lan Zhengting watched in amazement. This way of eating porridge...

After Guan Zeyu finished his bowl of porridge, he left the side dishes in the bottom of the bowl. Lan Zhengting smiled, "Did you often drink porridge like this before?"

Guan Zeyu didn't answer, and eating porridge is cannibalism. Is it necessary to pursue it?

He put the bowl into the hands of the person sitting by the bed, Lan Zhengting put the spoon into the bowl, and he wiped the corners of the mouth of the person leaning against the bed.

Guan Zeyu raised his hand to hold that messy hand, but he was a step too late, and his hand had already touched the corner of his mouth.

"I..." Lan Zhengting withdrew his hand embarrassingly. He took the medicine and added a cup of moderately warm water, "Come on, take the medicine."

Guan Zeyu didn't move, it seemed that he didn't want to eat.

He never took medicine when he was sick. When he was sick when he was a child, his mother brought water to deliver medicine. The moment she turned around, he threw the medicine out of the window, then raised his head and drank plain water, pretending to deliver medicine.

Lan Zhengting didn't understand how bad this man was, "Zeyu, do you want me to feed you?"

Lan Zhengting is threatening, he has many ways to deal with people, there are countless ways to deal with people, bright, dark, dark, and positive...

Guan Zeyu hated the familiar CEO's approaching every step of the way. He had to pick up the medicine, throw it into his mouth, take another sip of water, and ate three pills at once. He had a sense of danger, which was... thinking vomit……

The smell of the medicine was unpleasant, and the ingredients were even more bitter. Although the medicine grains passed through the throat and entered the stomach after being washed by half a glass of water, he felt that the medicine was still stuck in his throat. The third medicine, the action of sending water Slowly, the smell of medicine overflowed in his mouth, he felt nauseous, and quickly pushed away the person sitting by the bed, he got out of bed and ran to the bathroom.

The cups and bowls were knocked over with a crackling noise. Lan Zhengting couldn't save him, and everything was knocked over, including two boxes of lunch.

Guan Zeyu had a dry cough. He wanted to spit out the medicine, but Lan Zhengting refused. He hugged him, tried his best to comfort him, and patted his back. He said, "You don't like taking medicine?"

Guan Zeyu grabbed the hand that hugged him, the bitter taste of the medicine was still in his mouth, he was uncomfortable, "Lan Zhengting, what kind of medicine did you buy?"

Lan Zhengting thought for a while, "Anti-fever medicine."

"What kind of fever-reducing medicine am I talking about?"

"Well, it seems to be Tylenol."

"like……"

It seems like it is!

Guan Zeyu wished he could strangle the person he was hugging to death in his arms.

Lan Zhengting let the angry people wreak havoc, Guan Zeyu pointed at the CEO who was looking for a beating, "You want to kill me on purpose."

Lan Zhengting smiled. He touched the CEO's hair, who was about to gnash his teeth again. Sure enough, the medicine took effect quickly, and the injections didn't work. He helped him back to the bed. Guan Zeyu still had the smell of medicine in his mouth, and he felt uncomfortable.

Lan Zhengting took out a candy from his pocket, and he was wearing candy for children, Guan Zeyu Mingjun's upright facial features were distorted and smelly.

Lan Zhengting explained tactfully, "This candy was originally bought for children, and there is just one piece left, so I will give it to you."

Guan Zeyu wished he could punch the person beside the bed. After drinking a bowl of porridge, he had the strength to punch him.

Lan Zhengting didn't realize it, he sat down on the bed, spread out his palms, and lay a mint candy on his hands.

Guan Zeyu was depressed, a big man with such fair hands, and...

"Ze Yu doesn't want to eat?"

"..."

"It smells bad, I know."

"..."

"Put it in your mouth, it will be much better."

Guan Zeyu: "..."

Does he want it or not?

Lan Zhengting put aside the sugary exterior, mints, sweet and refreshing taste, just enough to get rid of the smell of medicine.

He peeled off the outer packaging and sent it to the mouth of the person holding the fire. Guan Zeyu looked down at the slender and graceful fingers. He gritted his teeth. In order to relieve the bitterness in his mouth, he opened his mouth and held it.

"Lie down first and get some sleep. If the high temperature persists, you must go to the hospital."

Lan Zhengting touched the high fever forehead, Guan Zeyu's eyes were hot, he grabbed the wet wipe next to him and covered his eyes, but Lan Zhengting took it away, he said, "I'll take it to wash."

Guan Zeyu bit the candy in his mouth crackling, Mr. Lan is so good at taking care of patients, "Professional?"

Lan Zhengting didn't want to quarrel with stubborn people, he said, "I think you would do the same."

Guan Zeyu was noncommittal, he would only punish people to death, he would never take care of others, in short, whoever was unlucky with him.

After drinking a glass of water, he turned his head to sleep. A fever is as uncomfortable as a cold. If you have a cold and a stuffy nose, people with a fever will become stupid and may be confused by the fever. Guan Zeyu grabbed the hand of the person guarding the bed forcefully. He said, "Talk to me."

Lan Zhengting was obedient, "Okay, I will accompany you."

Guan Zeyu clenched his hand with a slightly cold palm. It was this feeling. It was obviously the same feeling, but he couldn't prove it, and he couldn't smell it. At that time, the strange young man said, I'm with you.

Guan Zeyu buried the longing in his heart. He thought he was a stone, iron block, or wood, and he couldn't perceive love, friendship, and family affection.

Love, is this love?What kind of love is that, when you feel flustered and want someone to comfort you?

He felt that he was ridiculous, he did a stupid thing ridiculously, and then begged for mercy ridiculously, he was no different from Zhuo Xiao, he was also begging, and he was also humbly hiding the fact that a puncture would kill someone.

He opened his hot eyes, confused and blurred.

Looking at the person sitting by the bed, it was twelve o'clock at noon, which was the rest time. Lan Zhengting should have the habit of taking a lunch break. He can fall asleep while sitting, and he is very afraid of the cold. He put on his own without permission. Wearing a black coat.

The windbreaker is not very thick. He is wearing a suit and a coat, which looks too grand.

In Haishi in October, the temperature is getting lower and lower day by day. It is cloudy and rainy today. Guan Zeyu turned his head and looked out of the window. There was a gap in the curtains. It was a cloudy day, and the humidity was floating.

He let go of his grip, got up, and carried him to the bed.

Guan Zeyu felt that all the strength in his body had been burnt out. With just such a little movement, he couldn't breathe. When he put his hands on both sides of the lying person, he gasped for breath. When he was about to get up, Lan Zhengting woke up.

"Zeyu." He poked the forehead of the person on his body, his body temperature was not as high as a quarter of an hour ago, the high fever gradually subsided, and the residual heat filled the person's eyes, which was bottomless.

Lan Zhengting breathed a sigh of relief, he just realized something was wrong, Guan Zeyu was riding on him...

"I……"

Guan Zeyu rolled over to the other side and lay down.

"You fell asleep."

"Ah."

"It's lunch break."

"Ah."

Guan Zeyu turned his head and stared, can you please stop humming and speak humanly.

Lan Zhengting laughed, "You have something against me again."

"No, is this an opinion?"

"Oh, isn't it?"

Guan Zeyu is going crazy, Lan Zhengting is trying to find fault!

"How does your body feel?"

Lan Zhengting couldn't see that he was going crazy, so he covered the quilt over, "Still feeling uncomfortable? Do you want to sleep for a while?"

Guan Zeyu shook his head, roaring in his heart: Lan Zhengting, don't treat me like a child, you hypocritical CEO, you have nothing to do to show tenderness everywhere.

Guan Zeyu sat up angrily, he couldn't stay any longer.

Lan Zhengting watched the angry man go out, how could he offend him?It doesn’t work to care about it, it doesn’t work to target it, it doesn’t work if it goes smoothly, so what?

Guan Zeyu walked around restlessly in the office. He wanted to throw Mr. Lan down from the 67th floor. This person doesn't know good and bad, and he is merciful everywhere, so he deserves to be disgusted.

Lan Zhengting lay on the bed peacefully and took a nap. He couldn't sleep well at night, so he had to catch up on sleep during the day.

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