There's Something Not Quite Right With My Lover

Not only is the model Mr. Tired recently, I am also very tired. I work the most near the Chinese New Year, and the whole company is waiting for me to pay my salary. To be honest, I am a little stressed. I want to close a few cooperation matters and give the employees a salary increase. During the Chinese New Year, my health is unlucky.

I slept for a long time this time, it was very deep and peaceful.

It was dark when I woke up, and I hurried to get up to deal with the documents.

Mr. Model stopped me: "A person surnamed Huang came in this afternoon, took some documents, and said that I will give you a vacation next."

It's Huang Lei, my partner.

I breathed a sigh of relief and lay down again groggy.

The lounge was air-conditioned and it was very warm, but I still nestled in his arms out of habit.

Only for him, my president's rules are completely compromised. If my father is still alive, he will definitely jump his feet in anger.

"Are you hungry?" Mr. Model asked softly.

"I'm not hungry." I don't have a good appetite recently. Even after eating, I feel sick to my stomach, so I'm not very hungry.

Mr. Model, who doubles as my cook from time to time, is clearly aware of my situation.

"Go to the hospital some time." He kissed my forehead.

He is especially gentle today.

I vaguely agreed to him, and fell asleep again.

I slept until midnight, and when I woke up, I heard the person next to me talking on the phone.

The model Mr. leaned his upper body on the pillow, still holding me in one hand, and said impatiently to the other end of the phone: "I see."

The man didn't know what he said. The model seemed to be a little angry, and his voice dropped several times to be cold.

"It's not your turn to take care of my affairs." He hung up after finishing speaking.

I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep, feeling something was wrong.

Mr. Model has always been good-tempered. At least, I have never seen him get angry in the three years I have kept him, and he rarely even speaks loudly, let alone this inhuman appearance?

I was in a mess, and I still didn't want him to really come here for something about the company.

Just thinking about if he really is... makes my head hurt.

"An'an?" The model's hand was on my forehead, and I shivered from the cold.

At least I can remember that my full name is Chen Yu'an. I don't really like him calling me An'an.

"An'an, you have a fever, be good, get up, let's go to the hospital." Mr. Model looks like a kindergarten teacher, and I think he can probably be judged as an excellent one, and he is also an advanced one.

But I still slipped softly from his embrace and made contact with my bed again.

In any case, a president should not appear in the hospital, especially not with a popular model.

I can't tell whether I am more worried about myself or more about him.

Anyway, I'm not going to the hospital.

I am the patron, and I have the final say.

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