After the wrong marriage, I can't leave

On the seventh day of the first lunar month, Song Linchu went to Wan'ou with the designed outer packaging manuscript paper.

Today is already a working day. Compared with the deserted time in the first two days, today's Wan'ou can be described as lively. Entering through the automatic glass door downstairs, he is greeted by the standard smiling face of the front desk lady.

"Welcome, are you looking for President Tan?"

I met him at the annual meeting at the front desk, so I recognize him.

Song Linchu nodded: "Yes."

"Okay, this way please."

The lady at the front desk led him to the elevator and sympathetically helped him press the elevator.

The elevator went all the way up to the 38th floor. Song Linchu stepped out of the elevator and met his personal assistant Cheng Bin at the door of Tanyue's office.

Cheng Bin was coming out of Tanyue's office with a worried expression on his face, and when he saw him, he was overjoyed.

"Mr. Xiao Song, please persuade Mr. to let him go to rest. He has not closed his eyes for more than 60 hours."

Song Linchu was taken aback by this number, and asked anxiously, "Why is this happening? Is the matter serious?"

Cheng Bin sighed, and said: "The rival company has taken away some of our core technologies, and will hold a product launch event on Valentine's Day."

Valentine's Day, which is the day after tomorrow.

Wan Ou made a notice a few years ago, and it will be released on the day of Lantern Festival, and it will be a few days before Lantern Festival. These people suddenly did this, apparently rushing to release it before them, catching them by surprise, and making their new product unavailable listed on time.

Song Linchu asked: "Isn't everyone witnessing it, and we can't sue them for plagiarism?"

Cheng Bin shook his head: "On the surface, this company has nothing to do with the one Li Li identified before. The evidence is insufficient, and the prosecution is useless, but President Tan already has a solution. You don't have to worry about this. It's just you persuading Tan Anyway, let him rest."

Song Linchu nodded: "Okay."

Cheng Bin opened the door for him, and Song Linchu walked in. When he saw Tanyue, he was also shocked.

Tan Yue's face was haggard and tired, his chin was sharpened a lot, and his overall condition looked very bad.

"Pour me a cup of coffee, thank you."

When Tan Yue heard someone coming in, he didn't look up to see who it was, and ordered casually.

However, what responded to him this time was not "Okay, Mr. Tan", but a stack of papers that were placed on the table and made a "snap" sound.

No one in this company dared to throw things in front of President Tan.

Tan Yue raised his eyes, and sure enough, he saw someone's angry face.

"I heard from Assistant Cheng that you haven't rested for more than 60 hours, brother, do you plan to take this body?"

Tan Yue frowned slightly, Cheng Bin is really talkative.

"Don't worry, I know my body."

Song Linchu was even more angry: "You still have counts, you are the most ignorant of my body I have ever seen! Aren't you the boss, why can't these things be left to other people to do!"

"..." Tan Yue touched his nose, not knowing how to explain it to this rookie in the workplace.

He comforted: "After today's work is over, you can rest."

Before Song Linchu wanted to say anything, the landline on his desk rang again.

Tan Yue picked it up, what the other party said, he said "Got it", then raised his head and said to Song Linchu: "Is the outer packaging design ready? We have to finalize it today."

Song Linchu originally came here to deliver the manuscript, but seeing Tan Yue's attitude of gently revealing it, he didn't want to give it to him.

Song Linchu rolled his eyes and said, "Go and rest, and I'll give you the manuscript."

Tan Yue said: "I've finalized the manuscript, and I'll go to a meeting and rest."

"..." Who knows if you have a meeting and another day.

Song Linchu was about to sternly refuse, when Tan Yue stood up and put his hands on his shoulders, before Song Linchu realized what was going on, he pushed him on the boss chair.

The boss chair still has the temperature of Tanyue, which is wrapped up in strands and strands, and it is a bit scorching.

Tan Yue supported the armrest with both hands, looking down at him.

This posture is very oppressive and overly intimate. Song Linchu's ears felt hot immediately, avoiding Tan Yue's gaze, and wanted to stand up from the chair, but Tan Yue pushed him back.

He said: "This project is very important, not only for the interests of the company, but also for the interests of the family. I have to check it myself before I can rest assured. I promise, this is the last day."

Song Linchu turned his head and didn't speak.

Tan Yue lowered his head suddenly, and before Song Linchu could react, he kissed the corner of his lips, and said in a low voice, "Are you okay?"

This was the first time Tan Yue kissed Song Linchu when he was awake. Song Linchu looked at the man's handsome face so close to him, and his usually cold eyes were now full of tenderness, as if he could drown him in it.

Song Linchu accidentally followed the old man's way, and stammered, "Well, that's fine."

A smile flashed across Tan Yue's eyes, he stretched out his thumb to wipe the corner of his mouth, felt the young man's slightly stiff body, stood up, picked up the manuscript paper he put on the table just now, and asked: "This is the gift box manuscript paper you designed ?"

Song Linchu, who was sexually seduced, was a little annoyed, and let out a muffled "hmm".

Tan Yue opened the file bag and took out the design draft inside.

Song Linchu drew very meticulously. There are not only three views, but also detailed disassembly drawings, and detailed explanations of the design ideas of each part. It took up a stack of manuscript paper, and Tan Yue flipped through it one by one.

When he looked at something, unlike other people, it was clear at a glance whether he liked it or not. There was no emotion in his eyes. Song Linchu couldn't judge whether his design draft was good or bad from his expression.

Song Linchu was so nervous that he was as nervous as he was in the college entrance examination back then.

After all, Tan Yue is the chairman of Wan'ou, so his evaluation is not as important as the score of the college entrance examination.

At this moment, there was a knock on the office door.

Tan Yue was about to let people in, when he heard a rustling sound behind him, he turned his head and saw a figure who moved from his office chair to the seat next to him with a guilty conscience.

He twitched his lips slightly and said, "Come in."

The person in charge of the outer packaging of the product came in with an anxious expression on his face: "Mr. Tan, why did you reject the two design proposals I sent you? Can you tell me what's wrong? I'll let them change."

Tan Yue spat out four words unceremoniously: "Roughly made."

The person in charge turned green.

It's not good at all.

"The time is tight. They also worked overtime to do it. It is already very good. If it is replaced by our own design, it is impossible to drive out this standard design in such a short period of time."

In normal times, the person in charge would definitely not dare to talk to Tan Yue like this.

But now, everyone has worked overtime for a few days and has a temper.

The person in charge added another sentence without fear of death: "Didn't you let your partner do it too? He has such a great ability. Let's open our eyes by making one that is not shoddy."

The person in charge had chatted with Song Linchu on WeChat, and knew that he was studying jewelry design. Although they both accounted for the word design, it was just like mathematics and chemistry.

He didn't believe that Song Linchu could come up with any good plan in such a short period of time.

Of course, if Tanyue's daughter-in-law looked at Song Linchu's paintings and found them to be perfect no matter how they looked at them, then he would have nothing to say.

Tan Yue didn't speak, just threw the manuscript paper in his hand lightly, and the manuscript paper fell in front of the man with a "slap".

"Look for yourself." Tan Yue said expressionlessly.

The person in charge picked up the manuscript paper, at first he was a little disdainful, but when he really set his gaze on the manuscript paper, his pupils shrank slightly.

He flipped through the manuscript paper in his hands in disbelief, and the more he looked at it, the more amazed he became.

Without him, it is really good that Song Linchu painted this.

Their product theme this time is "Spring Day", and the design of this outer box not only perfectly fits this theme, but even every pattern and every detail has its source, and it is also closely related to their company's Culture shows the intention of the designer.

Compared with this, Tan Yue said that the outsourcing company did the shoddy work, and he was already showing mercy.

If it were the usual him, he would definitely use four sharper words: a pile of waste paper.

Tan Yue waited for him to finish reading, and asked quietly: "Have you opened your eyes?"

"Open...open." The person in charge couldn't help but wiped his sweat.

He pulled Song Linchu out as a shield, but felt that he couldn't design anything good, so that Tan Yue wouldn't be so picky.

Who knew this could also be slapped in the face.

Didn't he study jewelry design? Why do the things he makes are better than professional ones.

After the annual meeting, many people were still talking about their proprietress in private, fearing that she was an empty vase, like those wealthy wives who only enjoy spending money, making a pendant of Tanyue.

When this outer box comes out, I don't know how many people will be slapped in the face.

The person in charge said, "Then, let's decide Mr. Song?"

Tan Yue said lightly: "Send it to the project group and let everyone vote."

In fact, Tanyue can directly decide this kind of thing. At most, he can discuss it with a few executives and let him send it to the project group for everyone to choose. It is nothing more than not wanting people to think that Song Linchu was selected because of Tanyue.

He wants to let him rely on his own strength.

The person in charge nodded hurriedly and said, "Okay, I'll go scan it now."

When the person in charge went out, Song Linchu watched the whole process, trying not to let the corners of his mouth and tail stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun.

He blinked and asked, "Brother, did I pass?"

"Well," Tan Yue paused, and added three words, "Very powerful."

Song Linchu immediately smiled and said, "So, a college student is better than a pig."

Tan Yue: "..."

Song Linchu watched Tan Yue being blocked by him and had nothing to say, and stood up happily from his chair: "Brother, you should be busy."

He knew that Tanyue still had a lot of things to do, so he didn't delay him too much, but he didn't leave either. He wanted to supervise Tanyue. Now that he had finished ordering the gift box, he could rest when he went to a meeting.

Tan Yue asked the secretary to scan Song Linchu's manuscript, looked up to see him watching him like a little supervisor, and simply pushed the empty coffee cup in front of Song Linchu.

"Go make me a cup of coffee without sugar."

"Oh," Song Linchu picked up the coffee cup and couldn't help but say, "It's not good to drink too much coffee."

Tan Yue teased him: "Got it, lady boss."

Song Linchu was so teased by the proprietress that his ears felt hot, and he turned and ran away.

Tan Yue watched the back of someone running away, the corners of his lips were slightly curved, but suddenly he seemed to see the backs of three Song Linchus, he shook his head, stretched out his hands to support the desk, and wanted to sit down on the office chair, but In his eyes, there were seven or eight office chairs.

Suddenly, Tan Yue felt that his head was dizzy, as if it weighed a thousand catties...

Song Linchu took Tanyue's coffee cup and walked to the door. When he was about to close the door for him, he subconsciously glanced into the room.

Just at this glance, his soul was almost scared away—Tan Yue fell straight to the ground.

"elder brother!"

Song Linchu almost rushed back to the office, but his speed was still not as fast as Tan Yue fainted. Tan Yue's body fell on the thickly carpeted floor, making a dull "plop" sound...

......

Aikang Hospital.

When Grandpa Tan and Tan Yue's uncle Tao Yunli arrived, Tan Yue was still in the emergency room, and the secretaries of the executives who followed had been sent away, and now only Song Linchu and Cheng Bin were waiting outside.

Song Linchu was sitting on the sofa outside the emergency room, his eyes were red.

"Xiao Lin, how is Xiao Yue?" Grandpa Tan asked eagerly.

Song Linchu was still terrified at the moment, he was stunned for a while before he came to his senses, and said dully: "The doctor said that his life is not in danger for the time being."

Grandpa Tan had heard of many cases of sudden death while working overtime, and he was relieved to hear that his life was not in danger.

Seeing that Song Linchu was out of his mind, he comforted him and said, "It should be because of working overtime for too long and being too tired. Don't worry, he survived like that last time, and he will definitely be fine this time."

"En." Song Linchu replied in a muffled voice.

God knows how scared he was when Tanyue fell, how he called the person, how he called 120, and even how he came to the hospital later, he was in a state of confusion, his mind was full of the scene of Tanyue's fall.

He has always had the consciousness that Tanyue will die soon, but when it comes to this, he still finds it difficult to accept it, and even panics.

Uncle Tao Yunli also said: "Yes, don't worry, trust the doctor, he will be fine."

At this moment, the door of the emergency room opened, and Tan Yue was pushed out. He was still unconscious, with his brows furrowed.

Everyone gathered together.

The doctor took off the mask and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Tan is just eating too little, hypoglycemia, high-intensity brain use, and shock caused by overwork. However, the old problem has recurred due to irregular eating. Yes, but it still needs to be taken seriously.”

Tanyue's old problem is gastritis, and he will relapse if he eats irregularly. These days, he is sometimes so busy that he eats three meals together, so it's strange if it doesn't cause it.

But Song Linchu didn't know.

He bit his lip, and although he knew the answer, he couldn't help but ask, "Is there any cure?"

The doctor said: "Basically there is no radical cure. You have to take good care of yourself. As long as you eat regularly, you will not relapse."

If Song Linchu hadn't been preconceived, he would have heard something wrong with the doctor's words. Where there is a diet pattern, the terminal illness will not recur. But at the moment, Song Linchu's mind is full of worries about Tanyue, so naturally he only noticed the first half of the sentence.

He bit his lower lip and said, "Okay, I see, thank you doctor."

Cheng Bin went to go through the hospitalization procedures, but Tan Yue still lives in the same ward that he lived in before. I don't know if there are no other patients in this ward, or it is reserved by Tan's family.

Grandpa Tan stayed with his uncle for a while, and when he heard the doctor say that he didn't wake up so soon, he went back first, leaving Song Linchu and Cheng Bin here to keep watch, and told them to notify them as soon as they had news.

Cheng Bin originally wanted to persuade Song Linchu to go back to rest, but Song Linchu stubbornly wanted to stay here, so he didn't persuade him much.

Tan Yue was probably really too tired. He was in a coma at first, and then basically fell into a coma. The water he hung also helped him to sleep. After this sleep, he didn't wake up until the next day.

He opened his eyes, and the first thing he noticed was a furry head by his hand.

The young man was lying on his quilt, half of his face was buried in the quilt, his black hair was messily scattered on the snow-white quilt, his arms were under his head, his clean and slender fingers were slightly curled, like an ancient painting with splashed ink.

However, the owner's eyes were closed and his brows were furrowed, obviously not sleeping peacefully.

Tan Yue still remembered the way Song Linchu rushed over with a face full of panic just before he fell into a coma, he must have been terrified.

He reached out his hand guiltily and rubbed Song Linchu's head.

Song Linchu, who had always been a deep sleeper, was awakened by his little movement. He raised his head abruptly, met Tan Yue's gaze, and immediately sat up straight: "Brother, you're awake! How do you feel? Are you still uncomfortable?"

"It's okay," Tan Yue's voice was hoarse, "I'm a little thirsty."

Song Linchu hurried to pour warm water for Tan Yue to drink.

Tan Yue drank two glasses of water before asking: "What's wrong with me?"

Song Linchu was still suffocated at the moment, and threatened him: "Of course it's a relapse of a terminal illness, and there is no cure. The doctor said that if you stay up late and work overtime without sleep, you will die."

"..." Tan Yue laughed dumbly, and said, "Sorry, I made you worry."

Song Linchu curled his lips, sat down by the bed, lowered his eyes, and said in a muffled voice, "I know I will be worried, so I don't cherish my body well."

The young man's voice was low, Tan Yue paused, reached out to hold his hand on his knee, and whispered: "This time is just an accident, there will be no next time."

Who would believe it? You can't believe a single punctuation mark in a dog man's words!

Song Linchu lowered his head and said nothing.

Tan Yue thought he was still angry, and was about to comfort him a few more words, when suddenly he felt the back of his hand burn, and a hot tear fell on the back of his hand.

Tan Yue was taken aback.

This is... crying?

This is more deadly than the other party throwing a temper tantrum or simply ignoring him. Something solid in Tan Yue's heart collapsed, and the turbulent emotion was like the morning sun leaking in from the curtains, filling the entire chest, making it soft and soft. Man fell for it.

Those thoughts that had never been noticed by the master spread up, ready to move, Tan Yue stretched out his hand, and wiped the corner of Song Linchu's eyes.

"Don't cry," Tan Yue comforted in a low voice, "I'm really fine."

"Who's crying?" Song Linchu wiped his eyes carelessly, turned his back, and said angrily, "You stinky straight man, I wish you would die early, become a rich widow, and take care of a gentle and considerate little handsome guy. …”

Before he finished speaking, his body froze.

Tan Yue hugged him from behind, the man's scorching body temperature wrapped him tightly, Song Linchu subconsciously wanted to struggle, but was hugged tightly by the man.

The strength in the man's hands was very strong, as if he was holding the most important treasure in his life, wishing to rub him into his body.

"sorry......"

The man's breath was close to his ear, low and deep, with bursts of tingling itchiness.

Song Linchu struggled a few times at first, and then slowly softened his body, snuggling into the man's arms.

After a while, he turned around and hugged Tanyue back.