I seem to be a fake mistress

"Master, you have been away from the company for a long time, and the company's stock has been falling. I hope you can come back and preside over the work."

As soon as Gu Xian woke up the next morning, he received a call from the company.

The Gu family's company has always been named under Gu Xian's name, but the elders in the company are very dissatisfied with this owner, mainly because Gu Xian's reputation in Licheng is amazingly bad, and he has a lot of bad records, and he has been wandering around. in the army.

Where would such a person manage a company?

The founders of the company who started the company with Gu's father are naturally unwilling. They take it for granted that they should be given a certain share of the shares left by Gu's father, so they put on small shoes for Gu Xian everywhere. Speaking ill of Gu Xian made everyone feel that the current situation of the company was caused by Gu Xian.

Gu Xian was still holding someone in his arms, and he said softly, "I see, you should contact Susan first to deal with this matter."

Knowing that, he has no intention of getting up at all. Even if the sky falls, he can't affect Wen Qi's sleep.

Wen Qi actually woke up the moment the phone vibrated, but he just wanted to see how Gu Xian would react, whether he would take the risk of waking him up and pull his arm out, or just let him sleep on it.

In the end, Gu Xian chose the latter.

But he was never a good player who pretended to sleep, he couldn't help it after he endured it for a while, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Gu Xian's burning eyes.

"You finally can't pretend anymore?" Gu Xian said "I knew it".

Wen Qi moved his head away, sat up slowly, and subconsciously raised his head: "I can actually continue to pretend."

Gu Xian rubbed his unconscious arm with the other hand, and Wen Qi stepped out of bed first: "What do you want to eat in the morning?"

Auntie is already waiting downstairs, and all the ingredients have been prepared. As long as Wen Qi gives an order, the steaming hot breakfast will be delivered to bed immediately. If Wen Qi needs it, Gu Xian can make it without a doubt Waiting for him to wash up on the bed.

Wen Qi looked at Gu Xian for a while: "Can I eat whatever I want?"

Having said that, Gu Xian had a bad premonition, but he still bite the bullet: "Yes."

Wen Qi: "I want to eat Haidilao."

Gu Xian frowned slightly. It's not impossible to eat hot pot in the morning, but...

Sensing Gu Xian's hesitation, Wen Qi glanced at his mouth unhappily: "Forget it."

Gu Xian compromised: "Only clear soup is allowed."

What kind of hot pot do you eat with clear soup?Wen Qi still ignored it, put his feet in his slippers, got up and went straight to the bathroom.

Gu Xian sighed: "Slightly spicy."

"make a deal."

Although he had heard the doctor's diagnosis and had several notices of critical illness, Wen Qi still had the neutral look when he first met him, only when his request was not granted, he looked like a kitten whose tail was stepped on .

Once the wish was fulfilled, he narrowed his eyes and showed a satisfied smile.

This is the point that makes Gu Xian have no way to resist.

Haidilao delivered it to the door in 10 minutes. When Wen Qi went downstairs, he saw the chefs nervously standing by the table to set the hot pot. He didn't dare to look up when he heard the footsteps.

Gu Xian continued to press: "Is it slightly spicy?"

Chef: "It's slightly spicy."

"Why is there a layer of red oil floating on the hot pot?"

Red oil, that is, spicy oil, is like this in Gu Xian's eyes.

The chef seemed about to cry: "This is not spicy."

Shall I take a sip to prove to you that it's not spicy at all!

Gu Xian stared suspiciously at the chef. The chef lowered his eyes, and his hands shaking vegetables three times.

Wen Qi's stomach couldn't stand the aroma of the hot pot: "Can I eat it?"

Logically speaking, Liu Qingning would not be able to eat when he was sick, but Wen Qi was a normal person, and his appetite was still there.

It will be dead in a few days or so, it is better to eat more good ones.

Who knows if there is anything to eat in the next world?

After the chef got the approval, he left the door quickly, Wen Qi walked around the kitchen and sat at the dining table.

As soon as he picked up the chopsticks, Gu Xian asked, "What are you hiding?"

Wen Qi picked up a piece of shrimp and put it in his mouth, and replied flatly: "I didn't hide it."

Gu Xian walked towards Wen Qi slowly, took out a bottle from his pocket, took it out and put it on the table: "Is this called no hiding?"

A bottle full of chili sauce.

Wen Qi clicked his tongue: "I'm from the north and I must eat spicy food."

Gu Xian gave him a cold look: "Auntie, put away all the spicy things at home."

Wen Qi glanced at Auntie, and Auntie said "I was hired, there is nothing I can do about it", and went straight into the house to pack up the bottles and jars.

Well, having hot pot is better than nothing.

Gu Xian's cell phone started ringing again, and it rang no less than three times while he was eating hot pot, but Gu Xian hung up every time.

Wen Qi glanced at him slowly: "Answer the phone."

Gu Xian got up according to his words: "Hello."

"Master, you'd better come to the company quickly, otherwise something will happen if you don't come."

Gu Xian still had the same attitude: "I can't go."

He still has to take care of Wen Qi at home.

Unexpectedly, the phone was snatched by someone: "Tell everyone, he will be there soon."

The other end of the phone seemed to be amnesty: "Thank you, madam."

Wen Qi hung up the phone, put the phone in Gu Xian's hand, and patted it lightly: "Go to the company and have a look, after all, this is your father's hard work."

Gu Xian still wanted to talk, Wen Qi: "I don't want you to leave the company because of me, and I will feel guilty."

Gu Xian hummed, then accompanied Wen Qi to digest after dinner, and got on the car to the company.

Wen Qi stood upstairs, looked at the little dot that disappeared before his eyes, and went downstairs with the car keys.

There was a group of people waiting to be dispatched behind him, Wen Qi turned his head and said, "I want to water the flowers, and I'm alone."

Everyone looked at each other, the young master asked them to take care of the young mistress, how could they let the young mistress water the flowers by herself?

"I faint easily when I'm in a bad mood, and I don't like being followed."

When he took a step, the people around him followed suit, Wen Qi said helplessly, "I'm right at the door, you keep an eye on me, it's okay."

This condition is acceptable.

Wen Qi watered the flowers peacefully, everyone's eyes were sour when they stared at them, Wen Qi was still pruning the branches carefully among the flowers, as if this was a very pleasant thing.

"Oh, it would be great if the young mistress didn't get sick."

"Why can't he be cured at such a young age? I hope he can live longer in his next life."

Mentioning this, everyone is not without embarrassment.

The young lady was still watering the flowers diligently, maybe because she was tired, so the pruning area was not as distracted as before, and a few branches fell into the soil.

"Young mistress looks fat recently."

The servant stared at the figure and said.

"It seems to be a little higher."

Others laughed: "It's fine if you are fat, how can you be taller?"

As dusk fell, it should be time to eat, the servant walked out the door: "Young Mistress, come back and have something to eat."

The man who mowed the lawn turned around, and it was the security guard at the door: "Huh? Isn't the young lady in the house?"