"What's going on at night?" Doctor Chen turned to look at Mo Xiaoguo.
"I can call the customer and cancel this trip." Mo Xiaoguo replied quickly. Seeing Mu Beicheng frowned, she added: "Body is more important than work, don't insist."
"I think your secretary is quite sensible." Doctor Chen smiled and looked at Mu Beicheng, "I still care about you."
concern
Mo Xiaoguo was startled.
Realizing that Mu Beicheng's inquiring gaze turned towards herself, her heart beat, and she turned her face away guiltily.
Well, it should be normal for subordinates to care about their superiors, right
"No need." Withdrawing his gaze, Mu Beicheng directly rejected her proposal, turned around and said to Dr. Chen: "The client at night is very important. You can prescribe the Chinese medicine, and I will take it back and fry it myself."
"You still have this?" Doctor Chen expressed surprise.
"My mother is your junior at any rate, so it's not difficult to learn something." Mu Beicheng only dare to say that. In fact, where does he cook any medicine? There is not even a medicine jar at home.
No matter how Dr. Chen insisted, Mu Beicheng didn't let go. In the end, Dr. Chen had to prescribe him an anti-fever medicine and then dispense a bottle of drips.
…
He was lying on the hospital bed, and Mo Xiaoguo was holding the computer and working hard to tutor clients and copywriting materials. When the nurse pulled out the needle and he woke up, she was still staring at the computer seriously.
The focused profile looks particularly beautiful. But I remembered that she resolutely rejected herself that morning, and felt she was extremely hateful.
He lifted the quilt and stood up, put on the jacket, and closed the computer on her lap after a heavy step.
"Are you awake?" Mo Xiaoguo hurriedly got up.
"It's too late to hold the Buddha's feet temporarily." Mu Beicheng buckled the last button, straightened his tie, tapped his finger on his dial, "The time is up."
The tall and straight body took the lead out of the ward. Mo Xiaoguo hurriedly packed up the materials and followed behind.
"are you feeling better?"
Mu Beicheng walked ahead and did not answer.
Mo Xiaoguo asked again: "Has the fever subsided a bit?"
"..." He still didn't look back.
After hitting the wall twice in a row, Mo Xiaoguo grumbled displeasedly, "If you don't ask, don't ask."
Wouldn't it be too rude to ignore people for nothing
The person in front of him paused, he suddenly turned his face to stare at her, "Ask so much, are you caring about me?"
His eyes are too scorching.
At that moment, it seemed to penetrate her heart directly and see her soul.
She was stunned, nodded subconsciously, and shook her head quickly.
"Is it or not?" Mu Beicheng asked patiently, expressionless.
She bit her lip, considered it, and said softly, "That's it. Caring for the president is also one of the duties of the secretary."
"Responsibility?"
These two words are really great! He used to like to remind everyone to pay attention to these two words at all times, but now, he thinks there is no more annoying word than it!
Chewing these two words, he hummed, and then looked at her with a cooler posture, "You have carried out the duties of the secretary well! However, in order to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings, it is best to avoid this kind of concern in the future. Drop! I don't need it!"
After all, without waiting for Mo Xiaoguo to say anything, Mu Beicheng has turned around and strode forward.
Looking at the figure stunnedly, Mo Xiaoguo only felt like a small sharp thorn was born in her heart, which pierced her heart one after another. There was a dull pain, but I couldn't ignore it.
…
Tianyu Club.
Because the client Zuo Chen likes to play Slok and he liked it, Chen Qian booked the meeting place here.
Both parties were punctual, and when Mu Beicheng arrived, Zuo Chen had just arrived.
The other party was holding a young woman in his hand, the girl dressed neatly and looked like a college student.
Mu Beicheng ordered a drink and gave the two girls a drink.
At this moment, they got together and didn't talk about official affairs directly. The two men took cue sticks and played while drinking, directly hanging the two girls aside.
At first, Mo Xiaoguo would still have a chat with the girl, trying to win a relationship. However, after a while, her attention was completely attracted by Mu Beicheng.
At this moment, he untied his jacket and threw it aside.
The black shirt perfectly outlines his upright lines, and his sleeves are rolled up high. He is not as serious as he used to work. At this moment, he looks even more elegant and lazy.
When Zuo Chen started, he stood lazily with the cue stick.
Even though he tried very hard to make himself look safe, but Mo Xiaoguo still saw through his weakness at a glance. Eyelashes are slightly drooping, and the hand holding the club is slightly weak.
Slok was originally a time-consuming and labor-intensive activity, and if Zuo Chen had good skills, it would be even more difficult.
She was really worried about whether he could survive.
really…
In the first few rounds, Mu Beicheng's shot was clean and powerful, but as he went to the back, he showed his lack of confidence.
Although it was in his eyes, Mo Xiaoguo would not dare to talk nonsense on such occasions, so he had to quietly call the waiter for him to get a cup of hot water.
…
"Mr. Mu, I have heard of your technique. Isn't it afraid of being learned by me, so I have reservations?" Zuo Chen smiled and took the shot and sent the last black ball into the hole.
"Left is always one of the best in the industry, so don't make fun of me as an amateur." Mu Beicheng was not humble or overbearing. He tried his best to straighten his back, and did not forget to hold the customer just right. Let's not make an appointment again next time."
"Mr. Mu." The waiter saw the needle, and brought the boiled water over, "This is the boiled water you want."
Mu Beicheng glanced, and said nothing.
Zuo Chen closed the bar and leaned on the edge of the table, but looked at Mo Xiaoguo from a distance, and smiled meaningfully, "How can only Mu always have such a good treatment?"
Mo Xiaoguo was immediately embarrassed and looked at Mu Beicheng subconsciously, his expression unchanged.
The waiter hurriedly said, "Excuse me, Mr. Zuo, I will prepare right away."
"No need." Zuo Chen smiled and shook his head, and waved to the girl he had brought over before saying: "Mr Mu is sick? No wonder this pole looks wrong."
Zuo Chen is also a ghost, and he has long seen that Mu Beicheng is in the wrong state.
Mu Beicheng didn't conceal it. He only replied with a clear breeze, "It's just a little cold, it doesn't get in the way."
He took the water from the waiter, took a sip, and put it back in the other party's hands. He never saw Mo Xiaoguo from beginning to end.
But Zuo Chen seemed to be very interested in her. He embraced his female partner and smiled and said, "Is President Mu recruiting a secretary or a girlfriend? So caring."
Mo Xiaoguo was so embarrassed that he wanted to find a hole to go straight in.
She deliberately avoided it before letting the waiter deliver it to him, but in this situation, it seemed that she wanted to cover it up.
"It's an assistant secretary, her master teaches well." Mu Beicheng's expression remained unchanged, and he clarified the relationship directly.
Zuo Chen looked at Mo Xiaoguo, then at the girl in his arms, and suddenly suggested, "Since you are in a wrong state today, why don't you let them compare?"
they
Mu Beicheng's sight swept towards Mo Xiaoguo.
Mo Xiaoguo was dumbfounded, a little embarrassed, "I... never touched a club."
The girl in Zuo Chen's arms touched the cue and looked at Mo Xiaoguo with a smile, "Me too."
"I teach you." Zuo Chen's hand followed the girl's hand, his eyes expressing affection.
Mo Xiaoguo and Mu Beicheng could see it this time, they clearly came to fall in love.
"Come here!" Mu Beicheng looked at Mo Xiaoguo and grabbed the club. Since Zuo Chen has such a high spirit, he naturally doesn't discourage him.
Mo Xiaoguo had to bite the bullet and go over, "Mr. Mu."
Mu Beicheng gave her the cue, "Have you ever played billiards?"
Shaking his head, "Never."
Mu Beicheng raised his eyebrows and looked at Zuo Chen. Zuo Chen smiled, "Don't worry, call the waiter to swing the ball. Each has 10 minutes of practice time."
After a pause, Zuo Chen rubbed the head of the girl in his arms fondly, "If the little thing loses, our cooperation will be set. My lawyer is outside and can sign the contract immediately."
Upon hearing this, Mo Xiaoguo immediately became stressed, looked at Mu Beicheng for help, and muttered lowly: "What to do? What to do? What can I learn in 10 minutes?"
"Don't panic first." Mu Beicheng patted her on the shoulder, "Go over there, I will teach you."
Greeting Zuo Chen, Mu Beicheng dragged Mo Xiaoguo to another table.
…
"Is that so?" Holding the cue, Mo Xiaoguo leaned on the table and asked him with a glance.
Mu Beicheng leaned on the side of the table, "Let down a little bit more. Relax the fingers of your left hand, and move your right hand back again."
Mo Xiaoguo tried to adjust, but the shot was wrong, and he couldn't exert any effort. The cue stick finally touched the cue ball, but it only rolled a little bit, not even the red ball.
She sighed in frustration, stared at the cue ball somewhat discouraged, and stood up straight.
Suddenly, there was a warm back, and I only felt a tall figure standing behind. He is very tall, half an inch away from her, but can cover the slenderness of her.
Before Mo Xiaoguo turned back, holding the club's right hand, he was suddenly grasped by a hot big.
The thin waist was patted with another big palm, "Relax, bend!"
The sudden approach made her stiff. Because of the fever, his body temperature was terribly high. Even if she is wearing a coat that is not too thin, the heat can penetrate and burn her skin.
The hand holding the club shuddered and almost missed, but he held it firmly.
"Hurry up!" a flat reminder.
Mo Xiaoguo secretly glanced at him, but saw that he was calm and calm, never even looked at her, just focused on the cue ball.
It seemed that he didn't feel how ambiguous such a closeness was.
"What's the use of watching me? Watching the ball!" He suddenly said quietly, expressionless.
She was embarrassed and blushed like a tomato. Does this guy have eyes on the side
"What do you want to do?" I tried very hard to make myself calm like him, bent down, and dropped his gaze on the ball.
Mu Beicheng adjusted her posture for her, bent over and repositioned her left hand on the table.
"Come again."
The posture was right, Mu Beicheng took a step back with satisfaction and ordered.
Even if he left, the breath and heat seemed to haunt her around, disturbing her heart.
The movement became more and more rigid. This time, he didn't even touch the cue ball.
day!
She sighed sadly, even herself a little bit to dislike herself.
Mu Beicheng on the side frowned, his expression solemn.
Think about it, now he also regrets that he shouldn't bring such a dull self out.
If Chen Qian was there, with her skill at both sides, she would do everything possible to get this list for him.
With a calm face, Mu Beicheng approached her again.
This time, there was no extra word, and he simply used both hands together, grabbed her hand directly, and leaned against her back with a straight body, lying on the table.
His face is close to her ears. As if affected by his super high temperature, his snow-white skin instantly became red and flushed after being ironed.
This is exactly the posture taught by the teacher when writing brush calligraphy when I was young.