While Gu Chao was looking at the report in his notebook, he was talking to Fan Zhizhong beside him about the problems in the report. His voice was hoarse, as if he had eaten too much sugar and his throat was pickled by sugar.
"Brother, did you work too hard last night? You shouted until your voice became hoarse." Fan Zhizhong looked at Gu Chao curiously. Today, Gu Chao's face looked pale as if he had indulged in too much.
Gu Chao threw a folder to Fan Zhizhong and ordered coldly: "Please sort out this material for me before noon!"
"Before noon?" Fan Zhizhong grinned, "Mr. Gu, are you too cruel?"
"Do you have time to care whether I overindulged in sex last night and had no time to work?" Gu Chao glared at Fan Zhizhong. He stayed in the car all night and forgot to close the window. The result of the cold wind blowing all night was serious consequences.
cold.
"Yes, yes! I have time to sort out the information." Fan Zhizhong chuckled twice, quickly lowered his head, and worked hard. Mr. Gu's temper is not normal today, and he can't even stand his jokes. It seems that he should be less rude.
Tiger whiskers are wonderful.
While Gu Chao was typing on the keyboard, he couldn't help but cough.
He Dong didn't know when he appeared in the living room, holding a box of cold medicine in his hand. He handed the medicine and a glass of water to Gu Chao: "Mr. Gu, this is more effective in treating colds."
"Thank you." Gu Chao took the medicine and thanked He Dong. He Dong's advantages are calmness, carefulness, and intelligence. Zhizhong seems to be smart, but in fact he is far behind He Dong.
"The young lady asked me to buy this." He Dong replied indifferently, then sat down at the table and started busy with his work, completely ignoring Gu Chao's frozen expression.
Mumu still cares about him?
He suddenly had hope again.
Maybe Yuanyuan is right, Mumu is a person who eats soft things rather than hard things, and has a sharp mouth and a heart of fuss.
He held the cold medicine in his hand and turned it around.
Is he going to get more seriously ill?
"You'd better take the medicine honestly. The two of us are almost exhausted these days, and we really don't have the energy to take care of a patient." He Dong seemed to have guessed Gu Chao's thoughts and said sharply.
Gu Chao raised his eyebrows: "How do you know I don't want to take medicine?"
"I have followed you for ten years." He Dong replied proudly.
In this world, the person who knows Gu Chao best is not his parents, nor Qin Yuchu, but him, his assistant who has been with Gu Chao for ten years.
"Ten years? It's been so long." Gu Chao said sadly. He took out two capsules and put them into his mouth and drank them with water. He couldn't get sick, and he couldn't pass the cold to Mumu. He had to get well quickly.
Get up and try your best to pursue Mumu.
He longed for the splendor of burning wood.
While they were busy working, there was a sudden knock on the door.
"Zhizhong, open the door." Gu Chao ordered coldly without raising his head.
Fan Zhizhong chuckled twice: "I'm sorry, Mr. Gu. I'm not free before noon."
Gu Chao saw that He Dong was busier than him, calculating hard on a pile of reports, so he had no choice but to get up and open the door himself.
I don't know who knocked on the door, but he didn't call the waiter.
As soon as the door opened, a little body rushed in excitedly and hugged Gu Chao's thigh: "Dad!"
"Xiao Ran?" Gu Chao was stunned.
He didn't expect Xiaoran to show up in City B. He picked up Gu Ran, who was looking at him with a raised face, and pinched his nose lovingly: "Why are you here?"