MTL - Don’t Be a Secretary For a Genius-Chapter 33 President heartthrob

In the kitchen, a red and black apron figure was busy.

Outside the kitchen, Jing You's mind was filled with the voices of Ying Jian's "Sister Jiang" and "Sister Jiang's Secretary", with 360-degree surround sound playing on a loop.

Jing You closed his eyes and sat for a while, then jumped up from the sofa and walked to the kitchen door.

"Secretary Jiang, please give the new secretary serious staff training tomorrow."

Jiang Shengyan: "The boss has a great prejudice against the secretary."

Jing You said confidently: "She is too casual."

Jiang Shengyan walked to the rice cooker, took two bowls and filled them with rice, the grains of rice were crystal clear.

"It's time for dinner," she said.

Jing You went out, washed his hands and sat down, and the food was served.

The topic just now is over.

Jing You took a piece of pineapple chicken, swallowed it, looked at Jiang Sheng and said, "Why didn't Secretary Jiang cook for me before?"

Jiang Shengyan replied: "The boss never asked."

The answer is indeed that simple.

Jingyou can eat anything she wants, from mountains and seas to delicacies.

Jiang Shengyan had no chance or reason to cook for Jingyou.

Jing You focused his attention on food. Although there were only a few home-cooked dishes in front of him, the daily task of eating seemed less boring.

Jiang Shengyan couldn't help but look up.

Jing You's every dish will be favored, even the amount of sandwiches is similar, it can be said that it is rained and dewy.

Jiang Shengyan felt another joy of cooking for the first time.

Jing You stopped his chopsticks and wondered: "Why doesn't Secretary Jiang eat?"

Jiang Shengyan curved his lips, "I'm eating."

After speaking, the chopsticks in his hand that had not been moved for a long time sent a mouthful of white rice to his mouth.

"Secretary Jiang, you have eaten your face."

Jing You stretched out a hand and took off the white rice grain from Jiang Shengyan's mouth.

But Jing You didn't throw away the grain of rice, but got it on Jiang Shengyan's nose.

"Secretary Jiang, your nose will grow rice, and we won't have to buy rice in the future."

Jiang Shengyan calmly took a mouthful of food, chewed it a few times, put pressure on his throat, and swallowed it.

Jing You: "Don't Secretary Jiang like my cold joke?"

Jiang Shengyan took a breath and looked away. "Have a meal."

Jing You's face was slightly disappointed, and he poked at the rice in the bowl.

"Hahaha." Jiang Shengyan laughed a few times, "The boss's cold joke is very funny."

Jing You stared at Jiang Shengyan for a while, and said, "Secretary Jiang's reaction is so slow."

Then happily lowered her head and continued to eat.

The corners of Jiang Shengyan's lips turned up unconsciously and curved into a shallow arc.

Next day.

Jing You sat up and stretched, went down to the ground, and washed.

Forty minutes passed, and Jingyou's eye cream had been wiped off without seeing Jiang Shengyan.

Jing You walked out of the bedroom, there was no sign of Jiang Shengyan in the living room and dining room.

Jing You opened the door of Jiang Shengyan's bedroom, and there was a human-shaped protrusion on the bed.

Jing You walked over, Jiang Shengyan still closed her eyes.

It is extremely rare for her to wake up later than Jingyou.

Jing You gently pushed Jiang Shengyan's shoulder and called, "Secretary Jiang."

The person on the bed is unresponsive.

Jing You leaned closer and pressed his lips to Jiang Shengyan's ear.

"Secretary Jiang, Secretary Jiang, Secretary Jiang."

Jiang Shengyan frowned, her eyes still closed.

Jing You touched Jiang Shengyan's forehead with his hand, it was very hot.

Jing You looked nervous, went back to the house and took his mobile phone to call Secretary Qi, asking him to contact the doctor to come to the apartment.

Jiang Shengyan woke up, his head was dizzy, his throat seemed to be set on fire, and the pain was burning.

"Cough cough cough cough!" Jiang Shengyan coughed a few times, very violently, almost coughing his lungs out of his throat.

Jing You hurriedly went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water for Jiang Shengyan.

Jiang Shengyan took a sip and said, "It's too cold." His voice was hoarse.

Jing You patted his head and poured some hot water into the cup.

Jiang Shengyan drank a whole glass of water, but his throat was still dry and astringent.

"I have called the doctor." Jing You said.

Jiang Shengyan covered her mouth and said to Jing You, "Then go out, don't infect you with germs."

Jing You thought about it, and turned around without hesitation.

—It's really rude.

The muscles at the corners of Jiang Shengyan's mouth couldn't help twitching a few times, and a coughing sound broke out.

Jing You pulled out a mask from the cabinet and put it on. He turned back to the bed, pointed to his face, and said, "I have this."

Jiang Shengyan felt like a warm spring was poured into his heart.

The personal doctor gave Jiang Shengyan a brief examination.

The doctor said: "Secretary Jiang is just a common cold, with a body temperature of 38.5. Take some antipyretics along with physical cooling. If the body temperature drops to normal within a day, you can start taking cold medicines tomorrow."

"Where is it normal?" Jing You said nervously, "Secretary Jiang coughs so badly, won't he cough up blood?"

Doctor: "Mr. Jing, coughing is normal. Drinking more hot water can relieve sore throat."

Jing You: "But Secretary Jiang never—"

"I'm fine, don't make a fuss." Jiang Shengyan interrupted Jing You.

She turned to the doctor and said, "Thank you Doctor Zhou, walk slowly."

"All right then."

Jing You obediently closed his mouth and sat by the bed.

I'll come down and give Secretary Jiang a drip."

Jing You nodded.

The doctor bowed and left.

Jiang Shengyan smiled and comforted: "It's just a small cold. I thought it was nothing for the first two days and didn't take it to heart. It's only 38 degrees, not too high."

"It's 38.5 degrees." Jing You said with a stern face, "Secretary Jiang is too irresponsible for his body."

Jing You got up from the bed, went out with a sullen face, and came back with an ice pack.

"Thank you." Jiang Shengyan took the ice pack from Jing You's hand and put it on his face, moving it from time to time, so that every piece of hot skin could enjoy the cool moisture.

Jing You murmured, "Why is Secretary Jiang so strong?" It seemed that he never needed someone to take care of him.

At this moment, she felt astringent in her heart.