Dear Commander-in-Chief

Yun Qiao ignored him and asked Uncle Zhang directly: "Who threw the cat yesterday? It wasn't the palace saint who threw it, right?"

Zhang Bo nodded: "After the President sent you home the night before yesterday, he went to the office and didn't come back all day and night. He kept working. He didn't come into contact with the cat. This cat was taken away by Dr. Bailang when he checked the house for allergens. of."

Bai Lang wailed: "Uncle Zhang, I was joking with her, why are you so serious!"

Zhang Bo said calmly: "Although the President is unconscious, he has the right to show the truth to Miss Xiao Qiao."

Bailang muttered depressedly: "I didn't lie to her, I just... told her the seriousness of the matter, otherwise she wouldn't really care about the President."

Zhang Bo: "You'd better tell Miss Xiao Qiao that the President was angry that you took action on your own initiative and touched Miss Xiao Qiao's cat, and almost threw you to Africa to live with mosquitoes."

Bailang: "..."

No, he doesn’t want it, this is so shameless!

The two were talking.

When he turned around, Yun Qiao was gone.

Uncle Zhang was afraid that Yun Qiao would blame himself too much and do something to harm himself, so he quickly asked his servant to find him.

As a result, the servant replied that Miss Xiao Qiao had just asked the driver to drive to the set.

Bai Lang curled his lips and became more energetic: "Let me tell you, the little goblin doesn't really care about the President at all! When he saw that he was fainting, he didn't bother to accompany him and went to the crew to have fun. The crew is so fun. , there are young fresh meat, movie stars and so on, how can it be so boring to be at home with a half-dead patient..."

Zhang Bo glared at Bai Lang lightly: "Miss Xiao Qiao is not the kind of person you said."

Although that is what is said.

But he was also a little confused: What was Miss Xiao Qiao doing on the set in the middle of the night?

Although he also heard that Li Ping'an had recently divided the crew into day shift and night shift in order to keep up with the filming schedule. He and the assistant director led two teams respectively, and the two shifts were on the ground to shoot continuously. Therefore, at this time, go The crew was indeed lively and lively, with things to watch and things to play.

However, although Miss Xiao Qiao is playful, she is a measured person.

Although he is obsessed with money, he is a generous and kind person.

This can be seen from earthquake relief and donations to build schools.

Uncle Zhang did not believe that Yun Qiao would abandon the President and go out to play alone at this time.

However, he couldn't figure out what Yun Qiao was doing.

Two hours later.

The sky is bright.

Gong Sheng finally opened his eyes.

"The President is awake!"

With a surprise call from the servant.

Bai Lang and Uncle Zhang both sat up in shock and quickly came to Gong Sheng's bedside.

"Mr. President, are you feeling better?"

"Brother Gong, tell me what's wrong with you and I'll adjust the dosage for you."

The cynical Bai Lang also became serious when he saw Gong Sheng's tired and pale face and bloodshot eyeballs.

Gong Sheng waved his hand slowly: "No need. You all go down and rest. I'm not that fragile. I'll be fine."

As he spoke, his eyes searched the room.

The crystal lamp has been turned on, the room is brightly lit, and every corner is clearly illuminated - there is no shadow of Yun Qiao.

Gong Sheng lowered his eyes in despair and closed his eyes.

Bai Lang and Zhang Bo looked at each other. They both knew what Gong Sheng meant, but neither of them dared to say anything more.

After a while, Bai Lang muttered unwillingly: "I'm going to catch that cat now, Brother Gong. Even if you send me to Africa this time, I can't let that damn cat keep." More like-minded people can chat about "Dear Chief Sir" together, follow "Youdu Literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~