Happy Together

"Hey! What are you guys doing!"

Zhuo Han looked at the explosion of Ruan Qing with his arms around his chest, and smiled, "Your man said, before going to work, let me move your desk to the office of the secretary to the president."

"Why go to him? You are my boss, shouldn't you say something for me?" Ruan Qing stared at Zhuo Han angrily.

Zhuo Han shrugged innocently, and let the two porters lift her table up and out of the office.

Then, he walked to her and said, "I want to stay with you. I am your boss, but he is also my boss. He hired me to work with a high salary. How could I go against his meaning?"

"But, our studio is here. I ran up to it. How inconvenient to communicate!" Ruan Qing frowned and said, what exactly does Rong Haochuan want to do?

Why is he going to the company so quickly to recover from illness in the hospital?

And didn't I say, it's all hers, so I will raise her desk now.

"I know, what documents or instructions are needed, I will email or call you to tell you." Zhuo Han smiled helplessly at her.

Ruan Qing saw that the general situation was gone, and was unable to return to the sky, she could only stare at Zhuo Han.

Zhuo Han stepped forward and patted her shoulder, "I heard that he woke up after being in a coma for two days in the hospital? Xiaoqing, you are a husband and wife, so you should be supervising his body in the past. Don't be too mad."

"...I'm sorry, I shouldn't have spoken for him again."

Realizing that he might have said too much, Zhuo Han coughed and went to sit down in front of his desk.

Ruan Qing did not speak any more, took the bag and walked out of the office.

The decoration and sound insulation of the president's office are different from other floors. Rong Haochuan likes to be quiet, so there is hardly any movement here.

The president's secretary's office has been vacated for her a long time ago.

Ruan Qing used to work with many people, but she was a bit uncomfortable just because of the sudden collapse.

The computer had been assembled for her, and everything was left on the desk intact.

Ruan Qing sat there for ten minutes before adapting to work.

To Ruan Qing's satisfaction, although Rong Haochuan's office is next door, she never came to disturb her once. She came out of the office during lunch time.

It just so happened that the door of the president's office also opened.

Rong Haochuan looked at her who came out next door, his thin lips raised, "It just so happens, let's go together."

"Don't, the impact is not good. You didn't just come out of the hospital, why don't you come here without a two-day break?" Ruan Qing said, walking towards the employee elevator.

But before he went up, he was pulled to stay and got on the exclusive elevator on the side.

"At work, I have maximized the decompression, and I will not be very tired. If I take a normal rest at night, I will recover quickly." Rong Haochuan said as he circled her in the corner of the elevator.

"Rong Haochuan, why did you lift my desk up?"

"You are going to be separated from me. I can't see you at night, and I can't see you again during working hours. What do you want me to do?"

One question and one answer, simply and neatly.

Ruan Qing was stunned for a second, seeming to understand what the man meant, "So, what do you mean. I want to go back to my job, only--"

"Yes, take your thoughts of divorce away, and I will send you back to your studio immediately." Rong Haochuan made no secret of his ambitions, looking at her with deep eyes narrowly.

"Daughter-in-law, day and night, you can give me some time, please be considerate of me, okay?"

With a ding sound, the elevator floor arrived.

But when Ruan Qing went down, he realized that this was not the restaurant floor.

Rong Haochuan got out of the elevator, took her hand, walked toward the corridor, and entered a room.

As soon as he entered, Ruan Qing smelled an attractive fragrance.

"This is done by my personal chef. Because of my health, I need to take care of it for a while." Rong Haochuan said, helping her to open the chair, let her sit down first, and then seated opposite her.

In the past few days, he was too tired and did not eat well, so he often had stomach pains. That's why he asked the private chef to come over and give him special care.

"You also need to raise, we just have one piece, which saves me from eating and wasting." Rong Haochuan said, looking at her with a smile in his eyes.

After the dishes were served, Ruan Qing could not help but move his chopsticks.

After only one bite, she couldn't control it and started eating one bite after another. The shrimp fried rice was delicious. She didn't know what was added. It tasted better than the professional ones.

She found that the originally hard heart, at this moment, melted into the food.

"What is this, crispy and crispy, is this layer of leaves banana leaves?" Ruan Qing took a bite of the triangular biscuits, which he had never eaten before.

"It's an Indian triangle cake. As a chef, I can cook rice from all over the world." Rong Haochuan was eating the bowl of porridge in front of her, which was specially prepared for her.

"If you like it, we can invite him to the house and cook three meals a day."

Ruan Qing nodded without hesitation first, then shook his head, "No, the salary must be expensive."

Rong Haochuan laughed, she really knew a good wife who saved him money.

"No, the western restaurant under Baichuan has a fixed dividend, so it is free to do it for us."

Ruan Qing took a sip of the delicious soup, looked at him, and continued to eat.

Only then did I realize that I seemed to have been fooled. The man had invisibly crushed her fortress, and was trying to get her to dispel the idea of ​​divorce and even separation.

Therefore, his every step is well designed, and he is pulling her into the trap.

But Ruan Qing tasted the food on the tip of his tongue, and set up a guard in his heart. No, the food is still to be eaten, but the trap cannot be entered.

Since she couldn't avoid it, she wanted to see what other tricks Rong Haochuan had.

Before I knew it, I had a lot of lunch.

This person tends to get sleepy when he is full, and Ruan Qing is no exception.

After going up, she was going to go back to the office and squint for a while, but when she passed by Rong Haochuan's office, she was pulled in with a hug.

Inside the small suite.

Rong Haochuan hugged her directly onto the bed, "You have no place to rest in your office. It's uncomfortable to be on your stomach. Let's lie down and sleep for a while. Someone will call you when you arrive."

"Uncomfortable? Don't all the people in the company come here like this?" Ruan Qing couldn't help but raised her eyebrows and asked, at work, who is thinking of having a bed to rest.

"You are different. You are the boss's wife. If the boss has to work so hard, what's the point of being a boss?" Rong Haochuan took it for granted, taking off her shoes.

Ruan Qing couldn't help but doze off as soon as he touched the bed. Who doesn't know the bed is comfortable, "Then I will go to sleep, you can't touch me."

Rong Haochuan lay on her side with one hand lightly wrapped around her waist, and said with one hand, "Don't touch."

"I promise not to take the initiative to touch you."

Ruan Qing narrowed his eyes and gradually fell asleep.

A scent of seemingly nothing, slowly drifting in the room.

When she fell asleep, Ruan Qing felt a little contemplative, and the most sensitive part of her heart seemed to be gently pushed. She couldn't help but rubbed against him, turned over and hugged him, intending to stay asleep.

Rong Haochuan closed his eyes, but the corners of his lips twitched slightly and hugged her shoulders.