Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

Alas, with such a scar, I only came in the afternoon, and there was no one left.

Which leader is not a low-key person, or who is like the head of their night, for fear that others will not know that he has a woman, but the genuine lady is in the hospital, and the one who can fight like this must be an outside woman.

Secretary Li's gaze was hard to express, and so did the people in the meeting.

Those small eyes didn't dare to fall on the face of the head of the night, and I felt warm when I looked at it more.

Ye Mulin had nothing to do. He held the meeting calmly, just stretched out his hand to adjust the neckline of the shirt. The action made all the women present feel very charming.

Ye Mulin continued to preside over the meeting until seven o'clock in the evening.

In his office, Secretary Li cleaned up the papers for him, Ye Mulin sat at the desk and stretched out his hand to open the drawer and took out two pills to take.

Secretary Li looked back, frowned and walked over: "Chief, is your stomach sick again?"

No, the chief did not show any discomfort in the conference room just now, but Secretary Li just remembered a little bit. The chief didn’t want others to know. After all, there are so many scratches on the neck and the stomach is guilty again. Was laughed to death.

Secretary Li felt angry and funny when she thought of this. She had been following Ye Mulin for ten years. She only felt that he became an older official when he was older, but he seemed to be getting more and more naive.

She stepped forward and said with concern: "Then you can rest here for a while. I will stay here. In addition, I will order a light meal. You will feel better before leaving." She was really worried.

Ye Mulin raised his eyes to look at her, and then said quietly, "Okay."

He went to the rest room inside to rest. Secretary Li has also been married and had children over the years, so he hurts others, children hurt, and old people like Ye Shouchang also hurt.

After Ye Mulin lay down, Secretary Li took his body temperature gently. The light movements would never make him uncomfortable. Then he took a small warm bag and filled it with hot water and placed him in his hand. Warm your stomach.

Ye Mulin put a hand on his forehead and said in a low voice, "You take care of this so well. If Shirley would probably not be able to, or it would be messy."

Secretary Li bent over to help him tuck the quilt and smiled: "The chief is disgusted, and he can't stop smiling even when she mentions her."

"I'm not smiling, I just hate her." He said, frowning again, but quickly relaxed again.

Secretary Li knew that he was unwell, so he said softly: "Then I will go outside to clean up. If half an hour is not good, I will go to the hospital. You have to listen to me."

His illness has dragged on for several years, and it is also a desperate job. This is the way he doesn't care about himself.

Secretary Li went out lightly, and approached the door thoughtfully. He sorted out the documents lightly by himself. After working for half an hour, he packed up the things, knocked on the door and opened the door to enter.

Ye Mulin was very bad, his face was pale.

Secretary Li went over and probed his forehead and muttered, "I'll ask someone to take you to the hospital."

Ye Mulin was awake, all frosty, but after a while it would heat up again, very hot and very hot.

He closed his eyes and murmured: "The phone is in his pocket, call Shirley for me. If you ask her to go home first, you will say I will work overtime."

After he finished speaking, he frowned again and closed his eyes.

Secretary Li knew that he was very unwell, so he had to take the cellphone and let him be taken to the hospital first.