Chapter 132 Is he sick?

When she passed by the bar, she saw the news truck of the provincial TV station.

It's just an ordinary cultural law enforcement, and mainstream public opinion organizations such as the provincial news station will pay attention to it. But if there is no one pushing it behind the scenes, it is impossible to imagine it.

Mo Shaochen laughed helplessly, "It was arranged by the people below. From the fourth quarter of last year to the first quarter of this year, the club's revenue has continued to decline. If it doesn't improve by the end of the year, the salary and performance of the entire management team will be reduced."

So, it was all done by others and had nothing to do with him.

Assistant Xu, the scapegoat, stood beside the man with a polite yet awkward smile on his face.

Tang Qi was about to say something when a man's suppressed cough suddenly came from the phone.

It wasn't the kind of cough caused by sore throat. Although the other party quickly covered the phone, she still heard some of it and felt a deep sense of distress.

After waiting for about thirty seconds, the man's hoarse voice came from the other end of the phone again, "Sorry, I'm feeling a little unwell."

"Are you ill?"

"It's just a minor problem. It will be fine after two days of rest."

Listening to the increasingly hoarse voice, she checked the time: 11:35 pm.

"It's getting late. You should go to bed first. We can talk about it tomorrow." She felt a little depressed.

Mo Shaochen smiled and replied, "Okay, you should go to bed early too, good night."

After Mo Shaochen hung up the phone, Assistant Xu hurriedly handed over the water in his hand, and asked with a hint of caution in his respect, "Is Miss Tang angry?"

Mo Shaochen threw his cell phone onto the bedside table, his dark eyes seemed to be filled with ice.

"What gave you the illusion that I've become easy to talk to? Xu Yang has been in Africa for so long and hasn't finished building the building yet. Why don't you go and help him?"

Xu Xing's knees weakened and he almost fell to his knees. "I'm sorry, I didn't think it through. I will explain to Miss Tang in person that I sent the text messages and photos without your knowledge."

"Do you believe this?" The man said with a half-smile.

"But it's true. You were undergoing transluminal therapy at the time and had no time..."

Xu Xing's words gradually disappeared under the man's sharp gaze, which was like a physical blade.

"If she knew my physical condition, I guarantee that you would go to more than just Africa."

Under tremendous pressure, Xu Xing changed his words: "You have been busy with work and meetings since you returned to the Imperial Capital. You have no time to deal with the affairs of City B. I took care of everything for you."

Mo Shaochen closed his dark eyes tiredly and leaned against the head of the bed, "No need, she's not angry."

After saying this, a hint of joy appeared at the corners of his mouth.

He really portrayed the moodiness quite well.

Xu Xing felt relieved, but when he saw the man closing his eyes with a happy expression, his eyes became slightly moist.

Who would have thought that such a powerful, noble, and unparalleled person would be nearing the end of his life.

On the plane from City B back to the capital, Mo Shaochen fell into a coma due to a sudden worsening of his condition. He finally recovered and woke up in the past two days.

He has been working for the man since graduation. For nearly ten years, he knows exactly what the man is thinking.

He clearly misses her in his heart, but he tries his best to endure it. If this man, who is always confident and decisive, was not physically exhausted, how could he be so hesitant and indecisive when facing the only girl he likes.

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So he sent a text message to Tang Qi without her permission, hoping that Tang Qi would know that the man was sick and advise him to rest more.

"Prepare the car and go back to the old house."

Just when Xu Xing thought that the man on the bed had fallen asleep, he opened his gloomy black eyes.

"It's so late now. You just had a clearing. Yan Xi said it would be best for you to stay in bed for a while to help your recovery."

Mo Shaochen lifted the thin blanket on his body and stood up with slow movements, but once he stood up, he regained his usual strong and indifferent demeanor.

The slim black high-end suit makes him look noble and extraordinary, like a king who reigns over the world and will not tolerate any disobedience.

Xu Xing was still worried. "It's so late. The people in the old house may not still be waiting. You should come back tomorrow..."

Mo Shaochen turned a deaf ear and walked out of the room.

Don't panic, everyone~ The boss won't die that easily~

(End of this chapter)