Chapter 137: Book Boat Fever
"A Miao." After seeing Uncle Wang off, Wen Shuzhou called out to the little kid behind him.
"I'm going to sleep." Wen Miao ran upstairs and into the bedroom.
"Ah Miao, wait for me."
Wen Shuzhou reacted and was about to follow his child upstairs. He glanced at the TV which was not turned off and reached for the remote control. In just two or three seconds, when he looked up again, the child had already closed the door.
Wen Shuzhou sighed lightly, took a few big steps up the stairs and knocked on the child's door, but he only heard the child's words to him.
"Shuzhou, you go sleep next door tonight."
"Ah Miao..." Wen Shuzhou was extremely reluctant, and tried to call the child a few times at the door, but the child just wouldn't let go. He had no choice but to go back to his room and hug his pillow.
"Oh, what a miserable life!"
The night was endless, Wen Miao was sleeping soundly, but Wen Shuzhou couldn't sleep until midnight.
The next morning, when Uncle Wang came back after washing up, Wen Shuzhou was still sleeping upstairs. It wasn't that Wen Shuzhou's biological clock had been broken, but that he had a fever. If Wen Miao hadn't gone upstairs to call him to eat, he wouldn't have noticed.
"Uncle Wang, Uncle Wang..." Wen Miao suddenly became anxious.
"A Miao, I feel uncomfortable." Wen Shuzhou said in a hoarse voice.
"What's wrong?" Uncle Wang heard Wen Miao's anxious call and went upstairs in two steps.
"Uncle Wang, Shuzhou has a fever. Please take care of him while I go find some antipyretic medicine." Wen Miao gave instructions and hurried back to the bedroom to find medicine.
"Okay." Uncle Wang reached out and touched his eldest master's forehead. It was a little hot, but it was okay.
"Master, would you like some water? Do you want to call the family doctor?"
"No, just take the medicine." Wen Shuzhou leaned his head heavily on the pillow. Without the gold-rimmed glasses, he looked particularly fragile.
"Shuzhou, take your medicine." Wen Miao quickly entered the room, holding a cup of warm water and medicine, as well as an ice pack wrapped in a towel.
"Uncle Wang, lend a hand."
"good."
Uncle Wang swiftly took the water and medicine and fed them to his eldest master. Wen Miao then put an ice pack on Wen Shuzhou's forehead and said with concern.
"Shuzhou, are you feeling better?"
"Yeah, much better." Wen Shuzhou responded, trying to curl his lips.
"Shuzhou, are you hungry? Have some porridge. I made some radish and vegetable porridge!" Wen Miao glanced at Wen Shuzhou's pale face and said.
"Okay." Wen Shuzhou nodded slightly.
"Wait a minute, I'll be right up." Wen Miao said, then got up and went to the kitchen.
"Uncle Wang, talk to Yan Feng about the company's matters and let him handle it. He knows what's going on." Wen Shuzhou said in a light voice.
"I know, young master. I'll go tell him right away." Uncle Wang closed the door, stood still, turned on his cell phone and dialed a number.
"What? The president is sick? Is it serious?" Yan Feng paused slightly, as if he didn't expect Wen Shuzhou to be sick, and then asked.
"It's not serious. I've already taken medicine." Uncle Wang stated the facts.
"Okay, Uncle Wang, don't worry, I'll take care of the company's affairs. Let the president have a good rest."
"Well, I will tell the young master!"
After hanging up the phone, Yan Feng felt for the first time that his CEO had become down-to-earth. In the past few years with the CEO, he had always been invincible for the sake of Wen's company and had never been sick. Even when he was sick, he pretended that nothing was wrong. Now that he could honestly lie in bed and rest when he was sick, to be honest, it was really good!