Chapter 772 Treatment?
"I'll be back this weekend,"
The man was answering a call with his back to her, and his elegant and deep voice was filled with a cold rejection.
"But there's no need for treatment, Auntie. You don't need to worry about it."
Shen Pianpian, who was approaching quietly, was suddenly stunned when he heard this.
Treatment? What treatment?
The big boss is sick?
Just as I was thinking about it, the man seemed to have noticed the sound and turned his chair around.
So he happened to see the girl hunched over with her fists clenched, acting like a thief.
The two looked at each other, and Cheng Zhiyuan's voice suddenly got stuck in his throat.
His originally cold expression seemed to be made for Secretary Liu, and at this moment it froze for a moment.
The girl maintained this obscene posture and waved her claws at him awkwardly.
"H-Hi boss!"
Cheng Zhiyuan: ...
The man nodded calmly, then said to the phone,
"My cold recovered a few days ago. There's no need to take medicine for such a minor illness. You don't have to worry, Auntie."
"Then I'm hanging up."
"See you this weekend."
Cheng Zhiyuan hung up the phone calmly.
On the other end of the phone, Cheng Yuqing widened his eyes and said "Hello, hello, hello" several times.
"What the hell? What cold and medicine? Who wants to treat your cold?"
Aunt Cheng blinked her eyes and immediately said worriedly,
"Oh no, has this brat developed some new problem?"
Cheng·Psychopath·Zhiyuan, who was suspected of having some new problems, was smiling calmly at his girlfriend at this moment.
"When did you come back?"
He stood up from behind the table, unbuttoned a button and walked towards the girl.
"Why didn't you call me so I could pick you up at the airport?"
"Are you my fan, Mr. Cheng? And you want to pick me up at the airport?"
The girl stood up straight, with her hands behind her back and a smile on her face, she was as graceful and beautiful as a flower.
"Can't I be your fan?"
The man came to her, leaned over and kissed her on the lips, his voice deep and with a smile suppressed in his throat,
"Although you seem to have a lot of male fans, Miss Shen, someone as outstanding as me should be able to be a fan leader, right? Can't you give me a backdoor?"
Shen Pianpian wrinkled her nose, raised her head and rubbed his nose with the tip of her nose, muttering,
"I've already let you kiss me, what else do you want? You're already the most treated fangirl among all of us, okay?"
After a pause, Miss Shen tilted her head and said hesitantly,
"What were you talking about just now...treatment or something?"
The girl's dark eyes reflected the man's handsome face, which was as deep as a knife and an axe. She blinked doubtfully.
"Are you ill?"
After a slight pause, the man said calmly,
"I had a slight cold before, it's nothing serious."
Shen Pianxian stared at him and nodded, then slowly said,
"But isn't your aunt a psychiatrist?"
"How can she cure a cold?"
"Do you think psychiatrists can only treat psychological problems?"
The man seemed to think she was very naive, reached out and touched her hair, smiled,
"She can also treat colds, fevers, and other minor issues."
Shen Pianpian nodded suddenly, but for some reason, she always felt that something was wrong.
But the next second her thoughts were suddenly interrupted.
The man bent down, grabbed her legs, and lifted her up like a child.
"ah!"
This was the first time Miss Shen was hugged like this since she became an adult.
Suddenly, the girl, who was a head taller than Cheng Zhiyuan, reached out and nervously grabbed the man's shoulders, screaming in fear.
"Why are you putting me down quickly?"
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