Under the light, Zhou Miaomiao looked at him with her watery almond-shaped eyes without blinking.
"No…"
Mu Huaijin wanted to refuse, but changed his mind when he opened his mouth: "...Please help me apply the medicine!"
"Um?"
Zhou Miaomiao didn't quite hear it.
Mu Huaijin glanced at her and repeated calmly, "Help me apply the medicine."
"Okay, Mr. Mu."
Zhou Miaomiao blinked and nodded.
Mu Huaijin's suit was covered in dust. He raised his hand to take off his coat and unbuttoned his black shirt.
Every move she made was extremely elegant. Seeing this, Zhou Miaomiao avoided looking at her to avoid embarrassment.
Listening to the subtle movement behind her, she unconsciously clenched the bruise medicine in her hand.
After a moment, Zhou Miaomiao turned her head and saw Mu Huaijin's shirt was open, revealing a large area of white skin on his chest. This formed an extremely strong contrast with the large bruises on his waist and abdomen, like a crack appearing on a beautiful piece of porcelain, which was particularly regrettable.
She pursed her lips to calm herself down, lowered her eyes and focused on applying medicine to Mu Huaijin.
There was medicine poured on her slender white palm. She pressed it on the bruises on her waist and abdomen, rubbing them with moderate force, applying the medicine bit by bit, trying to rub the bruises as much as possible.
Mu Huaijin stretched out his hands and placed them on the back of the sofa. The pain from his waist and abdomen stimulated him and he couldn't help but let out a low gasp. He distracted his attention and his eyes unconsciously drifted to the person in front of him.
Seeing this person's hair, which looked particularly soft under the indoor lights, hanging down behind her in strands, her slender waist was less than the size of a hand, and her white earlobes were stained with a light red.
After a while.
"Boss Mu, the medicine is ready."
Zhou Miaomiao sat up straight, looked up, and put away the medicine in her hand.
Mu Huaijin looked gloomy and said "hmm" in a cold voice.
Seeing that it was getting late, Zhou Miaomiao realized that it was time to go back. She put the medicine box back to its place, said hello to Mu Huaijin, and hurried away.
"Bang!"
The door was closed.
Zhou Miaomiao went downstairs, and the wind blew away her wandering thoughts.
Inside the door, Mu Huaijin walked into the bathroom with an indecipherable expression on his face, and the sound of splashing water could be heard in the room.
the next day.
Zhou Miaomiao went to the company as usual, but found that Mu Huaijin was nowhere to be seen.
How strange!
As a president with workaholic attributes, Mu Huaijin had never seen this person disappear without saying hello.
At around ten o'clock in the morning, Zhou Miaomiao looked at the still empty president's office and went to Blue Bay.
Zhou Miaomiao often went in and out, so the security guard let her into the community.
She stood in front of the door on the 18th floor and knocked.
There was no response from inside the door for a long time, just when she was about to leave.
The door opened.
"Mr. Mu." She said.
Mu Huaijin, who came out to open the door, looked a little abnormal. She was wearing a black silk pajamas that exposed a large area of fair skin with a faint pink hue.
Zhou Miaomiao called out to him and noticed that he was staggering.
She went over to help, and her hand was frighteningly hot.
Zhou Miaomiao frowned and helped Mu Huaijin into the bedroom.
Seeing him lying groggy in bed, she quickly contacted her family doctor for a visit.
"You have a fever. Take some medicine and rest well. Eat a light diet for the next two days."
Doctor Lin warned.
Zhou Miaomiao nodded, took note of the matter, and sent Dr. Lin away.
After looking at Mu Huaijin who was sleeping in the bedroom with a fever-reducing patch on her, she went to the kitchen to make some porridge for her boss.
The rice porridge is cooked to the perfect softness, and a light rice fragrance floats in the air.
When Mu Huaijin woke up, he saw Zhou Miaomiao walking towards him under the light with a bowl of porridge.
Her long hair was casually draped, and her usually neatly ironed white shirt was rolled up to her elbows. Her almond-shaped eyes drooped on her fair face. Seeing him wake up, she put the porridge beside him and asked with concern, "Mr. Mu, are you feeling better?"
"Hmm." Mu Huaijin's throat rolled up and down slightly, and he withdrew his gaze.
At this moment, his eyes were misty and his thin lips were pursed, making him look particularly fragile.
"Doctor Lin just came to see you. Mr. Mu, you have a fever and need a light diet. I made some white porridge for you. Please have some first."
Mu Huaijin took the bowl of porridge, frowned, and put it down again, his tone was a bit fragile and childish: "It's a bit hot, drink it later. Is there anything going on at the company today?"
Zhou Miaomiao was stunned for a moment before explaining, "There's nothing going on at the company. I've postponed today's meeting, and I've also arranged for the company's lawyer to take over and follow up on the kidnapping matter."
"Um!"
"The driver was injured that day. After contacting him today, I gave him a few days off to rest."
"Um."
"Boss Mu, would you like to hire a nanny to take care of your three daily meals?"
"No, I don't like strangers coming to my house."
There was a hint of resistance in Mu Huaijin's tone. He looked at Zhou Miaomiao and then ordered:
"You can use my name to order meals at Kowloon Court these days. Just make your request clear to the restaurant."
Zhou Miaomiao nodded.
Kowloon Pavilion is a restaurant in S City that specializes in health and conditioning. She knew that this restaurant was famous for its various health-preserving sets, but she didn't expect that it could also be delivered.
He looked at Zhou Miaomiao, who looked thoughtful, and said calmly, "Change all recent emergency meetings to online meetings, and move all company documents back here."
"Okay, Mr. Mu."
Zhou Miaomiao nodded.
The rice porridge on the bedside table was no longer hot. Seeing Mu Huaijin pick up the bowl and finish drinking, Zhou Miaomiao asked, "Mr. Mu, let me serve you another bowl."
"Um!"
There was a hint of weakness in his voice due to illness.
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