Tang Xingmi saw that it was Fu Xiaohan calling.
Her beautiful almond-shaped eyes were filled with joy.
She swiped to answer the call on her phone, put it to her ear, and heard a familiar, pleasant, deep, magnetic voice from the other end of the line, "My dear."
Fu Xiaohan couldn't stop missing Tang Xingmi after just one day apart.
Every day feels like an eternity.
His precious son's image fills his mind and heart.
I wanted to call her ten or twenty times a day, but I was afraid it would affect her studies, so I restrained myself and only called her three times a day.
I wonder if my sweetheart misses him?
Tang Xingmi gave a soft "hmm," then asked with concern, "Xiao Han, how are you doing over there?"
"Everything is fine. How about you? Are you still experiencing morning sickness? Have you been eating properly?"
Fu Xiaohan had just returned to the hotel he had booked from the company there.
Before even having a meal, he called Tang Xingmi.
He wanted to be good and hear her voice.
"I'm fine, you don't need to worry about me. My appetite has been great lately, and I haven't had any morning sickness."
Tang Xingmi was on the phone while eating a milk candy.
Since that bout of morning sickness, she doesn't know if it was because the baby in her belly felt sorry for her mother or what, but she no longer felt so bad and didn't have morning sickness again.
Instead, her appetite increased significantly, and the nutritious meals Aunt Wen made for her tasted amazing, so she ate even more than before.
They've almost eaten themselves into little piglets.
"Sweetheart, I missed you."
The next second, a low, seductive voice drifted into her ears.
It made her heart flutter.
She also wanted to say that she missed him too.
However, Tang Xingmi felt a little shy about saying such things.
She didn't say it.
She just thought to herself, "Xiao Han, I miss you too, so much."
She was just too embarrassed to express it.
Her longing for Fu Xiaohan was no less than her longing for him.
"Did you miss me, my darling?"
Fu Xiaohan's voice came again.
Tang Xingmi wanted to say it, but found it difficult to say it.
"It seems my darling doesn't miss me anymore."
A man's aggrieved voice came from the other end of the line.
Is Xiao Han misunderstanding something?
She missed him, terribly!
She couldn't hold back any longer and blurted out, "Yes, I do!" She finally spoke her mind.
Fu Xiaohan was overjoyed to hear that his beloved was thinking of him.
A sweet smile played on his handsome face, dimples appearing on his cheeks. He teased her on purpose, "What? I didn't hear you clearly. Say it again, sweetie."
Tang Xingmi's face was warm, her cherry lips parted slightly, and she said in a soft, sweet voice, "I miss you."
When Fu Xiaohan heard Guai Guai say she missed him again, his heart was filled with sweetness.
"Aren't you going to do something for me, sweetie?"
At first, Tang Xingmi didn't understand the meaning of Fu Xiaohan's words.
Until they shamelessly begged, "Please give me a kiss, okay?"
Tang Xingmi finally realized what was happening.
Her fair ears were suddenly tinged with a bright crimson.
She shyly stared at her phone and made a small wooden horse noise.
Hearing the sweet, soft kiss from the girl, just like the sweet kiss from the boy, Fu Xiaohan felt a sweet warmth in his heart.
All the weariness he felt vanished.
Song Zhirang pushed open the door and walked in. "President Fu, the medicine has been bought."
Fu Xiaohan, who was leaning back on the sofa, quickly made a shushing gesture to Song Zhirang.
Song Zhirang immediately covered his mouth.
Oh no, did I say something wrong?
Tang Xingmi had just heard Assistant Song's voice coming from the phone, and it seemed like he was talking about some kind of medicine.
Her expression immediately turned tense, and she asked with concern, "Xiao Han, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Fu Xiaohan suppressed the nausea in his stomach and said with a smile in his voice, "No."
She still didn't believe it and asked anxiously, "But I just heard something about buying medicine. Are you sick?"
In order to dispel Tang Xingmi's suspicions, Fu Xiaohan had no choice but to say so.
"I'm really fine. I just knew he caught a cold, so I bought some medicine and came back."
Then he winked at Song Zhirang.
Song Zhirang immediately understood that the president had made up a lie, saying he was sick, so as not to worry his wife.
He is perfectly healthy.
The president was feeling unwell in his stomach; his face was deathly pale, and he was in excruciating pain, yet he lied to his wife, saying he was fine.
Song Zhirang also knew that the president was thinking this way, that is, he didn't want the president's wife to worry.
He endured it all by himself.
The first thing I did when I got back from the company was to call the president's wife.
If he weren't feeling unwell and didn't want the president's wife to notice, the president would have already made a video call to her.
Fu Xiaohan beckoned Song Zhirang over.
Give him the phone and use your eyes to show him what he should and shouldn't say, and let him know the consequences if he says the wrong thing.
Song Zhirang nodded vigorously, taking the phone from Fu Xiaohan with both hands.
It indicates that you understand.
He said to Tang Xingmi on the other end of the phone, "Madam President, I have a cold. I'm sorry for interrupting your conversation with President Fu. Cough cough cough..."
Song Zhirang coughed a few times, trying to convince the president's wife.
It turned out that Assistant Song had caught a cold.
She was still worried and asked, "Assistant Song, is Xiao Han really alright over there?"
Song Zhirang glanced at Fu Xiaohan beside him; the look in Fu Xiaohan's eyes made Song Zhirang's back go cold.
He then spoke against his conscience into the phone, saying, "Mr. Fu, Mr. Fu is fine."
She was terrified; she thought Xiao Han was feeling unwell.
Thankfully, Xiao Han is alright.
Hearing Assistant Song say that Xiao Han was alright, Tang Xingmi's tense heart finally relaxed.
Tang Xingmi offered a caring remark, "Assistant Song, please take good care of yourself too."
Song Zhirang's pupils dilated. The president's wife still cared about him! He was thrilled and happily prepared to say, "Okay, thank you for your concern, president's wife."
However, before he could finish speaking, Fu Xiaohan snatched the phone from him.
When Song Zhirang looked up, he saw the terrifying, murderous look in his boss Fu's eyes.
Song Zhirang was so frightened that he couldn't help but shudder.
He quickly turned around and stepped back.
Aunt Wen's voice came from the lobby on the first floor, "Young Madam, dinner is ready."
"Okay, I'll be right there."
Upon hearing this, Fu Xiaohan said, "Sweetie, go eat quickly."
Tang Xingmi added a heartwarming reminder, "Okay, take good care of yourself over there."
"Okay, you too." Fu Xiaohan felt waves of stomach cramps, but he forced himself to smile and replied.
"Um."
The two hung up the phone.
Fu Xiaohan broke out in a cold sweat from the pain.
Upon hearing that the president had finished his phone call, Song Zhirang quickly brought in a cup of hot water and pushed open the door.
Seeing her boss, Mr. Fu, curled up on the sofa in discomfort, she hurried over, picked up the medicine for stomach pain from the table, and came to his side.
"Mr. Fu, please take this medicine quickly."
Fu Xiaohan was helped to sit up by Song Zhirang, drank water, and took medicine.
"You've worked hard today, go and get some rest."
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