Chapter 39

Luo Jie was stunned: "So, it's still a noble feeling?"

"What else?" He Songgao asked back.

"Then, have you ever had this kind of feeling?"

"Of course I have."

He said yes, and Luo Jie was stunned and fell into thought. When he was in China, Luo Jie didn't seem to have seen him talk about this so-called noble love. Of course, he may have had it, but he didn't know. No, no, this idea was quickly denied by Luo Jie. When people are in love, it is inevitable that some clues will emerge and be seen through. This kind of love that cannot be seen on the surface is not there. So maybe He Songgao is in love with a foreigner.

"Is it a foreigner? Have you been in love with a foreigner?" Luo Jie asked curiously.

He Songgao bent his fingers and tapped his head: "Don't guess, you can't guess."

Oh my god, it hurts! Luo Jie covered his forehead and said angrily: "Knocking on the head affects IQ, don't you know? Don't do this again next time, don't think that I dare not fight back just because you are the president."

"But why are you so stupid even if I don't tap you?" He Songgao smiled, "It seems that there is no direct relationship between the two." As he said, he stretched out his hand and tapped Luo Jie again, but this time it was very light, like a tickle, and Luo Jie didn't even have time to feel the temperature of his fingertips.

Even so, we can't just knock people casually, "People's words are magical. I'm not stupid, but you often call me stupid, so I've become a real fool."

"Is there a difference between true and false stupidity?" He Songgao found it funny, "Stupid is stupid, don't make excuses for your stupidity."

Luo Jie was a little angry: "I warn you, don't call me stupid again..."

"Okay." He Songgao interrupted him, "The snow is getting lighter, let's go."

Luo Jie followed him foolishly into the vast snow, feeling the snowflakes falling on his face and shoulders like swarms of bees. He felt dissatisfied and poked He Songgao's waist: "It's snowing so heavily, are you blind? I can't even see the road."

He Songgao snorted and said, "How about I lead you by the hand?"

"Don't try to take advantage of me." Roger got goosebumps all over his body. "If you ask me, you should just go and have a relationship. What's the point of being with a straight guy like me every day? Don't treat me as your peer. I don't get your radar."

"You are being sentimental again." He Songgao chuckled. "You are not my type. You should have this self-awareness, okay?" "

Okay, okay, okay." Tsk, what's the big deal? I wish you liked someone else.

On the short walk to the parking lot, Roger was soaked by snow all over his head. The temperature was too low, so the snow did not melt immediately on his face. Some light snowflakes were on his eyelashes and cheeks, and some broke into tiny ice crystals. He blinked, feeling like he was about to freeze to death in such a cold and snowy day: "Don't you think the winter in Yangcheng is getting colder and colder?"

"No." He Songgao said, staring at his face.

"...Why?" Roger felt a little uncomfortable. To be honest, He Songgao's eyes are very beautiful, black and white, when he looks at others so seriously, he looks very sincere, very affectionate. But this affection is objective! Isn't there a saying that he is affectionate even when he looks at a dog. Well, it's right to think so. Luo Jie jumped on the spot, snowflakes falling down like a tree that couldn't bear the weight, "Where's Lao Chen? Why hasn't he come yet?"

"Soon." He Songgao stood there without moving his body, raised his hand and touched Luo Jie's face.

"?" Luo Jie was stunned, what's going on, didn't I tell him not to touch him? !

He Songgao just wiped the remaining snow off his face, stayed for a while and took it away: "Okay. You're welcome."

"Ahem." Luo Jie was too embarrassed to say anything, and Lao Chen happened to drive over, and He Songgao didn't see him because he had his back to him. He pushed He Songgao and said, "The car is here, get in quickly."

Luo Jie was very busy for a while. The secretary and the president are equally busy. If he is busy, it means He Songgao is busier than him. The two of them hardly have time to chat, they are always communicating about work. At the end

of November, a week before the business trip, Roger finally confirmed some details of the European trip.

The last half of the president's itinerary was blank, no hotel was booked, no air tickets were booked, and there were only four small words written on it: "Private trip."

Roger took the itinerary and quietly asked He Songgao: "Are you going on vacation?"

He Songgao looked at him and said, "Don't ask about the president's private affairs."

So it means going on vacation. Roger pouted and said sourly: "I really envy your president, who can vacation all over the world. Where are you going this time?" It should be within Europe, France? Italy? It can't be Northern Europe, Norway, Finland, Iceland? He was really jealous, because he didn't have the chance to go to Northern Europe to see the Northern Lights.

"Europe."

"Where in Europe?"

He Songgao typed on the computer with one hand and took a sip of tea with the other hand: "I haven't decided yet."

The weather has been cold recently, and Luo Jie was afraid that the president would choose style over temperature every day and get frozen again, so he made ginger tea for him. There was no sugar in it, and it was so spicy that it rushed straight to the head. Fortunately, the president was not picky and would drink whatever he was given. Raising pigs is no different. Luo Jie smelled the fragrant ginger scent that filled the room and made a reasonable request: "Will I have this opportunity?"

"What opportunity?" The president asked knowingly.

"An opportunity to go on vacation in Europe."

"Didn't I go there before?"

The president was probably talking about the cruise tour in Europe the year before last. That year, the European branch had just been established. In order to reward everyone, the president specially chartered a luxury cruise ship to travel around the Baltic Sea. The ship departed from Copenhagen, Denmark, passing through Norway, Sweden, Finland, Estonia and other European countries. In order to have a deeper experience, the president specially invited a special travel customization consultant to carefully plan this team building. For ten days and nine nights, they had a great time in some coastal towns in Europe. At night, they held parties on the ship, played games, and had fun all night long. The next day, they were still energetic and walked on the shore.

That experience was indeed special for Roger. It was his first time to have so much fun that he almost wanted to jump into the Baltic Sea and become a wandering spirit.

But it was not good because the president was not there.

The president seemed to have no interest in such large-scale group carnivals. He would rather stay in the office to handle official business than be disturbed by a group of noisy ducks. The president is just that kind of person. He likes quietness, and extreme quietness.

Roger said, "I think it would be a different kind of experience to go on vacation alone."

"Indeed." He Songgao nodded in agreement.

"Why not draw this at the annual meeting this year?" Roger didn't expect him to give him a backdoor. It would be fine to draw a European tour at the annual meeting. Anyone could win it. Maybe he just happened to be lucky enough to win. "A five-country European tour, with chartered flights, hotel, meals and accommodation, how about that, hehe."

The president was particularly cheerful today: "Okay." He said it without blinking.

Yeah! Roger cheered in his heart and immediately went out to draft the annual meeting lottery plan.

In the afternoon, Roger suddenly felt a little dizzy and his nose was itchy. He kept sniffing at his workstation.

Lulu heard it and asked worriedly: "Secretary Luo, do you have a cold? Do you want me to give you some cold medicine?"

Roger replied to the email and said: "No, I'm very strong and rarely get sick." As soon as he finished speaking, he sneezed loudly.

Lulu said, "I think you have a cold. Wait for me, I'll go look for it. There seem to be a few packets of strawberry-flavored cold syrup in the medicine box. I'll make you one."

Roger felt two streams of warm liquid flowing out of his nose. Could he really have a cold? He thought, it must be because the weather has been too cold recently and he is always running outside. It's really terrible. There are so many things that haven't been done yet. If I catch a cold now, it will be a mess.

After drinking the cold medicine, Roger hurried downstairs with a notebook to attend the meeting. The business trip team discussed the exhibition process of the Munich Auto Show, and Roger went to listen. He was fine during the meeting. He wrote down the key points of the meeting, sorted them out and sent them to He Songgao. He also ate two soda cookies during the meeting. But when he was about to get off work, he could n't do it

anymore. He felt his waist was sore and his head was heavy. He wanted to lie down and take a nap. Lulu looked at his face and said with concern: "Secretary Luo, are you okay?"

Luo Jie felt that he was not well. But in order not to let Lulu worry, he said: "I'm fine. Maybe I was just suffocated in the heating room. You go first. I'll write a plan and then go back."

Lulu walked away, looking back every few steps.

Qinqin also got off work afterwards, and Luo Jie was the only one left in the president's office.

He Songgao went out to work today, and I don't know if he will come back in the evening. Luo Jie habitually sent him a message: "Are you going back to the office tonight?"

He Songgao didn't say whether he would reply or not, but only asked: "What's wrong?"

"I want to order some food, do you want to eat?"

"No. Are you still working overtime?"

"Yes." Luo Jie felt his head getting heavier and heavier, almost hitting his phone, "Are you outside? Wear more clothes. It's too cold this year. Don't catch a cold again."

"Yeah." He Songgao said, and asked one more question, "Why do you suddenly care about me so much?"

"What's wrong with caring about you? Who will pay me if you fall ill?" Luo Jie said, and complained by the way, "It's all your fault that you often ask me to go out with you recently. I think I have a cold."

"Cold?"

"Yes. No, it's a fever. I feel my body is hot and I feel dizzy. I don't know how high my fever is."

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah." So what if you have a fever? You still have to work overtime, poor office worker. "I'll take some fever-reducing medicine."

"Don't work overtime, go back and rest."

"How can that be!" Luo Jie poked the screen softly with his fingers. "There's still a lot of work to be done. I'm so busy."

"Where are your two assistants?"

"They won't. Oh, I won't tell you anymore. I'll order takeout. Maybe the fever will go away after eating."

Luo Jie ordered salted meat porridge with sauerkraut pancakes. He vomited after eating only two bites. It was so greasy. How could porridge be so greasy? He took the takeout box out and threw it away. When he walked, he felt top-heavy and weak, as if he was stepping on cotton. It seems that the cold medicine he took in the afternoon was not very effective. He went to find a fever-reducing pill, swallowed it with mineral water, and then returned to his workstation to continue working.

He always felt a little lonely when the president was not around.

In the past, when he worked overtime, the president would accompany him, or he would accompany the president. In short, although they were not face to face, just thinking that there was someone next door to accompany him made him feel indescribably warm.

Now, it's miserable. He has to work overtime even when he has a fever. What sin has he committed?

After finishing the work slowly, Roger was really too tired. He fell on the sofa in the lounge to rest, thinking that he would go home after a short sleep.