"You're welcome." He Songgao said.

The two looked at each other, and the situation was awkward for some reason.

Looking at the time, it was not yet eight o'clock. In the past, Luo Jie would have gone to work at this time. Although being sick could help him avoid going to work, it would also pile up work. He couldn't help but feel a little anxious, "Aren't you going to work today?" He asked He Songgao. If the president didn't go to work either, maybe it would alleviate his guilt a little.

"Go." He Songgao looked at his watch, "I'll leave at 8:30."

"Oh." Luo Jie said, looking a little disappointed.

"What are you doing? Can't bear to leave me?"

Luo Jie's eyes widened. No matter how he looked at He Songgao, he didn't look like he was joking. What was going on? Has he learned to tell ghost stories with a blank expression? He shook his shoulders and laughed, "If you stay and accompany me, I don't mind, if your job allows it." The president is not like him, a secretary, who can take leave and go on strike at any time. The company can't live without the great president for a day.

"Come back in the afternoon." He Songgao said, "to accompany you."

"..." Why did he have an illusion that the current atmosphere was very strange? Is it the president's problem or his problem? Luo Jie lifted the quilt to cover the lower half of his face, revealing only a pair of rolling eyes, "You don't have to accompany me, I may have to sleep all day." He said, almost swallowing his saliva after saying a word.

"Talk less." He Songgao did not comment, and reminded Luo Jie to protect his throat, "Rest first, get up and eat something later. I'm going to take a shower." "

Oh."

Strange, it's really strange.

He Songgao went out and closed the door. Roger lay on the bed, but he couldn't fall asleep. If you don't sleep when you have a fever, it is a test of your will. He feels pain everywhere, sore throat, headache, body pain, even the soles of his feet are inexplicably sore. What kind of virus is this? It is so merciless in poisoning humans. He lay in the quilt, feeling that the quilt has become an active volcano because of his sleeping, and it will erupt in the next second.

In a daze, he felt someone pushed the door and walked in.

Who is it? A nanny?

But it doesn't seem to be. This person's palm is very large and cool, and it feels very comfortable to put it on the forehead.

It's the president. Roger squinted his eyes and followed the president's icy palm, hoping to let it stay on his forehead for a while longer. But this hand was also very sensible, knowing that it was not only his forehead that was burning, but also his cheeks, neck... In short, everything was burning. He really wanted to jump into the snow to cool himself down. I wonder if it is snowing now.

"You have a fever again."

He Songgao's voice came from a very far place. Roger opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but his lips seemed to be glued together and he couldn't open them.

"It's so uncomfortable." Roger's voice was sealed in his mouth, appearing vague and fragile.

He Songgao took his hand out from under the quilt and squeezed it, "The doctor will be here soon."

"Uh-huh." Aren't you going to work?

"Get up and drink some water." He Songgao said, his voice getting farther and farther away, so far that it was a little inaudible.

"Uh." No, I feel so uncomfortable, I can't sit up.

Roger didn't know what happened next. His consciousness flew to a white and empty world, and he could no longer perceive the real world.

When he woke up again, it was already afternoon.

There was no one in the room except him. The humidifier at the head of the bed made a small buzzing sound. He half sat up and found that he was receiving an infusion. The bottle was halfway down, and he felt that his body was not so uncomfortable.

The nanny pushed the door open and was surprised to see him wake up: "Secretary Luo, you're awake."

"Um..." Luo Jie said, his throat was still as painful, even more painful, as if two razor blades were stuck in the middle of his throat, "Where is Mr. He?"

"The boss went to work. He said he had something to deal with, please forgive me." After the nanny conveyed the message, she came over and helped Luo Jie sit up, "Secretary Luo, are you hungry? We have vegetarian porridge, plain noodles, and egg custard. What would you like to eat?"

"Noodles."

The nanny checked the amount of water in Luo Jie's drip bottle and asked him to wait a moment. She would bring the noodles in.

Through the half-closed plain curtains, Luo Jie saw that it was snowing outside again. This snow started almost at the end of November and has been falling intermittently without stopping. No wonder he had a fever. The weather was so cold, and he was in a bad mood recently. His immunity was too weak. Who else could the virus go to if not him?

Lulu sent him a WeChat message worriedly: "Secretary Luo, did you take a day off today? Do you have a fever?"

Even the carefree Qinqin sent him a few notes about fever. Luo Jie was very touched and said in the group: "It's a small problem. The fever will go away, and I will go back to work tomorrow."

Lulu said in surprise: "Tomorrow? It's better to stay at home for a few days if you have a fever, otherwise it will recur easily."

Qinqin also said: "That's right, Sister Lulu is in the President's Office, Secretary Luo, you can rest assured."

Indeed, Lulu is a thoughtful and reliable person, and Luo Jie has always been very confident in her.

I just don't know when I can get better. He has a lot of things to do and I always feel uneasy.

Thinking that the doctor might have come in the morning, Luo Jie sent a WeChat message to He Songgao: "What did the doctor say? Is it serious? I think it should be fine after the fever goes down."