Chapter 43

At night, He Songgao had not returned until 11 o'clock. Luo Jie decided not to wait any longer. He took his medicine and went to sleep in the guest bedroom. The quilt and sheets were changed to new ones, and there was a sweet smell of orchids. Luo Jie soon fell into a soft dream.

He had a very long dream.

This dream was a bit strange. In the dream, he was a long-eared rabbit with red eyes, and he timidly walked into the deep forest every day to forage for food. One day, he unfortunately got lost in the deep jungle and met a beautiful fairy crane. The fairy crane had an elegant posture, feathers whiter than snow, and a gorgeous bass voice came out of its mouth: "Rabbit, do you know whose territory this is? How dare you come here to forage without the permission of this crane?"

Roger said: "This is the territory of the mountain god. He is kind to all creatures and allows us to eat the grass here... Who are you? Go away, you are blocking my way."

The fairy crane snorted coldly and said sinisterly: "You ate my grass, tell me, how do you want to compensate?"

Although Roger in the dream was a brave rabbit, he was still frightened by the gloomy temperament of the wild crane. He raised his two big ears and said fearfully: "I didn't eat your grass, but the grass of this mountain!"

"This mountain is mine." The wild crane said proudly, "Even you are mine."

"Bah." Roger said angrily, "Shameless, I'm your father."

Upon hearing this, the wild crane immediately turned into a black wolf and took Roger into its den. Roger was scared and sobbed, "Brother Wolf, I was wrong. Wuwuwu, I have a lot of carrots, all for you, please don't eat me, okay." The

big black wolf smiled evilly and said, "I am a carnivore." Then he bit Roger's neck. Roger trembled and waited for death, but the wolf just held him in his mouth and didn't move, but used its sharp teeth to grind his throat.

Roger said fearfully, "Eat it quickly if you want. In a hundred years, I'll be a good rabbit again!"

The big black wolf said grimly, "You're too thin. You're just enough to fill my teeth. I'm going to fatten you up before I eat you."

"What?!" Roger got so angry when he heard that. He pushed the big black wolf away with all his might and said angrily, "You insulted me!"

The big black wolf didn't listen at all. It grabbed Roger by the back of the neck and jumped into the depths of the jungle.

From then on, Luo Jie was forced to eat carrots, grass jelly, and dew every day. He could not eat enough every day. The big black wolf stroked his round belly, and drooled on Luo Jie's face: "So fat, I want to eat..."

Luo Jie was scared to death. He screamed and woke up trembling, holding his body and trembling.

Why, why did he have such a terrible dream!

It was all He Songgao's fault. Why was he so nice to him when there was nothing wrong... He wouldn't be like the wolf in the dream, with the bad idea of ​​fattening him up and eating him!

It was eight o'clock in the morning, and the culprit was nowhere to be seen. Luo Jie dragged his dizzy body to the living room. The nanny called him to eat. Luo Jie asked, "Where is Mr. He?"

The nanny said, "He left early

in the morning." Going out early and returning late... Has he been so busy recently?

Well, he really has.

Luo Jie thought in confusion, should I go to work?

The nanny brought hot pumpkin porridge and said, "Mr. He asked me to tell you to remember to take medicine, continue to rest today, and don't go to the company."

"Oh..." Luo Jie poked the porridge in the bowl, feeling a little secretly happy. It just so happened that his throat was still sore, and his head was heavy and his feet were light. It was a state that the fever had not yet completely recovered.

After dinner, he started to have a runny nose and kept sneezing, as if he had a cold instead of a fever, and he coughed all the time. The nanny made him a bowl of moist autumn pear soup and told him to stay in the room to rest and not run around. Roger was bored and thought that since he was at the president's house, he might as well help him pack his luggage.

He moved the president's suitcase and made a list of things he must bring on a business trip in his notebook, planning to tick off each item as he put it in to avoid missing anything.

The nanny passed by and said worriedly: "Secretary Luo, you are not well yet, don't work for now."

Roger sniffed his nose and said casually: "It's okay, I'm not uncomfortable."

In fact, it was because of his good physical condition. As a king of immunity who has basically never been sick since he was a child, he is a man who can perfectly use the flash trick every time during the flu outbreak season. How could he be knocked down by a mere fever.

Seeing that the nanny didn't persuade him, she ignored him.

Roger went to the president's bathroom first and started to put away the toiletries such as toothpaste, toothbrush, shampoo and shower gel. As a senior mysophobia and fetish patient, these things would definitely be rejected by the president if he bought them in Europe, so it would be better to pack them all for him to take over. In addition to toiletries, there are also travel essentials such as power banks, data cables, notebooks and pens, and Bluetooth headphones. Oh, by the way, thinking that he is sick, it is better to bring some common medicines. Chinese people have different physical constitutions from foreigners. If he gets sick, he may not be able to buy special medicines locally.

Halfway through packing, the nanny called him downstairs to eat, and Roger realized that it was already noon. Strange, he clearly remembered that he didn't pack for long, how come it was already twelve o'clock? He must be sick and his movements have become slow.

It is actually quite lonely to eat alone, especially when the beautifully presented home-cooked dishes make him feel like he is eating in a hotel. If He Songgao was there too, he wouldn't have to enjoy the food so lonely, and the deliciousness would be reduced by at least 30%... But does He Songgao usually eat alone like this?

That was too pitiful.

While eating, someone rang the doorbell. Roger was nearby, so he opened it.

Outside the door, Lulu looked at Roger with an expression as if struck by lightning: "Luo, Secretary Luo, why are you here?"

"???" Roger was not much better than Lulu. Both of them had an expression as if they had seen a ghost. Roger was more exaggerated. He even had the illusion that he was caught cheating (?). He said in a panic, "Lululu, what are you doing here?"

Lulu was confused: "I, President He asked me to get his private seal..." She looked Roger up and down and saw that he was wearing light-colored home clothes, which were a bit loose and obviously not his (yes, the nanny only bought him one new set of clothes, so he didn't have a change of clothes and wore He Songgao's, but, this is new! New!), and his complexion was abnormally bad, his lips were chapped, and his face was bloodless. It was obvious that he was still sick.

Lulu couldn't help but gossip, what is the relationship between Secretary Luo and the president...

Luo Jie looked behind Lulu and said nervously: "You, don't get me wrong, come in quickly, and let me explain it to you slowly."

Lulu walked in and stood awkwardly in the entrance.

Luo Jie found a pair of slippers for her and asked casually: "Have you eaten

yet?" Lulu said awkwardly: "No..."

Luo Jie muttered in a dissatisfied tone: "He... President He is such a jerk. Why did he ask you to run errands for him without having lunch at noon?"

Lulu was even more embarrassed: "Well, I was a little anxious. It's okay. I'll eat when I get home later."

The two of them were speechless. Luo Jie scratched his head and said hesitantly: "Lulu, please don't get me wrong. The reason why I'm here is because I have some personal relationship with President He. I was sick and he was worried that I couldn't take care of myself at home, so he asked me to come to his house..."

"Oh~" Lulu suddenly realized that it was a "personal" relationship. She asked in a low voice, "You, you and the president," she stretched out two little fingers and pointed them together, "How long has it been?"

How long? Luo Jie thought about it and said conservatively: "Seven years." We have been good friends for seven years.

Seven, seven years?! Lulu tried hard to control her expression. Seven years, she thought in disbelief. During these seven years, President He must have had quite a few boyfriends. Secretary Luo doesn't mind at all? Could it be that they are in that kind of relationship?

Noticing that Lulu's expression was a little off, Roger said nervously, "Lulu, did you misunderstand me?" Lulu

was startled and shook her head like a rattle: "No, no, no, I didn't! Secretary Luo, I took the president's personal seal and left. Do you know where it is?"

"Oh." Roger looked at her suspiciously, and seeing that she looked normal and didn't look like she had misunderstood, he said, "Then wait here for a while, I'll go up and get it for you."

"Okay, okay." Lulu said, feeling greatly relieved.

After Luo Jie took the personal seal and came down, Lulu stood at the entrance very politely without moving. He walked over and handed the personal seal to Lulu: "You can keep the personal seal in the password box in the CEO's office, so that he doesn't have to take it back and forth and never know where to put it."

"Ah? Is this really okay?" Lulu said blankly.

"Yes." Luo Jie was very determined.

"Oh, oh." Lulu was extremely embarrassed. She also got the seal. She couldn't wait to say goodbye to Luo Jie, "Secretary Luo, then I, I'll leave first."

"Don't be in a hurry to leave, stay for lunch!" Luo Jie invited her kindly.

"No, no." Lulu was about to cry. "I have something to do, I have to go back quickly."

"Oh, that's fine. Did the driver bring you here?" Roger said, "I'll take you to the gate."

"No, no, no, you're still sick, how dare I bother you!"

When the door opened and Lulu was about to go out, Roger stopped her: "Well, about this matter, I hope you..."

Lulu made a face with her mouth pursed and said, "Don't worry, I promise I won't tell anyone! Well, I wish you, you and President He," she racked her brains to think of the most euphemistic words, "everlasting 'friendship'."

"Haha, thank you Lulu, we will try our best." Try to be a pair of good friends with a friendship stronger than gold.

As soon as Lulu left, Luo Jie's expression changed. He took out his phone and questioned He Songgao: "You knew I was at your house, why did you let Lulu come over?"

He Songgao: "?"

Why are you playing dumb? Luo Jie sent an emoji of a knife with blood on its tip, and said angrily: "She will misunderstand. Aren't you just looking for trouble?"

"Misunderstanding what?"

"Misunderstanding, what kind of relationship do you and I have!"

"What kind of relationship?"

"It's just a gay relationship."

"Haha."

"What are you laughing at?" Luo Jie was stunned and even angrier.

"Who is a gay with you? You are so self-indulgent."

Luo Jie choked and knew that he was despised again. He took a step back and said, "I know you don't mean that. But you have to at least consider my reputation."

"What reputation of yours?"

"Don't you know? Being a secretary is the easiest thing to have a scandal with the boss. I don't want to become that kind of kept gigolo!"

"It's not impossible for you to be kept."

"How do you talk?" Always making fun of him, Luo Jie said righteously, "Anyway, please pay attention! If I hadn't been smart and explained it clearly today, I don't know what Lulu would think."

"How did you explain it?"

"Just say that we are good friends."

"Indeed."

"If you know we are friends, then don't hurt me."

"..."

Did he understand or not? Seeing that he didn't reply, Luo Jie put away his phone and went to the cloakroom to pack He Songgao's clothes.

The president has a lot of clothes, which are hung in the closet in different categories. It is very convenient to find them, but it is difficult to match them. This time he will be away for a month. He has no control over the president's personal schedule, but he has to prepare suits for his business trips in advance. For example, on the first day when he goes to the branch, in order to show that the president is approachable and friendly, he can dress a little more casually, without a tie, and the color of the shirt should be light. The suit should be the minimalist "Naples" style that was just made last time. And leather shoes, brown is beautiful and will not look serious. One step may directly step on the hearts of lovely employees.

It is important to pay attention to the day of signing the contract with W.H Group. It is best to have a standard three-piece suit. This is also the most suit style owned by the president. All styles can be found in his closet. Roger picked and picked, and finally thought that the president looked best in midnight black, although the president himself preferred dark blue, but... now he was the one who picked the clothes, and the president had no choice in this matter, haha.

He hung the selected clothes in a grid first, and asked the nanny to iron them for him the night before leaving before putting them in. The next step was to choose accessories. It took nearly two hours to get everything done. Roger was hot and tired, and his head was dizzy, so he sat on the shoe-changing bench to rest. As he sat there, he thought of something. He had just seen the blue tie he had given to the president a long time ago in the tie box. He thought the president would throw away this ugly thing (he thought it looked good at the time, but now it is indeed ugly. Perhaps after a few years, his taste has improved). Not only did he not throw it away, but the president even put it together with his own ties.

So he sometimes felt that the president was a nostalgic person, but he just didn't think so obviously.

Out of some selfish motive, he went back and stuffed this tie into the ties he had just picked out. In a sea of ​​low-key colors, this rich blue was so conspicuous, as if a poorly made counterfeit was mixed into a luxury item, so out of place. Roger couldn't bear to look at it and stuffed it into the bottom, thinking: I've given you the chance, you should fight for it.