The moonlight meandered like a veil, and a few clear bird calls came from not far away. Pei Hanzhou maintained his usual expression as usual, which made Lin Luosang fall into doubt about the world.
Why can taking advantage be expressed in such a refreshing and refined way? Is it because he is an unscrupulous capitalist?
Her worldview seemed to be reshaped in her conversation with the man.
Musician Lin finally fully realized that there was indeed a barrier between his own world and the world of businessmen.
Since the man had calmly admitted that he was no pushover, it seemed pointless for Lin Luosang to continue pestering him. So she simply mentally imagined this unscrupulous capitalist being chopped into pieces and boiled in oil countless times. Then, after he put her in the car, she smiled gently and said, "Thank you, husband."
“…”
Pei Hanzhou shuddered.
Looking at her business smile that was completely fake and devoid of sincerity, he discovered that in certain situations, the more this woman hated him, the sweeter her smile would be to him.
It was hard to describe the feeling. The man curled his tongue, pressed it against his upper teeth, hesitated for a few seconds, and ultimately could not utter a word.
The car drove back to Linxi Mansion. Because it was delayed for too long on the road, Lin Luosang took a bath and when he came out of the bathroom, his hands and feet were weak and he sneezed a few times.
She wrapped herself up like a bear on the bed, but soon felt too hot, so she lifted the quilt and, relying on her awareness as a female star, took out a Givenchy facial mask.
She was moved by herself for not giving up skin care even when she was sick.
The man was typing documents next door when he suddenly heard some tinkling noises coming from the bedroom. He walked over and found that she was not in bed. After a careful search, he saw the target.
She was curled up in the right angle formed by the bedside table and the bed board, with her knees bent and legs hugged, her face resting on her knees, looking a bit pitiful.
He frowned and asked, "Why are you lying here instead of just going to bed?"
She said, "The bed is too hot."
“…”
Lin Luosang had just applied a facial mask, but the temperature of his cheeks did not drop, but instead tended to rise.
The man stared at her for a while, then stretched out two fingers and put them on her forehead, and said in a deep voice: "You have a fever."
After he finished speaking, he turned around and prepared to go. Lin Luosang looked up sharply: "What are you doing?"
"What else can we do? Go to the hospital."
"When I was five years old, I had a fever and went to the hospital. I fell asleep halfway through the IV drip, and no one noticed the entire injection. Blood from the needle formed a big swelling on the back of my hand," she said. "I never went to the hospital again for a fever after that."
“…”
The man pondered for a few seconds, "Then call the doctor."
She asked calmly and without emotion, "Can you guarantee that if I accidentally fall asleep, someone will be watching me at all times so that this won't happen again?"
The man also turned to look at her.
It's hard to explain, but the atmosphere at this moment was very strange. His intuition told him that things were not as simple as she described, but she just looked at him without saying a word, her pupils dark and bottomless, as if she was on guard all over.
He didn't intend to delve into it, but just wanted to say that it was not difficult. As long as she was willing, he could even get an entire football team to serve her.
But then he thought, why should he argue with the patient? Since she resisted, it would be fine if he didn't go.
The man put down his phone and said, "You decide."
"I'll just put on a fever-reducing patch and take some medicine," she said lightly, "Is there a fever-reducing patch at home?"
"I think so."
After she finished speaking, there was no movement behind her. Pei Hanzhou turned around and found that she had put on her harmless expression again. She winked at him and said, "What? Boss Pei, are you going to get me some medicine?" She frowned slightly in embarrassment and said, "This is not good..."
Pei Hanzhou, who was arranged inexplicably:?
It seems that when she calls me Boss Pei, it must be nothing good.
The man half leaned against the cabinet, glaring at her with his hands folded. "If you're so obsessed with staying cool, even if I get you a hundred fever-reducing patches, it won't help."
She immediately climbed onto the bed obediently and wrapped herself in the quilt, revealing only her fair and delicate face. She smiled as if asking for credit, "Is this okay?"
“…”
Pei Hanzhou realized something was wrong when he went downstairs.
Why can she order him around so confidently?
And why would he, the president of Zhou, accept such orders?
The man stood at the stairs and thought for a few seconds without success. He first comforted himself that it was better for him to take it than for her to break things carelessly when she was sick. But then he thought again, he could just buy another one if the thing was broken. Isn't this what he makes money for?
In the end, Boss Pei convinced himself with a philanthropist's sentiment that he was a husband after all and needed to care for his wife occasionally.
After taking out the pills, he paused for a few seconds, and the expression on her face when she said "Can you promise that this won't happen again" flashed through his mind, but that emotion was fleeting and was quickly covered up by her light joke.
He shook his head and stopped thinking about it.
After getting the fever-reducing patch, Lin Luosang tore open the package, pressed the patch on his forehead, then lay down and began to sleep.
Only the desk lamp on Pei Hanzhou's side was on in the room. He was flipping through a hardcover book, and there was no sound. For a moment, the only sounds in Lin Luosang's ears were breathing and the light sound of the air purifier running. This harmony gave her a false sense of warmth.
She lifted the quilt, but because it was so hot, she couldn't help but take her hands out.
The next second, she was caught by the man again.
She tilted her head, "Can't I just let out some heat?"
"Sure," the man said calmly, "if you want your fever to reach 40 degrees tomorrow."
“…”
The warmth she felt just now was just an illusion.
Lin Luosang gritted his teeth, turned over and fell asleep.
Fortunately, I had a good dream last night.
The next day, she was awakened by intermittent voices.
I opened my eyes and could vaguely see a man talking to a computer in the inner room through the partition curtain. He must be having a video conference.
Lin Luosang habitually stayed in bed, and after groping around in bed for a while, he realized that his cell phone and computer were also placed in the inner room.
She quickly pulled back the quilt and rushed over, intending to finish the job quickly. After grabbing her phone and computer, she crawled back into bed to write something.
As soon as I ran to his side and searched for a while, I heard the man's calm voice: "Is the fever gone?"
From the tone of his voice, if you didn't know better you would think he was asking "When will you pay me back the five million you owe me?"
Lin Luosang held the computer and leaned forward to let him feel it for himself, "Here."
Her cheek suddenly moved closer, bringing with it a slightly sweet scent of lily of the valley, and even the soft down on her cheek was clearly visible.
The man paused for a few seconds before reaching out and tearing off her fever-reducing patch. His fingertips didn't touch her, and he just turned his eyes away unnaturally: "You're so lively, it seems you're already well."
"Almost, but I still feel a little dizzy."
She stood there and finished speaking. The man's roving gaze dropped to her toes, and then he frowned slightly: "Put on your shoes."
Lin Luosang originally thought that he could go back after getting the electronic equipment, and the ground was cleaned, so he was too lazy to put on shoes. He thought it was just a few steps away, but he was delayed by his question, and now he really felt a bit cold under his feet.
After finishing speaking, Pei Hanzhou continued to look at the report, but something suddenly pulled at the instep of his foot. He lowered his head and saw her white toes rubbing and sliding into his slippers.
Pei Hanzhou: “…”
With Lin Luosang's ankle exerting force, she successfully took off the man's slippers, and then left wearing them with satisfaction.
He watched in silence as she swaggered back to the bed.
But the woman seemed completely unaware. She met his gaze from under the covers, her eyelids drooping as she blinked innocently, "Didn't you ask me to wear shoes?"
There was silence in the video conference.
Everyone was waiting for the president to speak, but who would have thought that after waiting for a long time, all they heard was "Is your fever gone?" Everyone was trembling with fear, thinking that the president was scolding them for being seriously ill. They were all worried that their plans had too many flaws, until they caught a glimpse of the president's wife's face on the screen, and finally they felt relieved and realized that the words were not directed at them.
So for the next three minutes, they witnessed with their own eyes the president's wife snatching the president's slippers and winking at him in a very provocative manner, as if she was declaring a challenge.
Faced with his wife's declaration of war, the president did not say anything else.
Generally, after such silence, the boss will say coldly and ruthlessly, "If you can't work, you can pack up and leave immediately." Then, based on this experience, the boss's next sentence to his wife may very well be, "If you won't be my wife, get out of the house."
Then, everyone saw the president raise his eyebrows. Without caring about anything, he didn't even respond to the challenge. He flipped open a plan and started working. "Where were we just now?"
...?
This is different from what you imagined?
But no one dared to question the president. After all, the president didn't care about what they could care about, so they continued to work enthusiastically, and by the way, silently admired Lin Luosang in their hearts.
Lin Luosang, lying flat on his back, felt secretly happy, satisfied that he had finally tied the score with the unscrupulous capitalist to one to one.
After enjoying herself for a while, she opened the software to write a song. She dawdled until she felt a little hungry, then she got up to brush her teeth and wash her face. By the way, she told her assistant that she wanted to eat strawberry macarons.
She usually strictly controls her intake of sweets, except when she is sick or in a bad mood - if she has to eat dry vegetable salad when she has a fever, it would be too cruel to herself.
Soon, the assistant sent a message saying that the dessert shop she liked was closed today and asked if she wanted to buy it somewhere else.
She hung her head and replied, "No thanks, I only like to eat from this restaurant."
The dessert shop closed just when she needed it, like a dark cloud descending on her head and starting to rain. Lin Luosang's heart turned from sunny to drizzling. She opened her phone and searched for macaron tutorials, hoping to fill her emptiness: "Three egg whites, a quarter cup of sugar, beat in a blender, then add three-quarters cup of powdered sugar and a cup of almond powder..."
When she read it for the third time, the man who wanted to rest after the meeting was annoyed and walked up to her, "What are you reading?"
"I can't eat it, and you won't let me read the ingredients list!" She hugged the pillow sadly, "My strawberry cheese macaron, mommy misses you so much."
“…”
The man took the phone out of her hand, glanced at it, and handed it to her, saying in a deep voice, "You won't read it after you eat it?"
"What—" Lin Luosang asked, seeing his attitude, "Do you have any solution?"
Half an hour later, she stood at the counter, watching the man skillfully sifting, stirring, and putting the food in the oven. She asked in disbelief, "Why do you still make desserts?"
The man adjusted the temperature of the oven, frowned and looked at her in confusion, as if to say: I can even make 100 million, so why is it hard to learn such stupid things?
She muted her mic.
Pei Hanzhou folded his cuffs and waited for her macarons to bake. He then quickly took out the strawberries, cut them into cubes, and prepared milk and starch to make a box of strawberry milk cubes.
Wanting to shut her up was one thing, but what she said did make him want dessert.
Lin Luosang watched her husband driving the car with ease, and for a moment she wondered if he had been possessed by someone else. However, when she thought of the row of lollipops in his car that were frequently replaced, she realized that he had a sweet tooth, so it was not surprising that he was willing to do these things.
An hour later, her macarons were served. With the thought, "I want to see how delicious your unscrupulous capitalist can make them," Lin Luosang took a big bite and then pondered for a moment.
It's crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and it seems really delicious.
She cleared up again after the drizzle, and solved several of them in a row.
The man also sat opposite her and began to eat the dessert in his bowl while flipping through the plan.
It was still hard to imagine that this cold man who usually wore clothes in only black, white and gray actually had a sweet tooth. Lin Luosang looked at him with mixed feelings, as he had a stern expression but ate one fragrant and soft milk square after another.
"There's another one in the kitchen," the man said unexpectedly, as if he had an eye on his head. "Take it if you want to eat it. Don't keep looking at me."
“…Oh, okay.”
After satisfying her appetite, Lin Luosang had to face a more serious problem, which was her competition yesterday.
The online voting should officially end at noon today. She was a mess yesterday, so I guess the result will be that she will be eliminated and will not be able to continue on the stage of "Audio-Visual Feast".
No matter what, one has to accept the result, even if it is not satisfactory. Lin Luosang entered the official website and first checked the number of votes on site. It was indeed not high.
Generally speaking, the difference between the number of votes cast on site and online won't be too big, so when she ranks first on site, she will basically be first online as well, so she can celebrate in advance.
What's more, yesterday's singing and dancing performance was mainly for live performance. If it was so bad on the spot, let alone the online voting.
She clicked on the online voting area without much hope, stared at it for a few seconds, and rubbed her eyes to make sure she was not seeing things.
The name "Lin Luosang" was firmly embedded in the first place, and the progress bar showing the number of votes was almost full, a full five times more than the second place.
...Hmm? What's going on?
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