- At the end of August, autumn tigers are fierce, and the weather that has begun autumn is even hotter than midsummer.
- However, this sultry and hot weather could not affect Yan Boss's happy mood. The tea aroma in the luxurious and atmospheric office was overwhelming, and the air-conditioning was on inside, bringing a refreshing room. In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, a tall and handsome man stood by the window.
- The man's posture was lazy, with one hand in his pocket, holding a cup of tea in one hand and drinking it slowly and enjoying it, looking out the window with a comfortable expression.
- After drinking a cup of tea, Yan Mohan returned to the sofa, put the teacup in the saucer, and then went to the desk to start work.
- Half an hour later, Boss Yan looked at his watch, eh? Why is it only half past nine?
- Another half hour later, Boss Yan looked at his watch for the second time, eh? It's only ten o'clock?
- When Yan boss looked at the watch for the third time, his good-looking eyebrows immediately frowned.
- The fourth time I looked at the watch, a certain happy boss started to get a little anxious.
- He closed the documents in his hand and was no longer in the mood to work.
- He picked up the phone and pressed it on, but he didn't see any missed calls or unread messages. Boss Yan was inexplicably irritable.
- With a slight movement of his slender finger, he clicked on WeChat and Lin Zhen's dialog box.
- Then, "Are you busy?", just sent it out.
- The moment the news was sent out, Boss Yan felt inexplicably nervous.
- However, the tension was fleeting, so fast that Boss Yan didn't have time to think about it at all. His eyes were fixed on the top of the dialog box, and after not seeing the sentence "The other party is typing" for a long time, a sense of loss suddenly surged in his heart..
- He was stunned for a moment, and after a moment, he suddenly panicked. It seemed that at this moment, he suddenly realized that his feelings for Lin Zhen seemed to...
- Yan Mohan frowned, his heart was extremely flustered, but his brain was extremely calm. He knew that some kind of emotion that shouldn't exist was breaking away from the shackles of reason, like a mad trapped beast, trying to rush out of the confinement.
- He snapped the phone upside down on the table, but at this moment, the WeChat beep sounded.
- Before Yan Mohan's thoughts could work, he picked up his phone and quickly clicked on WeChat to open the message sent by Lin Zhen.
- [Lin Zhen: Mo Han, I'm sorry, I'm a little uncomfortable. I'll invite you to dinner another day.]
- After sending this message, Lin Zhen put away his phone and put on his seat belt despite the splitting headache, but before he could start the engine, the phone that he had just put in his pocket rang.
- Lin Zhen leaned against the back of the chair, then gently pressed her head with one hand, trying to relieve the pain. With the other hand, she took out her mobile phone from her pocket. The caller ID was "Yan Mohan".
- After swiping the answer button with a slender finger, Lin Zhen closed his eyes, "Mo Han."
- Hearing that something was clearly wrong with Lin Zhen's voice, Yan Mohan tightened his hand on the phone and stood up, "Lin Zhen, what's wrong with you?"
- "Headache, sorry Mo Han, I have to go to the hospital, I won't treat you to dinner today at noon." Lin Zhen's breathing was a little heavy, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead because of the pain.
- Yan Mohan's heart tightened, grabbed the car key on the desk, and strode towards the door, "Where are you now?"
- "Company... parking lot..." The increasingly painful head made Lin Zhen's voice tremble, his head seemed to explode, his back was soaked with cold sweat, and his lips were bloodless.
- "Hmm..." Suddenly, the pain seemed to be magnified ten times, Lin Zhen snorted in pain, the phone dropped, his hands suddenly hugged his head, and his body began to curl up subconsciously.
- Yan Mohan's face changed, and his steps were fast, "Lin Zhen! What's wrong with you?"
- No one responded, only bursts of painful and suppressed voices came.
- Yan Mohan's face was like frost, and wherever he passed, it was turned into ice and snow!
- In the secretarial office, everyone looked at each other.
- Someone whispered, "What's going on? When Mr. Yan came, his face was full of spring breeze?"