nycdaug Chapter 123 Pretending to be sick
Chapter 123 Pretending to be sick
Fu Chengli toyed with the cigarette between his fingers and said in a nonchalant tone, "I don't care what they think."
Li Xiuzhe sighed: "Just make sure you know your limits and don't go too far."
Fu Chengli stubbed out his cigarette and said quietly, "I'm not playing around, I'm serious."
Li Xiuzhe: "Does An Ying know?"
Fu Chengli smiled and said, "She might be so scared that she'll run away overnight."
Li Xiuzhe was speechless. He paused and said, "Never mind, I called you to tell you that a friend of mine saw Du Sheng and Wu Xinde having dinner together. Be careful they don't work together to frame you."
Fu Chengli's eyes darkened: "Understood."
After hanging up the phone, Fu Chengli picked up the thermometer.
The reading is 37.9 degrees.
Burning it this low? That's not enough.
He got up, went to the kitchen, turned on the hot water, and rinsed the back of his hands for a while.
Point the thermometer at the back of your hand, which is red from the heat.
45 degrees.
That's more or less.
He took a picture of the number on the thermometer.
Post it on WeChat Moments.
After a few minutes, he thought for a moment, picked up his phone, found An Ying's chat box, and typed a message.
"I feel so awful, I'm going to die."
Click Send.
Fu Chengli put his phone back in his pocket, humming a little tune as he walked briskly upstairs to the second floor.
He pushed open the bedroom door and collapsed onto the bed.
It all smelled like she had slept there.
Fu Chengli sniffed it greedily, then frowned slightly.
She recovered remarkably well.
He became sickly.
Perhaps I shouldn't have held back last night?
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Today, An Ying was spinning like a top at the company.
Shu Wen has already reported to An Ying. In the morning, An Ying first held a meeting with the team, and then took Shu Wen to familiarize herself with the work environment and job content.
She had seen Fu Chengli's message.
An Ying looked at the six words in the chat box: "I feel so bad, I'm going to die."
Shouldn't you go to the hospital if you feel unwell? She's not a doctor, she doesn't know how to treat illnesses.
An Ying immediately called Secretary Chen.
Secretary Chen on the other end of the phone seemed somewhat surprised: "Manager An?"
An Ying flipped through the documents in her hand and said calmly, "Did President Fu go to the hospital?"
Secretary Chen laughed and said, "The hospital? There's no need for that. The president is fine. President Li had the chef prepare some food for President Fu to help him recover, like bull penis and sea cucumber. I brought it over for him, and he's enjoying it. He's in great spirits... Ah, it hurts!"
An Ying raised an eyebrow and smiled before hanging up the phone.
She opened her WeChat Moments and scrolled down, where she saw a photo of Fu Chengli with a 45-degree thermometer.
45 degrees? Does he even know what it means for a human to be burned at 45 degrees?
It's definitely a photoshopped image.
"Sister Ying, I'm looking at the QS project planning meeting documents. Could you take a look here? Do you need to add any supplementary materials... Sister Ying?"
Shu Wen's words brought An Ying back to her senses.
She paused, looked up from her phone screen, and glanced down at the documents in Shu Wen's hand.
"Yes, please review this analysis report again..."
An Ying pointed to a string of numbers on the document.
The moment her wrist lifted, a row of teeth marks left by Fu Chengli were revealed.
An Ying hurriedly tugged at her sleeve.
But it doesn't seem to cover it completely.
An Ying was already cursing Fu Chengli in her heart.
It's only 45 degrees; it should be 100 degrees.
Boil it directly for him.
Actually, Shuwen saw everything. She chuckled and asked, "Sister Ying, have you gotten a new boyfriend?"
An Ying denied it firmly, her eyes resolute.
"No."
Shu Wen gave a sly smile.
When An Ying was working at Lu's Group, she kept a very low profile. Even after she left the company, many people didn't know that An Ying had once been Lu Qiyao's girlfriend.
Now that the two have been broken up for so long, isn't it normal for them to find new boyfriends?
And last night was Christmas, so An Ying must have gone on a date with her new boyfriend.
Judging from those teeth marks, it must have been quite a fight last night.
Seeing that An Ying had finally stepped out of Lu Qiyao's shadow and started a new life, Shu Wen let out a long sigh.
Yingjie is her goddess, and she can't wait for her goddess to find a better partner.
She leaned closer and said to An Ying, "Sister Ying, since that's the case, I'll tell you something juicy."
An Ying found a coat and finally covered her wrists.
She put on her coat and asked, "What melon?"
Shu Wen blinked: "I heard from my former colleagues at Lu's that President Lu is coming back."
An Ying hesitated: "I heard before that he seemed to be sick, has he recovered?"
Shu Wen took a sip of water: "I don't know, it seems to be some kind of difficult or complicated illness, but it's not life-threatening. I don't know the specifics."
"I've been receiving treatment abroad for a while, and I've fallen behind on a lot of work at the company. I'll resume my work as soon as I get back."
Lu Qiyao........
An Ying was slightly taken aback.
This name hadn't appeared in her life for a very, very long time.
Lu Qiyao's previous phone number was still on her phone's blacklist.
After severing a seven-year relationship, An Ying seemed to be starting a new chapter in her life.
The grudges and grievances between her and Lu Qiyao seemed like things from a past life.
Since hearing that Lu Qiyao had some kind of rare disease, An Ying didn't inquire too much about it.
After all, he chose to hide abroad for medical treatment because he didn't want others to know.
If it really is an incurable disease....
Given Lu Qiyao's mother's personality, she would definitely wail and make the whole world know.
An Ying had thought it through; what if Lu Qiyao really did kick the bucket one day...?
We loved each other for seven years, and although the feelings are gone, the affection remains.
Next year on Qingming Festival, she will still go to his grave to burn some paper money as a way of comforting him.
But right now, Lu Qiyao can't attract her attention at all.
"Shuwen, the planning meeting is in a few days. We must win this battle and not make any mistakes."
Shu Wen nodded like a chick pecking at rice.
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Secretary Chen rubbed his head, looking aggrieved.
Fu Chengli was eating when he heard Secretary Chen holding up his phone, saying it was a call from An Ying.
Fu Chengli gestured for him to answer the call.
As a result, he blurted out the whole truth.
Fu Chengli's face darkened, and he threw the chopsticks in his hand at Secretary Chen's head.
Secretary Chen was bewildered. Was there anything else he wanted to hide from An Ying?
Can't we say the CEO is in good health and pretend to be sick?
I don't understand.
The cell phone rings.
Fu Chengli frowned as he glanced at the caller's name on his phone screen.
This is.......
Why call him?
Is this someone preparing to return from abroad?
The phone is picked up.
Fu Chengli lazily gave a "hello".
No sooner had he finished speaking than an angry voice came from the other end of the phone.
"What happened?! Did that bitch Gao Lu poison you?!"