I dressed as a black lotus goddess

Chapter 199 Are You Sick?If that's what you're asking, then...maybe sick

These words directly poked Feng Xian's heart.

Maybe, she likes you.

Yes, it might have been.

Telling the truth after drinking, Zheng Ling was bold and presumptuous that day, and did a lot of outrageous things, it may not be because he has him in his heart.

The stagnation dissipated, Feng Xian decided to go to Zheng Ling tomorrow.

Tonight, "If you don't get drunk, you won't return."

"Think about it, it was ten years ago when we chatted like this. I like when the school belle asks you to give me a trick."

The wine glasses collided, "In the blink of an eye, it has been ten years."

"Yes, at the time I... was in college, and she was in elementary school."

Xu Yuzhong didn't realize what Feng Xian was saying, but after realizing it, he rolled his eyes, "Do you care about age so much, Brother Feng?"

"It's not that I like elementary school students. After the age of 20, there is not much difference between the age of 20 and 30."

"And—" he blinked his eyes and smiled teasingly, "28 years old like you are more attractive to young girls."

"Yes?"

"of course."

clink.

Hangover, with a slight headache, Feng Xian took out his phone and sent a message to Zheng Ling immediately.

Feng-male color: Good morning.

Feng-Nanse: How's the training going?
Zheng-Xiaomao: Mr. Feng, have you finished your work recently?
This tone... rushed towards her face, seemed to be a little happy?
The expression of the words here is a bit flat, and Feng Xian can't tell if his mind has changed, so he feels good about himself, and feels that the emotions between the lines have also changed.

So after thinking about it, he sent a voice over.

If you are not happy, just listen to the sound.

"Hello, Mr. Feng?"

In the morning, her voice was full of joy, like peach blossoms blooming on the branches in spring.

She is very happy.

I'm so happy.

"Hey?"

"I'm here." The hoarse voice reached Zheng Ling's ears through the phone.

Zheng Ling paused, "Mr. Feng, do you have a cold?"

"Huh?" The nasal voice was thick.

"I heard from Sister Tong that your company is very busy at the end of the year? Are you working overtime recently? Why do you feel a little sick?" The voice became so hoarse, "Is Special Assistant Chen not here?"

Deep concern came rushing over.

Feng Xian was silent for a while, then:
The man's voice became lower and lower. Originally, the hangover was only hoarse, but he lowered his voice again, feeling a little hoarse and weak.

"Recently, working overtime." Feng Xian coughed lightly twice, "I seem to be sick."

"Where's Special Assistant Chen?"

"In the company."

"Do you have a fever?"

Feng Xian: "Probably not."

Zheng Ling frowned, "What should you mean? Now go get the medicine box and take your own temperature."

Feng Xian pretended to stand up, walked a few steps around the room, and then sat on the sofa.

"Have you got the thermometer?"

"got it."

Zheng Ling is a little fierce today.

"Take your temperature and let me know when you're done."

For about 5 minutes, both sides were silent, and there was still the sound of water on Zheng Ling's side, probably washing up.

"how many degree?"

Feng Xian looked at the non-existent thermometer, and said the non-existent temperature, "37 degrees 6."

"I have a low fever."

"Does Mr. Feng have a family doctor?"

Of course, how could a domineering president come without a family doctor as standard equipment.

"Recently he asked for leave."

"I'm fine." Feng Xian said firmly: "I'll be fine soon, don't you want to train? Go train first."

"Where are you now?" Zheng Ling didn't want to accept Feng Xian's words.

"at home."

"Send me the address."

This was the first time after signing the contract, Feng Xian seemed to feel... Zheng Ling's strength and determination in the toilet at the corner that day.

Breaking is mandatory.

But the feeling, surprisingly not bad.

(End of this chapter)