Don’t Be a Secretary For a Genius

    "Because I have to be strong." Jiang Shengyan gave Jing You a faint smile, her cheeks glowing pink.

    Even when she was ill, her smile was still warm and genial, making people feel like a spring breeze.

    "That's right." Jiang Shengyan picked up the phone, "I asked Secretary Qi to come and pick up the boss for work, and there are two meetings to explain to him."

    Jing You picked up the medicine by the bed and handed it to Jiang Shengyan, "Take the medicine first."

    "Wait to eat." Jiang Shengyan coughed a few times and sat up from the bed.

    "The clothes I'm going to wear today are on the outermost hanger in the cloakroom." She said, "I can't prepare breakfast. Can I reserve a place for you in Xiangyun Pavilion?"

    Jing You grabbed the phone in Jiang Shengyan's hand and stuffed the medicine to her.

    "If you're sick, you have to take medicine, or it will spread to me."

    After speaking, take the phone and go out.

    Jiang Shengyan picked up the water glass and took the medicine, lay back on the bed, and continued to take an ice pack to cool his face, as if he didn't take this little ailment to heart at all.

    After a while, Jing You opened the door and came in.

    She put Jiang Shengyan's mobile phone on the table and said, "Secretary Jiang doesn't need to worry about the company."

    Jiang Shengyan put the ice pack on the bedside table and instructed: "Then you remember to eat breakfast." Then he couldn't hold back his sleepiness and entered a groggy, half-dreaming state.

    Jing You walked to the bed, squatted down and touched Jiang Shengyan's forehead, like a stove.

    Jing You picked up the ice pack by the bed, followed Jiang Shengyan's way, and swirled around her face.

    Jiang Shengyan should feel comfortable, her breathing gradually stabilized, and the folds between her eyebrows gradually stretched.

     Half an hour later, the doorbell rang.

    Jing You immediately put down the ice pack in his hand and walked out on tiptoe. When he came back, he had a thermal insulation bucket in his hand.

    "Secretary Jiang." Jing You leaned over and called, "Secretary Jiang get up first."

    Jiang Shengyan turned over in a daze, and muttered, "Sleep a little longer."

    Jing You opened the heat preservation bucket and found that there were no utensils in it, so he went to the kitchen to get a bowl.

    Jing You directly picked up the heat preservation bucket and poured it into the bowl, the white porridge poured down, and part of it slid down the edge of the heat preservation bucket and dripped onto the table.

    Seeing that the bowl was almost full, Jing You quickly stopped and put the heat preservation bucket on the table.

    Jing You frowned, put the bowl aside, took some tissues to wipe the table, cleaned the heat preservation bucket and the table, and then went to the kitchen to get a ceramic spoon.

    He was sweating profusely.

    Jing You picked up the porridge bowl, squatted beside the bed, and poked Jiang Shengyan's shoulder with his fingers.

    "Sister, turn around and have some porridge."

    The bowl was bubbling with steam, in addition to the thick white rice grains, there were also white fungus to moisten the throat and wolfberry to relieve fever and relieve cough.

    Jing You put the porridge aside and helped Jiang Shengyan cover the quilt.

    Just as she turned her head, Jiang Shengyan kicked the quilt away again.

    Jing You cover again, Jiang Shengyan kicks again.

     Repeated several times.

    Jiang Shengyan tried to lift the quilt, but he couldn't lift it.

    Jing You had a proud expression on his face.

    Jiang Shengyan was very irritable and muttered: "It's so annoying!" The tone was not as calm and self-controlled as usual, nor was it gentle and kind, but had the anger of a little daughter's family.

    There is a new feeling in Jing You's eyes - novelty.

    Jiang Shengyan opened his eyes, and the first thing that came into his eyes was another pair of affectionate eyes.

    Slowly, I felt the weight of my body.

    Jiang Shengyan's dry throat moved, and his voice became grainy: "What are you doing?"

    "Sister is disobedient." Jing You said seriously, "Don't get up to eat and don't cover up."

    Jiang Shengyan smiled a little more, "Are you worried about your sister?"

    "Get up and drink porridge." Jing You rolled over and picked up the porridge bowl at the head of the bed.

    Jiang Shengyan sat up and said weakly, "I don't have the strength."

    Jing You scooped a spoonful of porridge and handed it to Jiang Shengyan's mouth.

    As soon as Jiang Shengyan opened his mouth, Jing You retracted his hand.

    Jing You put the spoon to his mouth and blew, and then... ate it in one bite.

    Jing You: "It's delicious."

    Obviously, she was afraid of scalding Jiang Shengyan, but she was reluctant to say it directly.

    "..." Jiang Shengyan quietly looked at Jing You and the porridge in her hand.

    Jing You scooped another spoonful, put it to his mouth and blew a few times.

    She glanced at Jiang Shengyan and said, "If Secretary Jiang wants to eat so much, I'll give you a bite."

    Speaking, pass the spoon over.

    The muscles on Jiang Shengyan's face became stiff for a moment, and then he opened his mouth and drank the porridge as if nothing had happened.

    It was warm and sweet.

    "Secretary Jiang's body does not belong to him alone, but also belongs to the tens of thousands of employees of Jingteng Group. You can't go wrong." Jing Youben said solemnly, "One day you get sick will cause another day Loss."

    "You are a little noisy." Jiang Sheng said, "I am a patient and need a quiet environment."

    Maybe it was the illness that loosened the tight strings in Jiang Shengyan's heart, and now she has a bit of Jingyou's shadow.

    Jing You closed his mouth and silently repeated the action of feeding the porridge until the bottom of the porcelain bowl was reached.

    "I want to sleep." Jiang Shengyan fell back on the bed and fell asleep as soon as he closed his eyes.

    Jing You's stomach made a "gurgling~" sound.

    She carried the thermos bucket out, put it on the dining table, and filled herself with a bowl.

    Jing You just picked up the spoon to drink porridge, then stood up suddenly, opened Jiang Shengyan's bedroom door and glanced in, the person on the bed did not kick the quilt.

    She was relieved and went back to the table to start drinking porridge.

    Jing You did not go to the company, but held a meeting remotely wearing VR glasses in the study.

    It was two o'clock in the afternoon when the meeting ended.

    Jing You called the driver and asked him to bring the yellow flower and cordyceps soup cooked by Aunt Huang.

    Jing You rarely misses meals on time. At this time, her stomach is empty, and her eyes are staring straight at the stars.

    Jing You walked out of the study and came to Jiang Shengyan's bed, where the person was still asleep.

    Jing You brought a thermometer and put it in Jiang Shengyan's mouth, knelt on his knees on the plush carpet, and held the thermometer with his hands.

    She put one arm on the side of the bed, resting her chin on her arm, and looked at Jiang Shengyan quietly.

    The silhouette in front of her coincides with her sister who was under the cherry tree at school twelve years ago.

    At that time, Jingyou liked to sit under a tree and read a book. And Jiang Shengyan always looked at the sky on the other side of the tree.

    Jiang Shengyan never noticed that there was a small bean behind the tree.

    "Drip..."

    The thermometer completed the measurement.

    Jing You glanced at the value above, and it was still 38.5 degrees Celsius.

    Jing You put away the thermometer and pushed Jiang Shengyan's shoulder.

     "Secretary Jiang, get up for lunch."

    Jiang Shengyan slept all morning, feeling much better, and woke up after being pushed a few times.

    Jiang Shengyan's first sentence was: "Why hasn't the boss left yet?"

    She thought it was still morning.

    Jing You: "Secretary Jiang is about to get up for dinner."

    Jiang Shengyan scratched his head confusedly, "Didn't you just drink porridge? Did I drink it in a dream?"

    Jing You did not speak, and stood up with his knees off the ground.

    She knelt on the ground for a while, suddenly jumped up and had insufficient blood supply to her brain, her eyes darkened, and she fell towards Jiang Shengyan.

    Jiang Shengyan immediately reached out to catch Jing You, and the two fell on the bed.

    Jing You's mouth knocked on Jiang Shengyan's chin, her teeth were stuck, and a hole was broken.

    Jing You tasted the blood in his mouth, his facial features instantly wrinkled, and said in horror: "Secretary Jiang, I am bleeding!"

    Jiang Shengyan recovered from the trance, pressed his thumb under the corner of Jingyou's lips, and said softly, "It's just a small wound, I'll take a paper and wipe it for you."

    Jing You frowned and repeated: "Bleeding."

    Jiang Sheng said: "If you are so close to me without wearing a mask, you will be infected."

    Jing You seemed to be intimidated and immediately got up from the bed.

    Jiang Shengyan raised an arm, "Sister has no strength, Xiaoyou pulls me up."

     Her eyes were not clear, and her face was still red.

    Jing You hesitated to hold Jiang Shengyan's outstretched hand, his face retreated a few centimeters.

    Jiang Shengyan chuckled a few times, "Are you so afraid that I will infect you with a cold?"

    The expression and tone are very relaxed, not as restrained as usual.

    Jing You nodded honestly, looking very well behaved.

    Jiang Shengyan stood up, let go of Jing You's hand, smiled at her, and walked out of the bedroom.

    Jing You waved his hand, trying to fan away all the cold germs.

    Jiang Shengyan first put a bowl of soup in front of Jingyou, and said, "You eat here, I'll go back to the bedroom, you won't be infected if you stay away from me."

    Jing You looked up at Jiang Shengyan and said nothing.

    Jiang Shengyan poured herself a bowl of soup, turned around and walked a few steps, Jingyou blocked her and pushed her back to the dining table.

    Jiang Shengyan turned his back to Jingyou, and the corner of his lips curled into a smile.