I’m a Professional at Seducing Rivals In Love [Quick Travel] - Chapter 89

chapter 89

Zong Zi carried Tan Jinxue into the bedroom and threw him on the soft bed.

Tan Jinxue took off the dirty coat consciously and leaned against the head of the bed.

“I want a drink of water,” he said.

Zong Zi’s face was ugly, he stared at Tan Jinxue for a few seconds, then turned around and went outside to pour him a cup of hot water.

Tan Jinxue held the glass, and after a while, put the glass on the bedside table.

The youth’s chocolate-colored eyes stared.

Tan Jinxue closed his eyes.

“Too hot,” he said.

The doctor will be here soon.

He Hua, the secretary, came with him.

When he left before, he was extremely uneasy, and when he received a call from Wei Xiaoyang in the middle of the night, his uneasiness immediately reached its peak.

Among the four people in the room, none of them looked good, and the atmosphere was rather dignified.

He Hua looked like he wanted to ask the teacher for a crime, but he glanced at Tan Jinxue’s expressionless face, and still didn’t speak immediately.

The doctor asked several questions carefully, and Tan Jinxue answered them all concisely, and finally gave the doctor a flat look.

The other party pondered for a moment, and said: “Some things are not sure, and further examinations are still needed.” He asked again: “Have you gone to the hospital for examination?”

Tan Jinxue squeezed the space between her eyebrows, “Well, I will go.”

He Hua’s expression changed.

Regardless of Zong Zi, he stood beside him and said sharply, “I made an appointment for the inspection half a month ago, and you didn’t go?”

Tan Jinxue looked tired, he said: “It wasn’t that serious at the time.”

Even if the disease is taboo, the CEO can still act confidently and calmly.

The doctor looked at Tan Jinxue, then at He Hua, and decided to keep silent for the time being.

— Judging from the symptoms tonight, this disease is not simple, even a little ominous. He couldn’t say too clearly, but he already had a prediction in his heart. The pain of the patient was unbearable even half a month ago.

He Hua panicked, “You’re going to die!”

Tan Jinxue’s lips curled up and he smiled.

He waved to He Hua, “I won’t do it anymore. Go back, I won’t go to the company tomorrow, and you have to deal with many things.”

He Hua was so choked that he couldn’t speak.

He was waiting for Tan Jinxue to get angry at him, even the manuscript had been typed, but he didn’t want to be taken lightly like this.

He stood up and walked out, turned around halfway, and said to Zong Zi, “Look at him.”

It has been a long time since anyone spoke to Zong Zi in this tone.

Zong Zi silently nodded.

When He Hua passed by the living room, his eyes flickered. He saw framed pictures on simple display cases.

Two still green teenagers stood under the blue sky of Florence.

He immediately recognized the one on the right. The young version of the president, Tan Jinxue, even had a hint of arrogance in his smile that He Hua had never seen before. The stern-faced boy next to him, who didn’t seem to want to look at the camera very much, was probably Zong Zi.

He Hua wanted to sigh from the bottom of his heart.

These two enemies.

When He Hua left, he slammed the door loudly.

Tan Jinxue smiled helplessly. His chief secretary had never been so angry.

But this concern, he really did receive it, and he couldn’t help feeling happy.

The doctor gave him water and left. Before leaving, I told Zong Zi, “He has a fever, it would be better to rub it with alcohol.”

The doctor left, and Zong Zi was left standing at the door of the bedroom with his arms crossed, and Tan Jinxue, who was opposite, looked at him with a smile in his eyes.

Zong Zi really wanted to turn around immediately and leave this guy here.

But Tan Jinxue suddenly coughed, and an abnormal flush appeared on her face.

Zong Zi suddenly felt uncomfortable. It was as if the sound of the man’s cough pulled out a thin thread, tightly strangling his heart.

Tan Jinxue’s several coughs made this deadly part tense up and down.

He secretly pinched his palm. I flinched so hard.

The young man frowned tightly, turned around and went to the study to find the medicine box.

He clumsily used alcohol to physically cool Tan Jinxue down.

A cotton ball dipped in alcohol wiped the man’s somewhat fair skin. Zong Zi could almost see the light blue blood vessels under his collarbone.

He licked his lips subconsciously.

Zong Zi accidentally went to unbutton the second button on his shirt.

Then Tan Jinxue raised his hand and held her down. He raised his head and met the man’s still smiling eyes.

“No.”

Zong Zi put down his hand and threw the wet cotton ball into the tray beside him.

Tan Jinxue coughed twice. The hand holding the water was cold.

Zong Zi leaned forward and slowed down the drip speed.

He felt Tan Jinxue’s warm breath on his neck.

“I was wrong today.”

Tan Jinxue suddenly spoke. “It won’t happen again,” he said.

Zong Zi sat back in the armchair next to the bed, and took a look at Tan Jinxue, “I never knew that Mr. President still has a hobby of pimping.”

Tan Jinxue picked up the water glass beside the bed and took a sip, “I just hope you don’t dwell on the shadows of the past.”

He said it very bluntly, “Otherwise, I would work very hard and be very tired.”

Zong Zi had no expression on his face, watching the person facing him brazenly pretending to be his lover.

He does hate intimacy and resists skin-to-skin contact.

He just hugged the person in front of him, not only hugged him, but also bit him, and helped him wipe his hot skin due to high fever.

He even said it himself, “I choose you”.

His gaze was still on Tan Jinxue, but Shensi didn’t know where it went.

Tan Jinxue casually looked at Zong Zi’s expression, a flash of clarity flashed in his eyes.

Zong Zi, the hero of this world, is a pitiful little boy. His eccentric personality comes from the shadow of childhood domestic abuse, and his too dazzling talent kept causing him trouble when he was a weak and poor student.

But under the double violence of family and campus, he showed amazing tolerance and tenacity.

Like a dormant beast, he deceives the eyes of his enemies with the illusion of weakness.

Soon, he got rid of the blood-sucking leech-like family, and those who were related to him by blood soon suffered the consequences. Of course, Zong Zi contributed a lot to this.

The old dormitory of the printing factory was his former home. After he returned to China, the first thing he did was to buy this place and move in.

He skipped the college entrance examination and was selected by the most powerful design department in the highest institution. His photo was hung in the window of the school gate at that time, silently showing off his power on the road that all those who had bullied and ignored him must pass.

His character has always been vindictive.

Then another thing happened.

His mentor appreciated his talent, but the man’s overly eager eyes made Zong Zi faintly uncomfortable in his heart.

He was stopped in the office by his forty-year-old teacher, who offered him a chance to study in Italy in exchange for his “companionship”. All it takes is one night.

The other party obviously thought it was a win-win deal, and Zong Zi even got more benefits. As the interest collected in advance, he couldn’t wait to touch Zong Zi’s pi.

Zong Zi vomited his lunch on the teacher’s unfinished drawing.

He declined the offer, and soon after, he was punished by the school for cheating on an exam and refusing to admit it.

He dropped out of school.

A year later Zongzi went to Italy and met Tan Jinxue. And the teacher who had a bright future and could soon be rated as a full professor was suddenly exposed to a scandal of academic fraud and his reputation was ruined.

At that time, Zong Zi was exhausted to bring down this person with a high social status. He was too young, had no connections or resources, and it took a lot of effort.

He has never been a “simple” designer with low EQ as he appears on the surface.

Zong Zi has always distinguished what he likes from what he has to be good at.

The drip is over.

Tan Jinxue pulled out the needle herself, and pulled the quilt over her body.

“Do you mind if I sleep here for the night?” he asked.

Zong Zi came back to his senses and nodded unnaturally. He got up and left.

At around ten o’clock the next morning, Tan Jinxue received a call from He Hua.

He slept very deeply this time, and recovered a lot of energy, his voice was quite teasing, “Secretary He is not angry?”

He Hua obviously choked up on the other end of the phone. After all, he suppressed the renewed anger and said calmly: “The first round of financing is about to be raised. There is a reception tomorrow night, and I must attend it.”

Notifying Tan Jinxue of this news affected his rest, and He Hua felt very unhappy.

If he is really that sick, what’s the point of Chengze’s development no matter how strong and fast he is?

Tan Jinxue said: “Okay. Is there anything else I need to know?”

He Hua hesitated for a moment, then said, “You still lack a female companion.”

Tan Jinxue usually attends receptions by herself, rarely accompanied by her.

He Hua was worried that he would go by himself, and thought of the relationship between his president and that Miss Sheng, so he said something more.

Tan Jinxue raised his eyebrows, he knew the unfinished meaning of He Hua’s words, so he spoke.

“Then Fang Ai.”

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