"Ask for leave? Oh, where do you work as a newspaper? If you want to ask for leave, ask for leave? Report to the newspaper immediately!"


    The editor in chief continued to roar, and Zeng Mingyue stroked the noisy throbbing head.


    "Editor in chief, my health is really bad. I can''t leave the hospital in three days. I..."


    "In that case, you don''t have to report back to the newspaper. Come to the newspaper to pack your things when you leave the hospital!"


    The editor in chief said very strongly.


    Zeng Mingyue''s face turned pale when she heard the speech. She is going to leave Zeng''s family now. If she doesn''t have this job, won''t her future life be unsustainable? "Chief editor, please don''t fire me. I promise I''ll report back to the society as soon as I leave the hospital, and I''ll work harder in the future! Moreover, I won''t delay my work these days. Chief editor, please see what I want to finish. You send me all the information. Can I finish it in the hospital?


    ”


    Zeng Mingyue pleaded, his palms sweating nervously.


    Fortunately, the editor in chief over there relaxed and said, "that''s it. I''ll let someone send you information. Today you write the report three times and send it to my email for review in the evening!"


    "OK, OK, I promise to write it well. Thank you, editor in chief!"


    Zeng Mingyue didn''t know she was targeted by Jiang Jiang. In fact, she didn''t know Jiang Jiang was such a person.


    Therefore, she would not think that the editor in chief was ordered to fix her deliberately. She just thought that the newspaper was really short of staff and repeatedly promised.


    "OK, remember to look at the mailbox." the editor said impatiently and hung up.


    Zeng Mingyue breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Yang Qiqi came to see her yesterday and helped her bring all her laptop.


    She quickly turned on her computer and logged in to her work email. As expected, the newspaper had sent all the information.


    Zeng Mingyue opened it and looked carefully.


    "Why so many..."


    There are dozens of pages of materials. Zeng Mingyue looked at them roughly and needed to write the report three times, and the content involved finance, society and entertainment.


    In a mess, the style of the report written naturally spans a large range. But Zeng Mingyue didn''t think much. He looked at the data carefully and thought about it.


    This is the picture that Fu Jiabei saw when he came to the ward.


    Zeng Mingyue sat on the hospital bed holding the laptop to type. Her expression was very focused. She didn''t even find Fu Jiabei pushing the door in.


    The sun shines on the girl and melts her soft outline into a layer of warm light. The small fluff on her face is clearly visible and looks incomparably beautiful and lovely.


    The soft feeling made Jiabei want to come forward and pinch her.


    The girl''s slender ten fingers beat quickly on the keyboard. Qianqian''s element finger is translucent with light and shadow, and the moving appearance is as light as dancing.


    Foucault paused, leaned against the door frame and looked at it for a moment before he walked over. He stood by the bed and looked sideways at the press release on her screen. His tall and straight figure blocked a large area of sunlight.


    Zeng Mingyue looked up in confusion and saw Fu Jiabei standing by the bed. She was surprised.


    "Fu... Fu Shao, why are you here? When did you come?"


    She didn''t find it at all. Seeing his eyes on her computer screen, Zeng Mingyue blushed and instinctively raised his hand to close the computer.


    She was embarrassed to let him see what she wrote. She didn''t write well enough.


    Seeing that she was sheltered, Jiabei slightly raised her eyebrows and didn''t insist on seeing it any more.


    "Can''t I come? Or don''t you want me to come?"


    Fu Jiabei stood by and didn''t sit. He put his hand leisurely in his trouser pocket, but his momentum was incomparably strong.


    Zeng Mingyue immediately panicked, and she waved her hand again and again.


    "Of course not. Of course I hope Fu Shao will come, especially!"


    "Oh, so you expect me to come?"


    Fu Jiabei slightly pulled up the corner of his lips. He bent down and stared at her, waiting for her answer.


    The blush on Zeng Mingyue''s face spread again. Is it her illusion? How can she feel lifted.


    But the male god flirted with her? How can it be? It must be an illusion.


    "Didn''t Fu Shao say you were my friend? Of course I''m looking forward to your coming..." Zeng Mingyue said calmly, but his expression was still a little shy unconsciously.


    Jiabei stared at her and lowered his head. Then he went to one side and sat down and pointed to the computer on her lap.


    "Why are you writing a press release? Didn''t you ask for leave?"


    Zeng Mingyue smiled and nodded, "it doesn''t matter. I''m much better. The newspaper is very busy. I can."


    When she said this, fujiabe didn''t say much.


    Although he didn''t want her to work now and wanted her to have a good rest, he would respect Zeng Mingyue''s work needs.


    For this reason, he was not going to disturb her any more. He wanted her to write the manuscript early and have a rest early.


    "I''m busy with you. Don''t worry about me."


    He said to Zeng Mingyue, bowed his head and began to play with his mobile phone.


    Zeng Mingyue looked at Jiabei in surprise. She really didn''t understand.


    Fu Jiabei didn''t come these two days. She thought he finally forgot her, but he suddenly came again. Now he didn''t talk to her, but he sat still.


    What''s the meaning of this? Is the male god on vacation recently? Too boring?


    Or maybe he felt sorry for her and was bullied by his family and relatives. He sympathized with her?


    Thinking like this, Zeng Mingyue was a little sad and said, "then I''ll write a manuscript."


    She refocused her attention on her work. Jiabei was bowing her head and sending a message to another assistant of the company, Qi Ning, asking him to send the documents. Therefore, she did not notice the change of Zeng Mingyue''s mood.


    Until he raised his head after sending the message, he found that Zeng Mingyue''s fingers had not moved on the keyboard.


    The girl lowered her head slightly and looked a little depressed and lonely.


    Fu Jiabei frowned slightly. He didn''t understand how the girl''s mood changed so quickly. It was clear that she was just fine.


    "What''s the matter?" he asked her.


    Zeng Mingyue bit her lips slightly and looked at Jiabei with a soft voice.


    "Do you sympathize with me?"


    She doesn''t want to be sympathized by anyone, especially Fu Jiabei.


    Fu Jiabei was so kind to her these days. At first, she was still immersed in the care he gave, but now the more she thought about it, the more she felt that Fu Jiabei must have pity on her.


    Otherwise, how could he send her to hospital, pay for her medicine, and come to see her several times.


    Jiabei stared at Zeng Mingyue and raised her eyebrows slightly.


    "You think I''m pitiful and you''re sitting here?"


    He asked.


    Zeng Mingyue''s eyes were slightly red, "no... isn''t it?"


    The girl looked like she was about to cry, and Fu Jiabei was helpless.


    "What are the poor people in the world? Do you think I sympathize with the poor?" "ah?" Zeng Mingyue is a little bad now, and her mind is dull. She didn''t understand Jiabei for a moment.