Heart attack

Chapter 50 Are You All Right?
"will not."

"Oh……"

Tang Hong also lowered his eyes, and the editor popped up a message: Don't rush to reply, the other side said that the launch of "Just Happen" will be moved to the next year, you should think about it carefully.

She clicked on the keyboard and replied: OK.

After replying to the message, Sheng Yan had already sat back on the sofa, and there were layers of documents on the desktop, which seemed to be the important tasks that needed to be dealt with today.His right hand was injured, so he typed with his left hand.

The range was very small, and the speed of typing on the keyboard was also very slow, as clumsily as if he was pulling out his mobile phone that day. After typing the required documents, he picked up the signature pen again, and barely wrote his name on the last page of the document.

After a meal back and forth, 3 minutes have passed. I usually sign at a banquet without frowning, and the smoothness of the pen tip across the page is still vivid.

Now writing with children is slow and slow.

Tang Hong also suddenly developed a little sense of guilt, and the guilt gradually increased. Although the incident did not happen according to her intentions, she said it was to save her own injuries. It was not in line with her style.

She reluctantly went around to the sofa, "Let me help you, you say I'll type the text for you, and you can sign the documents slowly."

Shengyan had just finished signing, and when she heard her words, she tilted her head and was puzzled. When Shun understood the meaning of the words, he subconsciously wanted to refuse, but before his voice came out, he changed his way of thinking, chuckled and said, "Okay."

Tang Hong also found a place to stay, and sat on a white plush carpet. The thermostat was turned on in the room, and the air was hot and dry.

The computer was moved to the front by the feast, "If there is an email coming in, just tell me."

"That's it?" Tang Hongyi was still thinking about what was the big deal, but he didn't expect to reply to an email, and just thinking about being affectionate, suddenly more than a dozen emails popped up one by one.

Feast looked over with a smile.

Tang Hongyi: "I'll shut up and act like I didn't say anything."

Looking at the email, it was found in various languages. Tang Hongyi's foreign language ability was only at the level of IELTS and TOEFL in English. A few years after the peak of university, she could barely read it. As for French and Russian, she knew nothing about it.

Forced to give up, she moved over the computer. If she needed to reply to emails in a foreign language, then don't count on her.

Tang Hongyi, who is mediocre, can't compete with the boss's computer!
Sheng Yan saw her actions from beginning to end, a smile almost climbed onto her face, rolling in her throat, causing her skin to flush, "How about you pour me a glass of water?"

"..." Well, it's embarrassing.

Tang Hong also pouted, got up and snatched his water glass away, and said a little unceremoniously, "Coffee or tea?"

A laugh fell on her shoulders, carrying his smiling words, "Coffee."

After the feast finished laughing, he buried himself in processing the documents, and after replying to the email, Tang Hongyi had already returned with a water glass, smashed it on the table, and the water stains slid along the glass, almost rolling off the edge of the glass.

It's a cup of boiling water.

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Tang Hong also raised his eyebrows, "Drink more hot water."

feast:"……"

Well, the game crashed.

Sheng Yan glanced at her several times, saw her flicking her phone again, and gave up the idea of ​​speaking.I read the documents over and over again, but there were still no shortages, and the piles of them caught my nerves.

He breathed a sigh of relief, pinched the center of his brows, habitually stretched out his right hand, picked up the water glass, cracked the back of his hand, and bit his mouth.

"Are you okay?" Tang Hongyi's heart was pounding, and he looked at the back of his hand several times. The gauze was slightly bleeding, and the corner was stained red. "It's bleeding, wait, I'll change your dressing."

"No—use." Before he finished speaking, Tang Hongyi had already ran under the cabinet and dug out the medicine box.

The training camp is just that good, and the living assistants are fully prepared. Liu Hong, as the assistant who takes care of their diet and daily life, lives and mental health, as long as he wants to get it, he can't come without him.

(End of this chapter)