I can cure the boss if he is sick

Chapter 47 The cooked duck is about to fly away!

Gong Yichen panicked, Gong Zhengyu pointed out these four words on purpose, apparently for some other purpose, thinking of the "kidnapping" farce not long ago, if Gong Zhengyu and his mother complained, what he just got The bank card has not yet been implemented, and the cooked duck cannot be allowed to fly away at this time.

"Little uncle, I'll give you a report now!" After finishing speaking, Gong Yichen said to Gong Zhuoyi, "Mom! Back then you bought me the Bauhinia Mansion for my wedding house, so you can't sell it!"

Gong Zhengyu left the living room and walked upstairs, Gong Zhuoyi asked him, "How much is your friend asking for?"

Gong Zhengyu turned around, glanced at Gong Yichen who was following him, and replied: "Since it is reserved for the children as a wedding room, then forget it! I will ask him to consider other properties."

Gong Yichen heaved a sigh of relief after hearing this, this was the only time he heard Gong Zhengyu call him a "child", but he didn't find this little uncle annoying, and he also felt that he was a little radiant.

**
The second floor of the old house, terrace garden.

In the cold wind, Gong Yichen, who was only wearing a thin sweater, stood by the railing, shivering from the cold, his lips were a little purple.

Gong Zhengyu was even thinner than what he was wearing, only wearing a white shirt. He was sitting on the lounge chair at this moment with a blank expression on his face, showing no sign of coldness at all.

Gong Yichen once doubted whether his little uncle was human or not. He has been like this since he was a child. Every time he made a mistake, he would be dragged here to stand for punishment. This is not a place for people.

The air was still for half an hour before Gong Zhengyu spoke slowly, "Say it!"

"This... I went to the northwest this time... I... I went to three... three cities... five counties... seven impoverished villages, and in the name of the Gong's Group... a total of four schools were funded... ...Three township enterprises...accumulatively provided one...1000 to two hundred jobs for the local area...that's it..." Gong Yichen's lips were so cold that he couldn't even speak.

"You've been in college for four years, and that's how your professor taught you to give presentations?"

"Little...Little Uncle...It's really too cold here..."

"Then let's go in and talk."

"Thank you little uncle!"

Gong Yichen thought that Gong Zhengyu was being merciful, so he turned around and was about to enter the house, when Gong Zhengyu's ethereal warning came from behind, "By the way, call your mother and talk about the kidnapping."

Gong Yichen sniffed, then turned back, "Actually, I'm not that cold..."

Gong Zhengyu tapped the table with his index finger, motioning him to continue.

Gong Yichen wiped his nose with his hand, and continued to make a report, dismantling this public welfare itinerary in detail.

**
Nanxi came upstairs, but she didn't see the nephew and uncle after searching around. It wasn't until she returned to the platform on the second floor and looked back that she found the familiar white shirt in the dark night of winter.

Nan Xi sighed, why is he like this again, going out with so little clothes on?
She opened the door and went outside, Gong Yichen's voice was trembling, and he kept sniffling.

"Why are you two outside in such a cold day?" Nan Xi pushed Gong Yichen, "Are you catching a cold? Come in!"

Gong Yichen shook his head, "I'm not cold..."

Nan Xi: "..." It's frozen like this, yet you still say it's not cold?

Gong Zhengyu stared at her fixedly, as if only Gong Yichen was in her eyes, and she didn't even notice that there was a person sitting one meter in front of her who had also been frozen for an hour.

(End of this chapter)