MTL - After the Rebirth, I Was Targeted By the Boss-Chapter 132 he is sick?

   Chapter 132 Is he sick?

   When she passed by the door of the bar, she saw the news car of the provincial station.

   But an ordinary cultural law enforcement, mainstream public opinion agencies such as the provincial news station will pay attention, there is no one behind it, and it is impossible to think about it.

Mo Shao Shen smiled helplessly, "It was arranged by the people below. From the fourth quarter of last year to the first quarter of this year, the club's profit and revenue continued to decline. If it can't be improved by the end of the year, the salary and performance of the entire management will be reduced. down."

   So, it's all done by others, it has nothing to do with him.

  Assistant Xu, the man who carried the pot, stood beside the man with a polite but embarrassing smile on his face.

   Tang Qi was about to say something when a man's suppressed cough suddenly came over the phone.

   It's not the kind of cough that makes her throat uncomfortable. Although the other party quickly covered the phone, she still heard something, and there was a deep sense of rectification.

   After waiting for about 30 seconds, the man's hoarse voice came again on the other end of the phone, "Sorry, I'm a little uncomfortable."

"you are sick?"

   "Small problem, I'll be fine after two days off."

   Listening to the increasingly hoarse voice, she checked the time, 11:35 pm.

   "It's getting late, you go to bed first, and I'll talk about it tomorrow." She felt a little dull in her heart.

  Mo Shao smiled and replied, "Okay, you also go to bed earlier, good night."

   After Mo Shaoshen hung up the phone, Assistant Xu hurriedly handed over the water in his hand, with a hint of caution in his respect, "Miss Tang angry?"

  Mo Shaochen threw the phone on the bedside table, his dark eyes hardened like ice slag.

   "What gave you the illusion that I've become a good talker? Xu Yang has been in Africa for so long, and he hasn't finished building the building, why don't you help him?"

  Xu Xing's knees softened and he almost didn't kneel down, "I'm sorry, I didn't think carefully, Miss Tang, I will personally explain to her that the text messages and photos were sent by me without permission, and you are completely unaware."

   "Do you believe this yourself?" The man smiled half-smiling.

   "But it's a fact, you were in the clearing treatment and didn't have time at all..."

   Xu Xing's words gradually disappeared under the man's sharp line of sight like a real blade.

   "If she knows my physical condition, I promise that the place you go to is not just as simple as Africa."

  Xu Xing, under the pressure of Wan Jun, changed his words:

   "You have been busy with work and meetings since you returned to the Imperial Capital, and you don't have time to deal with city B's affairs. I did it all for you."

   Mo Shao closed his black eyes tiredly and leaned on the head of the bed, "No need, she's not angry."

   After saying that, the corners of his mouth evoked a hint of pleasure.

   really does a good job of deducing moodiness.

  Xu Xing was relieved, but his eyes were slightly wet when he saw the happy appearance of the man with his eyes closed.

   Who would have thought that such a powerful, noble, and unparalleled person would have his life come to an end.

   On the plane from City B back to the Imperial Capital, Mo Shaochen fell into a coma due to a sudden aggravation of his condition.

   He has been working with men since graduation. For nearly ten years, he knew exactly what men were thinking.

   Obviously missed in his heart, but he tried his best to forbear. A man who has always been confident and resolute, if not because of the physical drag, how would he look forward and hesitate in the face of the only girl he likes.

   So he sent a text message to Tang Qi without authorization, in the hope that Tang Qi would know that the man was ill and persuade him to rest more.

   "Prepare the car and go back to the old house."

   Just when Xu Xing thought the man on the bed was asleep, the other party opened his dark black eyes.

   "It's already so late, you just finished clearing, Yan Xi said you'd better stay in bed for a while to help recover."

  Mo Shaochen lifted the thin quilt on his body, and his movements were a little sluggish when he got up, but after standing up, the whole person returned to the usual strong indifference.

   The black slim fit suit makes him noble and extraordinary, like a king who reigns over the world, and cannot be disobeyed.

  Xu Xing was still worried, "It's so late, the people in the old house may not be waiting, you still have to wait tomorrow..."

  Mo Shao turned a deaf ear and walked out of the room.

   Don't panic everyone~ Big guys don't die so easily~

   (end of this chapter)