C42

When Mu Jinxi returned from the joyous reunion, she had a fever.

She didn't know how to swim, so she ran out of the medical room and started courting death. No one refused to play everywhere, and the request of such a great beauty was not refused by anyone, and there were several times when the monkey would almost cramp up. She was happy when she came down from the swimming pool, but it made them so tired that they would die at any moment.

Fortunately, in the end, Mu Jinxi's sickness gave them some … Well, not comfort but more trouble.

She was a woman who had been brought up in an unknown way. She had a tough and unrestrained personality, with a high fever and an appearance that seemed to have no regard for her image, constantly muttering nonsense. Not only were she spouting nonsense, but she was also constantly punching and kicking under the blanket.

He really wasn't an easy woman to serve.

Towards Murong Shaoyang who was taking care of her in an orderly manner, the group of people could not help but exclaim, "It's really not wrong to have one object above another."

After thinking about it, he decided not to push the boss into the pit of fire.

"Are you feeling better?" Murong Shaoyang placed his hand on her forehead, the fever had already subsided, but he still looked dizzy, not knowing if he was better.

"Better." Mu Jinxi buried her face in the blanket, only exposing her eyes. He asked softly, "You don't have to work today …?" Murong Shaoyang coughed lightly, "They said there's no need." He turned around and pointed at the Murong Shaoyang who was watching them. This was the best excuse.

"Oh …" Somewhat dejectedly, she blinked her eyes and continued to look at Murong Shaoyang.

His gaze made his entire body feel strange, so Murong Shaoyang could only take a seat and ask curiously, "What's wrong?"

Mu Jinxi remained silent for a while before replying, "I was thinking whether or not I said something strange when I had a fever." He got up and took a drink from a glass of water on the table. "What do you think?"

Mu Jinxi shook her head and suddenly got up. He put the water down and placed the pillow behind her back, then helped her up and leaned on the bed, "Is it because of Father?" she asked, looking up at him.

Murong Shaoyang's expression was stiff for a moment, then said while looking at her. "No."

"Really?" "Her eyes were filled with surprise as she watched him sit down without blinking once." "I lied to you." Murong Shaoyang showed no mercy and cut off her wild imagination. "Fine." Murong Shaoyang lowered his head and curled his lips, it was only for a short while, but he had already recovered to being indifferent and gave her the water and medicine. She took the water and drank it, causing the antipyretic medicine to feel a little bitter, and he, who had quickly gone through the pain in his mouth, to not be able to resist frowning slightly.

Seeing that Murong Shaoyang wanted to vomit but did not want to ruin his image in front of him, he could only swallow it down.

Murong Shaoyang took the empty cup of her water and stood up to pour her a new one. When he turned around, he saw her painful expression, he reminded her coldly while holding back his laughter, "Spit it it out."

"Not a bit... "Ugh …" Before he could retort, he could not help but vomit. Luckily nothing came out of his mouth or else he would really die of shame. She held on to her stomach while her body twisted. She directly lay down on the blanket, unwilling to get up. She was afraid that the disgusting sound she made would cause him to reveal a disgusted expression …

"Is this how you intend to continue?"

"Qixi, how are you?!" The monkey's voice drowned out his words, the group of people gathered over and directly pushed Murong Shaoyang to the side, he placed the cup back on the table and turned to leave.

Mu Jinxi waved her hand, and replied in an uncomfortable voice, "I'm fine." No wonder she felt weak all over and felt like she was going to die. Plus, this position was pressing down on her stomach. This was simply puking. The thing that she had not vomited before was now squeezing itself out of her throat.

Monkey still thought that something had happened to her, so he grabbed her arm and pulled it up to shake it vigorously. Then … Then it would be a tragedy...

The afternoon sun was just right.

There were only a few people on the street. A bicycle was like a wild horse with its reins untied as it quickly moved across the middle of the road. The riders could only tell that it was a man, wearing a hat to cover half his face in the heat.

After crossing the road, he directly slipped into a small alley. Not long later, he braked and stopped in front of a person's house.

Ye Zichen got off the car, found a few identical names in the dozens of bags, then took out his phone to make the call.

"Express delivery." As soon as the call connected, he spoke coldly. Before anyone could reply, he had already hung up.

Not long later, a woman's voice was heard cursing as she approached the door. The sound of her slippers stepping on the floor was heard. The door was forced open and a savage looking woman in pajamas walked out.

"What kind of bullsh * t attitude is this?" Isn't it just a courier?! " The man silently put the courier into her outstretched hand, then turned around and pulled down his hat, leaving quickly.

There was still a bunch of things that he needed to deal with. If he was angered and said something back like before, he would delay his work. If he was complained about, then his salary for the day would be gone.

He gritted his teeth to comfort himself.

"Next is …"

When he came out of the hotel, he suddenly realized that his car had disappeared, and his own car had changed to a new one in the parking space near midnight. Dong Yunian called to explain that his car had been pulled in for regular maintenance, he twitched his mouth, and said that he had been assigned an assistant who was responsible for arranging his future work schedule. Before he even had the chance to reply, Murong Shaoyang, who did not seem to be much older than twenty years old, suddenly got out of the car, and ran over when he saw him, while shouting his name.

Everyone looked over. Murong Shaoyang speechlessly covered his face, wanting to reject Dong Yunian's' good intentions'. If this kind of person became his assistant, no one would know how famous he would become.

But Dong Yunian had already decided that he needed someone to monitor his movements, so he hung up before he could say anything.

When the assistant ran over, her face was flushed red, and she excitedly extended her hand out, saying hi to Murong Shaoyang.

Murong Shaoyang did not say anything, directly walking over to the car and opening the back seat's door before sitting down.

The assistant also wanted to get on the back seat, but when she opened the door, she was shocked by Murong Shaoyang's impatient gaze. She immediately shut the door with a silly smile and obediently sat on the passenger seat.

"Mr. Murong Shaoyang, there's a car shop at tonight's gathering …" As soon as the car began to move, the assistant took a small notebook from her purse and began to read out his plans.

Murong Shaoyang waved his hand, raised his hand and pressed it against his temple and sighed, "I got it, let me rest for a while." He had just attended a party hosted by a bunch of bored rich people, and before he could wake up from the din of music and alcohol, he had to accept a new job reception. Recently, he had been extremely busy.

Since Murong Shaoyang had already spoken, the assistant did not dare say anything else, and ordered the car to speed up. There was still a gathering this afternoon, but Murong Shaoyang rejected it, and the driver obviously listened to him.

"Mr. Murong Shaoyang! Look! " Before he could close his eyes, the assistant started making a fuss again. He opened his eyes impatiently and looked in the direction the assistant was pointing at.

His smile, the corner of his mouth slightly raised, and his eyes slightly narrowed. If he did not seriously look at the picture, he would have felt that it was fake, he immediately woke up, ordered the driver to stop the car and open the door, and even disregarded the anxious shouts of the assistant as he got off the car to walk in front of the painting.

Reaching out his hand, he gently stroked the paint painting.

"Don't move!" He was lost in his thoughts as he suddenly heard a shout. He retracted his hand and looked blankly at the person walking towards him. There were all kinds of paint and paint on his body and there were even a few tools in his hands.

"You are …" You are Murong Shaoyang?!

He opened his mouth, but before he could finish, he was interrupted by the painter's agitated voice. "En." He nodded slightly. The painter walked over quickly and extended his hand with a smile, "Hello, hello. I didn't expect to see a real person …" Murong Shaoyang looked at his hands that were covered in paint, and reached out to grab them. However, he kept on rubbing his pants, and when he lifted his hands, they did not seem to have faded at all. The artist sighed and moved his hands behind his back.

Only then did he realise that Murong Shaoyang had already extended his hand. He laughed embarrassedly, "My hands are dirty, sorry about it."

"I'm fine." Murong Shaoyang understood his words, hence he smiled and retracted his hand. and then turn back to the painting

"Your drawing is really good."

"Not bad, it's just a flaw." The painter sighed. Murong Shaoyang replied with a smile, "Not really. Everything is so perfect." He was not praising himself, but rather that the painter's ability was perfect. Every stroke was exquisite to a certain extent, and even though he was used to seeing that person's skill, he still felt that the painter was powerful.

The painter shook his head in dissatisfaction at his answer, and pointed to the pair of eyes in the painting, "If it wasn't for me, I wouldn't have said anything, but since I'm here, I can't lie to you. Look, these eyes don't look like me. Murong Shaoyang looked at the direction his finger pointed at, and indeed, the pigment on his eyes was a little brighter than the other parts of his body, but it did not affect this kind of painting much. He smiled and comforted the lost painter, "I think it's pretty, is it not enough?"

"Ai, since I have already said so, I have nothing to say, but I want to remind you, Mr. Murong Shaoyang, to be careful of your own safety, because these eyes were destroyed by a person who looked like he hated you, you are the fulfillment of the dreams of many young people, and he is also a good person, that's why I am reminding you, be careful of this little person harming you …"

"I know, but thank you." Murong Shaoyang shot the painter a sincere smile. At this time, the little assistant anxiously got off the car, ran over and shouted his name again. Murong Shaoyang turned his head and looked at the artist with an embarrassed sigh, then walked towards the little assistant.

"Mr. Murong Shaoyang, you cannot miss this chance to meet with us. This gathering is extremely important to you …" After getting on the car, the assistant started to talk again. Murong Shaoyang was helpless, he could only surrender, "Alright, alright, I understand, can you let me rest for a while?" The driver turned around and looked at the two of them before helplessly shaking his head and saying to the assistant, "Mr Murong doesn't like being restricted by others, so you shouldn't bother with him."

The assistant answered with dissatisfaction, "I am a professional, do you understand?" The driver helplessly shook his head, "Mr Murong doesn't like things that are too professional." He turned around and glanced at the man behind him. The man also nodded in agreement. Although he was very dissatisfied with his' work 'being rejected in such a way, the assistant could only shut up in the end.

The carriage finally quieted down once more. Murong Shaoyang looked outside the window and heard the painter's words …

"Be careful of me, someone is hating you."

"Do you hate me …?" Murong Shaoyang looked at his own reflection in the carriage window and slowly frowned as he repeated himself.

Who hated him to this extent? Not only did it cause him to fall into Dong Yunian's suspicion, it also caused him to ruin the painting that the street painter gave him.

Who exactly was it?

The bicycle slipped out of the alley and almost bumped into a passing car.

"Cheers …" The man on the bike cursed, then quickly turned the car around and skidded past.