My Mr. Gu is Courting Death Again

Zuo An walked towards the sofa and said to her, "Come here."

Although Xu Weilai was full of doubts, he still walked over patiently and stood in front of him. When he was about to ask again, he saw his chin tapping towards the sofa.

Then he opened his lips and said, "Your job today is to sit here and rest!"

"..."

Xu Weiwei was stunned for half a minute, blinked his dark eyes several times, and asked in disbelief, "You want me to... sit here and rest?"

Call her in, not because there is work for her to do, but to let her rest?

"This is not rest, this is work." Zuo An emphasized.

Seeing that she still didn't move, he simply raised his hand and put it on her shoulder. The gentleman firmly pushed her down on the sofa, "Your working time has begun. Secretary Xu, please make sure to complete it perfectly."

Xu Future really didn't know what to say for a while.

She raised her head to look at him, her lips opened and closed, and finally she could only hold back one sentence, "Boss, you are acting for personal gain."

Zuo An lowered his eyes and met her gaze, "Then will you accept this task?"

It would be weird not to accept this kind of task that is clearly beneficial to her!

And she was indeed uncomfortable. Lying on the table outside was definitely not as comfortable as lying on this leather sofa, so Xu Weilai stopped being polite to Zuo An and nodded, "Then... let me borrow your sofa." I’m going to take a break.”

Zuo An curled his lips and said, "Tell me if you need anything."

After saying this, he turned around, walked back to the desk, sat down, and dealt with business.

Xu Weiwei looked at him, with a little warmth in his eyes. I have to say that his boss has always been very considerate. If...

She thought of something, the emotions in her eyes subsided, and returned to normal in an instant. The dull pain in her stomach came one after another, overwhelming all other thoughts. She just leaned on the sofa and closed her eyes to rest.

The office became quiet except for the slight rustle of Zuo An flipping through documents.

After a while, Zuo An heard Xu Weiwei's breathing become a little heavy. He raised his eyelids and looked over. What he saw was her pale face and lips that were gradually losing their color.

He didn't know what a woman should do at a time like this. Was she going to keep doing this? Stay until the pain is over?

While thinking, Xu Weiwei's body had curled up completely, and he fell on the sofa, holding his stomach with his hands, and his body was shaking slightly.

Judging from her expression, it was obvious that she was in pain, but she bit her lip lightly to prevent herself from making a sound. She didn't know whether she was used to the pain and didn't shout out, or she was afraid of affecting him.

Zuo An's eyebrows furrowed deeply, and a hint of distress slid uncontrollably under his eyes.

He put down the document, stood up, and walked towards the door, walking slowly, trying not to disturb Xu Weilai.

Fifteen minutes later, he returned to the office with a glass of warm water and a small bag. He walked to the sofa, squatted down, and patted Xu Weiwei on the shoulder, "Future, wake up."

Xu Weilai was so confused from the pain that he struggled to open his eyes, but his eyes were not focused when he looked at him.

"I asked someone and they said it would be better if you take this painkiller. You can take one."

Zuo An fed the white pill to Xu Weiwei's mouth, and she opened her mouth to eat it unconsciously. Then he fed the water to her mouth, and she drank it obediently.