Ji Changmu was fine after his fever subsided. Lewis was probably too anxious. As soon as he heard that the CEO had woken up and came to visit, he handed all the documents in his hand to Ji Changmu.

Lewis was talking to the side, and Ji Changmu sat on the sofa by the window to listen.

The sparse and cold light outside the window outlines the man's slender figure and outline. There is a shadowy light under the wide hospital gown. The man's features are clear and handsome, and there is exquisite elegance in his paleness.

Lewis also brought some documents that urgently needed Ji Changmu's signature. Ji Changmu held the pen and signed his names one by one.

Just as he lowered his head to sign, Qiao Muyuan brought him freshly cooked corn ribs medicinal soup.

Lewis, who had been talking eloquently just now, suddenly fell silent. Ji Changmu raised his eyes and said, "Continue, what are the recent actions of the Federal Reserve?"

"President..." Lewis hesitated, his eyes always drifting to Qiao Muyuan.

Ji Changmu understood and only said three words: "It doesn't matter."

But Lewis still felt that the president was too casual. They were all talking about EM's major events and plans. How could outsiders be allowed to be present? Besides, this little girl was young and ignorant. If she said it casually, it would be a huge loss for EM.

"You don't want to work anymore." Qiao Muyuan put down the soup and stepped forward to snatch the document in his hand, "Do you want to die? The doctor told you not to work too hard. You just woke up today and you don't have the strength to take a shower.

Work hard here.”

The corners of Ji Changmu's lips raised: "But it would be boring if I didn't work."

"Drink the soup. Sister Cui has been cooking it for a long time."

"Yeah." Ji Changmu nodded obediently.

Lewis felt like he was being left alone, and their president seemed to be bewitched. He seemed to be obedient to this little girl and didn't even care if she snatched the documents from his hand. If it were anyone else, he would

Be furious.

Ji Changmu got angry. It was not that he had never seen it before. He had suffered it many times himself.

Qiao Muyuan brought soup to Ji Changmu, and Ji Changmu said to Lewis: "Go back to the company first, and call me if you have any questions."

"Okay, CEO." Lewis didn't want to be the light bulb either.

As soon as Lewis left, Qiao Muyuan became less restrained and brought Ji Changmu chopsticks, a spoon, and a napkin.

"Brother Ji, don't work anymore, at least not today. What if you have a high fever again?"

"Won't."

"You're not a god, there's nothing you can't do."

"But em needs me." He patiently coaxed Qiao Muyuan with a soft voice.

"Then have you considered Aunt Yang, Sister Cui, and... there will be people who are worried about you anyway. In your heart, are they more important or em?"

Ji Changmu smiled: "Okay, I understand."

It was rare for Ji Changmu to have the patience to drink soup. He didn't usually have such a leisurely mood.

He took a spoonful of soup, blew on it, and fed it to her: "Try it, it tastes pretty good."

Qiao Muyuan didn't expect that he would feed her. Under his burning eyes, she drank.

"This corn is very sweet, take a bite? The ribs are also good."

"Then eat a piece of corn." Qiao Muyuan sat next to him.

Ji Changmu picked up a piece of corn with chopsticks and fed it to her. Qiao Muyuan ate it, his eyes turning into crescents.

Ji Changmu, who was sick, was more like a sick cat in her eyes. A sick cat or something, of course, there was no threat. Even if she teased him twice, he couldn't struggle.

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Chapter completed!