Chapter 14 Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder

President Tan's office.

Ding--

Tan Huairong put down his pen, picked up his phone and took a look.

The corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously, and then he tapped on the screen with his fingers.

'No, I'm just humanitarian. '

"President, there is a quarterly report meeting in ten minutes." Assistant Tang reminded him while holding the itinerary report form.

Tan Huairong hummed, stood up and walked to the conference room first.

After the whole meeting, the employees really felt that something was wrong with the boss today, but they didn't get angry!

Although their data for this quarter is one point higher than the previous quarter, they would definitely be furious as usual.

It wasn't until the meeting was over and the boss returned to the office that everyone dared to breathe.

"It's so scary. Why didn't the president get angry?"

"Do you want him to get angry?"

"You don't understand. It would be better for him to be angry than to be tepid."

Seeing everyone like this, Assistant Tang laughed and shook his head, "No matter what, we still have to work hard, otherwise we will suffer disaster next time."

"Indeed, let's stop chatting. I have to go back and catch up on the manuscript."

"let's go."

Several people pushed and left the conference room.

After following Tan Huairong for four or five years, Special Assistant Tang naturally knew him very well.

Today's boss is indeed different.

Is it because of Miss Song?

With the projects provided by Tan, the Zhu family made a lot of money again.

Today at the Zhu family's family dinner, Zhu's father specifically told Zhu Xia Tong to call Tan Huairong over to eat together.

After she finished dressing up, she drove to Tan Group.

"Ms. Zhu, why are you here? The president is busy right now." Assistant Tang politely received her.

Zhu Xiatong took off his sunglasses, with a gentle smile on his lips, "I have something to do with Huairong, please help me tell Huairong, Special Assistant Tang."

If it were normal, Special Assistant Tang would definitely go in directly.

But now that there has just been a turmoil on the Internet, it is not the right time for Miss Zhu to come over.

Zhu Xiatong couldn't help but frown when he saw that Assistant Tang didn't make any move, "Assistant Tang?"

"I'm sorry, Miss Zhu, our president is really busy, otherwise you would come another day?"

Another day?

Wasn't she just an assistant who was at the mercy of others, yet he dared not to take her seriously?

Zhu Xiatong's face stiffened, and he suppressed his anger, with a bitter smile on his lips, "Assistant Tang, you also know my relationship with Huairong, I..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a sound in the office.

"Let her in."

Seeing that his president had spoken, Special Assistant Tang smiled apologetically, "Miss Zhu, please come this way."

Zhu Xiatong raised her chin, stepped on her high heels and pushed open the office door.

"Huairong, long time no see."

Tan Huairong's eyes were fixed on the computer screen, and his fingers were tapping.

After a while, he stopped and looked at her.

"Is there a problem?"

Zhu Xia Tong was not annoyed and nodded: "My father has held a family banquet and would like to invite you to come and have dinner together to express his gratitude in person."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and pushed the broken hair from his face behind his ears.

"I'm very busy today so I won't go over there. I'll ask Tang Teshu to buy some supplements and send them over later."

Tan Huairong slid the mouse with one hand and started writing with a pen in his other hand.

Zhu Xia Tong was unwilling to go back like this, and said in a coquettish tone, "Huairong, no matter how busy you are at work, you still need to eat. You can just deal with it tomorrow."

Assistant Tang immediately understood when he saw his CEO's face turned cold.

"Ms. Zhu, Mr. Tan is really busy today. I hope you can understand."

"It's because I didn't think carefully. Huairong, you can work peacefully. I won't disturb you for now."

Zhu Xia Tong's eyes flashed with confusion, and he quickly left the office as if running away.

This was the first time she saw impatience with herself on Tan Huairong's face.

Why is this happening?

Could it be that Song Yu said bad things about him...

Zhu Xia Tong was in a confused mood and sent him an apology message after returning.

What she didn't know was that Tan Huairong stopped working on the matter at hand after she left the office.

"President, Miss Song has woken up. She will be discharged from the hospital after one day of observation."

Tan Huairong looked at him with a cold expression, "Are you very busy at work now?"

"I'm sorry, CEO, I'm going to buy supplements now." Assistant Tang felt a chill behind him and left the office quickly.

Did he guess wrong?

This means that he increasingly doesn’t understand the operations of his own president.

Tan Huairong tugged on his tie irritably and pushed the document aside.

A message alert came from the phone.

He glanced at it and covered his phone on the table.

In the hospital.

Song Yu's fingers trembled with anger as she looked at the message Tan Ghost had sent an hour ago.

She knew that this bitch man had nothing good to say.

Do you think she is a cat or a dog on the roadside?

"Ayu, who sent the message to make you so angry?" He Anle couldn't help but ask after seeing her gnashing her teeth.

Song Yu raised a smile and threw the phone aside, "It's okay, it's just a spam text message."

Then he changed the subject, "Oh, by the way, did the school ask for leave for me?"

Two more professional courses have been added this semester. Although the teachers of the elective courses are not strict in checking, the old men in the professional courses are not easy to deal with.

He Anle chuckled and said, "My dear Miss Song, today is Saturday, why are you so distracted?"

Song Yu was stunned for a moment, then picked up the phone and looked at it. The time displayed on it was indeed Saturday.

OMG!

She felt like her head was really spinning.

Song Yu, who was autistic, hid under the quilt and stopped saying anything.

He Anle stayed with her for a day and did not leave until he sent her back to Maochen Apartment the next day.

The house had obviously been cleaned, and Song Yu was hungry, so she went over to look through the cupboards to find something to eat.

Who knows, an aunt is busy in the kitchen.

"Who are you?" Song Yu blinked.

She remembered that she was not wrong!

The aunt turned back with a smile on her face, "You are Mrs. Tan, just call me Zhang Ma. Mr. Tan asked me to cook three meals a day for you."

What?

If Tan Ghost is so kind, he wouldn't want to poison her and kill her.

Song Yu nodded dully.

"Oh, by the way, Mr. Tan also said that he can't let others say that he abused his wife."

"Haha, then thank him for me." Song Yu's mouth twitched.

She just said it!

This is the style of talking about ghosts, tsk tsk tsk, she was almost really moved.

After lying in the hospital for a day, her bones were falling apart.

After suffering from acute gastroenteritis, Song Yu decided to get up early in the morning to go for a morning jog and eat regularly.

Zhang Ma made four dishes and one soup and called Song Yu out for dinner.

"Wow, Zhang Ma, your craftsmanship is so good. It's very appetizing just looking at it." Song Yu's eyes shone and his mouth opened in surprise.

Although the presentation is not a five-star one, the color scheme is beautiful and looks very nutritious and appetizing.

Seeing that her craftsmanship was praised, Zhang Ma smiled modestly and said, "Madam, you just don't mind it."

Song Yu waved his hand, pulled up a chair and sat down, "If anything happens, don't call me Mrs., just call me Xiao Song."

She really wasn't used to the title 'Mrs. Tan'.

Song Yu didn't dare to eat more, fearing that he would have to go to the hospital due to indigestion. After eating briefly, he went back to the room.

She originally wanted to help Zhang Ma finish the washing, but she was declined.

After eating and drinking, it’s time to watch dramas, which is one of her few hobbies.

Ji Xifeng had insisted on teaching her how to play games before, but she just wasn't interested.

What's fun about the game if you can't play it.

Staring at the TV screen, Song Yu's eyelids became heavier and heavier, and he gradually lost consciousness.

By the time Tan Huairong returned home, she had completely fallen asleep.

Passing by Song Yu's room, Tan Huairong was attracted by the sound of the TV inside and looked over.

Unexpectedly, the door to the room was not closed, the TV series was still playing inside, and a certain little woman was already fast asleep.

Tan Huairong's mouth twitched, why do some women sleep in such an inelegant position?

One leg was hanging down beside the bed, and then his two hands were placed randomly, holding the remote control in his hand.

Tan Huairong took a deep breath and forced himself to leave, but turned back before taking two steps.

His obsessive-compulsive disorder prevents him from leaving like this!

After turning off the TV series, I found that the bed was really messy, and there were even half-eaten snacks.

Who has a stomachache if she doesn’t have a stomachache?

Tan Huairong glared at the little woman helplessly and carried her to the sofa first.

The pajamas slid down along the movement, and the collar was open.

As soon as Tan Huairong lowered his head, he saw waves that he shouldn't have seen.

After being messy in the wind for three seconds, he quickly helped her pull the collar, and then went to straighten the sheets.

After seeing that it was relatively flat, he tucked the little woman into the bed, turned around and returned to the opposite room.

The spring scenery he had just seen still appeared in his mind, and Tan Huairong, who had always had good self-control, began to breathe quickly.

Unexpectedly, I didn't notice it at ordinary times. It is indeed not small.

No, what is he thinking!

Tan Huairong really felt like he was going crazy, so he immediately went to the bathroom and took a cold shower.

He deeply wondered if he had been abstaining from sex for too long, and he actually reacted to a little brat.

That night, some people slept soundly, while others tossed and turned.

Since he went to bed early last night, Song Yu woke up very early.

Glancing at his cot, he immediately noticed that it had been moved.

"I guess Zhang Ma saw me leaving the TV on, so she came in to do it." Song Yu muttered and went to the bathroom to wash up.

It was still early and she planned to go for a morning jog first and then eat.

Wearing pink sportswear, Song Yu went downstairs humming a ditty.

Whoever thought about turning around saw Tan Huairong who was also jogging in the morning.

"Haha, morning, let's talk about ghosts." Song Yu greeted awkwardly.

Tan Huairong glanced at her, but his peripheral vision unconsciously moved to her chest.

Then he quickly changed his gaze, said yes and ran away first.

"Tch, he is such a turtle-haired man, pretending to be aloof early in the morning." Song Yu curled his lips and complained coldly.

She used to not believe that someone could talk so little that it was ridiculous, but since she met Tan Huairong, she has broken this perception.

After returning home, Zhang's mother had already come over to prepare breakfast.

A bowl of vegetable porridge and a hard-boiled egg.

Song Yu was covered in sweat and went to the bathroom to take a shower before coming out to eat.

Seeing Zhang's mother packing away an empty bowl, she couldn't help but ask, "Has Tan Huairong just eaten?"

"Yes, my husband told him to cook two meals if he is at home." Zhang Ma replied truthfully.