Lan Ruoqing said without showing any weakness, Wei Zizhen, you want to exploit labor, do you think this is the era of slaves!

Wei Zizhen looked at her with evil eyes, and reached out and took her into her arms. [】

A gentle voice said with a teasing voice, I am... I want to let you be my slave!

The hand was already attached to the plumpness on her chest.

Lan Ruoqing slapped Wei Zizhen in the face, and I only promised to be your secretary, not your doll! You pervert!

The slap was extremely crisp, and then Wei Zizhen slapped her in the face again. The laptop on the table and the pile of files like hills fell to the ground.

Lan Ruoqing was already pressed by him on the desk. His hands had taken off Lan Ruoqing's clothes in full swing. Pink underwear and underwear of the same color were plump, white and textured.

His hands were teasing up and down to cause fire, and exhaled gently in Lan Ruoqing's ears. He knew that her weakness was on her ears, so his clever tongue licked her ears.

Lan Ruoqing cursed loudly, you bastard let me go, I'm just here to be the secretary!

Originally, this was a game. Wei Zizhen asked her to sign a labor contract that was like selling a contract. How could she just let her do slideshows and make coffee?

Wei Zizhen pulled his hand hard, and the plumpness on her chest jumped out of her underwear.

The palm had already clasped the plump that jumped out tightly in the palm. Lan Ruoqing suddenly shouted, "I have a stomachache, please let me go!"

Her face suddenly turned pale and her stomach surging. Wei Zizhen thought she was trying to find a reason to escape again, but when she saw that her rosy face was pale and her forehead was constantly covered with sweat.

His facial features were tightly twisted together. Wei Zizhen hurriedly picked her up, wrapped her around in a suit, rushed out of the presidential office, shouted at the secretary-general office, and immediately asked the car to wait underneath.

After they got off the elevator, an extended version of Rolls-Royce was already waiting outside the secret passage at the back door of the company.

Wei Zizhen acted low-key. Even in the company, except for a few senior executives who had seen him, few employees recognized him.

Lan Ruoqing curled into pain in his arms, and her mouth was screaming in pain intermittently...

Wei Zizhen took her to the car, wrapped her suit, and then arrived at the hospital in a while. Although his voice was still heavy, it was obviously much gentler.

Lan Ruoqing's head was resting on his knees. It happened to be the rush hour. The cars on the road were very congested. They drove an extended version of the car, so naturally they were out of touch on the road.

The driver called and soon he called the 7e police to clear the passageway. They were like privileged cars.

Seeing that she was in great pain, Wei Zizhen's hand wiped the beads of sweat from time to time on her forehead, and ordered the driver coldly to drive faster.

He comforted Lan Ruoqing and said, "You can endure it for a while and it will be here soon."

The first time, Lan Ruoqing felt that Wei Zizhen was not that annoying. When she arrived at the VIP room of the top luxury hospital in the city, the nurse injected her with the guidance of a doctor, and she gradually felt that it was not so painful.

After a series of examination reports, the doctor told Wei Zizhen that she had weak spleen and stomach, and had a fever and irregular diet, which caused acute gastritis.

Wei Zizhen's face was tense. Is there anything wrong?

The doctor said that as long as the drug is injected with acute gastritis, it will gradually relieve it. However, the problem with her spleen and stomach is that a chronic disease needs to be treated slowly to cure it.
Chapter completed!