Chapter 4 — Going on a blind date and bumping into the General Boss

Because I was so emotional, I accidentally yanked the needle in my hand, and a sharp pain immediately came. A long, white hand immediately pressed on my wrist, his voice was cold and low: "Don't move nonsense." I was immediately as obedient as a cat, nodding quickly like a chicken pecking rice. Diem Thoi sat down next to the bed, looked at me again for a moment, then frowned slightly, his voice both reluctant and a little funny: "Normally at the company you don't look this stupid."??? Who are you calling stupid?! I endured and endured again, finally mumbling: "I'm sick." Diem Thoi's action of pouring water paused for a second, I immediately closed my mouth, as if I had never said anything, only secretly glanced at the corner of his mouth slightly raised. I must have looked miserable, so this time he didn't care and handed me the glass of water. I quickly took it: "Thank you, Director Diem." The finger accidentally touched his hand, cold and cold, but it made me feel... a little hot. The aunt next to her laughed meaningfully: "Just married? A young couple must have some love, right?" I almost choked on water and coughed like I was about to stop breathing. A hand gently but firmly patted my back, each steady pat helping me breathe easier. I raised my teary eyes to look at Diem Thoi. Diem Thoi glanced at me, his eyes clearly saying: don't say another word. Two hours later, after the infusion, Diem Thoi took me—a half-dead, half-dead invalid—home. The whole way I didn't dare say anything, I just silently looked out the window, screaming in my heart: I'll probably lose all my dignity today. I intend to explain it clearly to you, but now I don't dare open my mouth. People have just been helping me all day. If I open my mouth and say it out loud now, wouldn't it be "over the bridge?" Impossible! Definitely not! "You still look pale, are you sure you're okay?" Before getting out of the car, Diem Thoi looked at me and asked one more question. I opened the door and nodded repeatedly: "It's okay, it's okay! I'm physically very—Ah!" As soon as my feet hit the ground, my knees softened and I almost knelt on the spot. Inwardly cursing the group of inhumane gastritis bacteria, on the outside he still tried to act resilient, holding tightly to the car door to steady himself. At that moment, I heard the car door on the other side open. Diem Thoi came around. As soon as I raised my head to say something, my waist was suddenly tightened and my body was immediately lifted up. Diem Thoi picked me up. A layer of clothing away, I could still clearly feel his strong muscles and the hot temperature coming from his body. A low, cold voice rang in my ear, like the wind passing by: "Which floor?" 7 My heart suddenly pounded like a war drum, panicking and avoiding Diem Thoi's eyes. "Seventh floor." He carried me and walked into the elevator, fortunately it was late and there was no one inside. But that's why, the quieter the space, the more tense it makes people suffocate. The elevator compartment was silent, there were only the two of us, I could even hear the steady heartbeat resounding from his chest. Many times I wanted to find an excuse to go down first, but my throat felt blocked and I couldn't speak. Time passed both slowly and frighteningly fast. Before I could even think about how to open my mouth, the elevator door dinged and opened. Diem Thoi bowed his head and looked at me, not saying a word. I immediately flashed my spiritual light: "Right, 703." I rented a one-bedroom apartment. As soon as the door opened, a white shadow rushed straight in. "Woof!"Phat Tai! I finally regained my composure and frantically tried to jump off Diem Thoi's body, but as soon as my feet touched the ground, I staggered, but he pulled me back. "T-really thank you, Director Diem!" I just wished I couldn't bend over.

Ninety degrees bowed three times in thanks. "Are you sure you don't need to go to the hospital anymore?" Diem Thoi glanced at me, his tone a bit skeptical. "No need, I'll be fine after a nap!" In the middle of the night, keeping my boss at my house, why does it still sound strange? "Ah, Director Diem, do you... want me to drop you off?" Diem Thoi looked at me, his expression unclear. Me: “……” Thinking back to what I just asked, I just wanted to bite my tongue and do it myself. “What are you so nervous about?” Diem Thoi suddenly asked. Who... who is nervous! I was like a hedgehog with spikes, about to refute, but in the end I could only laugh dryly: "He he, I'm just kidding, mainly because I've been bothering you all day, I don't dare to hold back anymore..." Diem Thoi didn't seem to care about these small things, after all, it was late. But at that moment, Phat Tai suddenly rushed forward, biting his pant leg, terrifyingly enthusiastic, refusing to let go. Diem Thoi lowered his head to look, then slowly raised his eyes, his eyes lingering on me for a few seconds. I quickly rushed forward to pull Phat Tai: "Phat Tai! Phat Tai! Let go! Do you hear me?" But probably because he came home late tonight and hadn't taken him out yet, Phat Tai was so excited, he clung to Diem Thoi like glue to an elephant, unable to pull him out no matter what. It was so big, I couldn't pull it, so I helplessly called out: "Ninh Phat Tai! Do you know how expensive those pants are? I can't pay for them ah ah—oh mom!"Phat Tai suddenly let go, I didn't have time to react, I almost fell on my face. I staggered a few steps, then quickly held Phat Tai tightly, looking worriedly at... Diem Thoi's pants leg. If I sell this tailored Armani suit, both Phat Tai and I probably won't have enough money to compensate. Luckily... aside from a few wrinkles and faint tooth marks, it wasn't torn. I breathed a sigh of relief: "So lucky, so lucky..." A cold gaze swept over. Diem Thoi asked in an expressionless voice: "How lucky?" As soon as I touched that look, I knew I said the wrong thing again. "Director Diem, are you okay?" I clearly remember that Phat Tai hadn't bitten the flesh just now, but looking at his reaction... My heart seemed to hang in the air: "Director Diem, have you... been bitten? Or should I take you to get vaccinated—" Bang. The answer was a cold back and a door slamming shut. “……”