After wearing the book, I took the heroine script

Chapter 19

Originally, with the joining of tree, it was rare for Duan Han to get off work steadily. As a result, Jiang Miao and him mentioned the matter of resigning, and Boss Duan became a work schedule that did not stay at home until nine o'clock every day.

The others are fine, they are not Duan Han's direct subordinates anyway, as long as they are not in the same office, as long as their ministers and team leaders are off duty, they can also go to check in with them.But the special assistant to the president is miserable, because of the design of this building, if the special assistant wants to get off work, he must walk through the shutters of the president's office, which is equivalent to running in front of Duan Han openly.

Duan is always a person who doesn't like to draw the curtains. He always feels that if he doesn't draw the curtains, his every move will be seen by others. This vague sense of uneasiness can motivate him to devote himself to work, and it can also motivate other people on the same office floor. staff.

Just a while ago, Mr. Duan suddenly changed his mind, the curtains were drawn tightly, and he got off work every day, and he didn't need special help to order takeaway and iron his suits.They also discussed in private whether the boss had a lover, maybe they were texting and chatting when they pulled up the curtains.

A few people chatted and imagined Duan Han holding WeChat with both hands and typing, with gentle eyes and a slight smile at the corner of his mouth...

Excuse me, can't imagine it at all.

As long as Mr. Duan lives a regular life, it is tantamount to reducing the burden on the special assistant. Unexpectedly, after a few days, Mr. Duan returned to his original autistic state.At the beginning, the special assistant joked with everyone, which little fairy who has practiced for a thousand years is so powerful, and can remotely control the blinds of the boss's office.

As a result, after working overtime for half a month, the special assistant couldn't laugh anymore.

At 08:30 that night, Duan Han was reading last month's report, and the KPI of their flagship game had dropped a lot.He frowned, picked up the phone and called the special assistant's internal line, and asked her to take out all the planning proposals that were drafted last month, and to sort out a player's feedback survey before noon tomorrow.

The special assistant choked speechlessly, "...OK."

After finding all the information, the special assistant knocked on the door twice, and when he walked in, the high-heeled shoes rattled, very crisp.As the materials were put on the table by the assistant, a fresh smell wafted through the air.

Duan Han's hand that was looking at the information suddenly stopped, and he raised his head to glance at the special assistant.

His special assistant is young and beautiful. Although this is easily misunderstood, she is actually very capable and low-key. As long as the boss does not make excessive demands, she can complete the task within the stipulated time.

However, today the special assistant is wearing high heels that he seldom wears, and an off-white skirt. His hair seems to be different from usual, it seems to be curled, and he wears a delicate female watch on his wrist.

Duan Han was thoughtful, and suddenly asked: "Darjeeling tea?"

Special Assistant: "?"

She was a little confused, but after a while, she realized that what the boss said seemed to be the perfume she was wearing, so she nodded quickly, "It's Darjeeling tea."

The special assistant hesitated for a moment, "Mr. Duan...do you not like perfume?"

Due to work reasons, sometimes when I go to a business party with Mr. Duan, I just fall into a large perfumery.There are also many dandies in the circle who wear men's perfume, but she has never smelled it on Mr. Duan.

It stands to reason that Mr. Duan should not be very sensitive to these things, why can he suddenly smell her body...

"No." Duan Han lowered his eyes and asked bluntly, "Do you have a date today?"

"...Ah," the first time the boss asked about his private life, the special assistant blushed and felt a little uneasy, "Yes. But I will finish my work before leaving, don't worry."

"No need." Duan Han closed the folder and interrupted her, "You can leave now."

Special Assistant: "???"

Wouldn't that just fire her? ?

Maybe because he saw her question, Duan Han rarely said with a smile, "You can leave when the time comes, and you don't have to work overtime with me. Your overtime wages accumulated over a year may be enough to cover the down payment. Save me some money."

The special assistant also laughed, a little embarrassed, "Boss, I'd better accompany you, it's okay to let him wait for a while, and it's okay to not charge overtime."

But Duan Han still rejected her.

At night, a girl who works overtime with an unmarried male boss is already easy to be gossiped about. If the boyfriend of the special assistant is willing to trust her, then he, the boss, should also be more sensible.

The special assistant left, but there was still a faint smell of Darjeeling tea in the air.

Duan Han was sitting in the office holding a slightly cool teacup and was lost in thought. The window of the office was half opened, and the night wind brought in a slight sound of wheels slipping.He couldn't help going out of the floor-to-ceiling windows to see that a small white Audi was driving quickly downstairs of the company. The boy parked the car, opened the car door and walked to the passenger seat to wait for his girlfriend. help meet.

It was a cool night, and the special assistant was wearing a thin windbreaker. As soon as he saw his little boyfriend, he ran over immediately, his high heels making a rattling sound on the ground.

The two of them didn't know what to say, the boy suddenly raised his head.

On the tall building, Duan Han stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, with one hand in his suit trousers pocket, and the other holding a cold teacup.

Duan Han's expression was very calm, and he made a gesture of cheering.

The young man smiled, opened the car door for his girlfriend, and the two drove away from the company on a colorful neon road.

Duan Han watched the small Audi gradually disappearing, and sighed silently.

"Ding."

The phone rang on the desktop, and he glanced at it. It was a WeChat message from Ms. Xu.

It said that his father's blood pressure suddenly rose today. It may be that he has been under a lot of work pressure recently, and it is very uncomfortable to lie at home now. Let him come over now.

Duan Han looked at it and frowned slightly.

Even if Ms. Xu wanted him to go home, she would not use this excuse of illness to call him back. Ninety percent of the time his father was really in poor health.

Without any further hesitation, he turned off the computer, packed up his things, and immediately drove to his hometown.

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Although Duan Han said that he moved out of his hometown to live alone, in fact, both of them are in the same city, and they can get there in three to 10 minutes under normal traffic conditions.

When he was about to move out a few years ago, he had already booked a work place and a rented house in City B, but Ms. Xu disagreed with her life and death. The distance of three to ten minutes was the result of two people pushing and pulling.

Duan Han's driving skills are not bad, and he was concerned about his father's health, so he only drove for 10 minutes for the 10-minute drive.

When I returned to my hometown villa, the house was brightly lit.

As soon as he opened the door, Ms. Xu sat on the sofa in her pajamas and waited for him with a cup of black tea in her hand.

After hearing the sound, his mother glanced at him, "Are you back?"

"Yeah." Seeing that she still had time to drink tea, Duan Han frowned, took off his coat and handed it to the housekeeper standing beside him, "Where's my dad?"

"Lie on the bed and rest." Ms. Xu put down her teacup, patted the seat beside her, "Come and sit."

Duan Han stood there with a sullen face, motionless.

"What's wrong? Do you think I lied to you?"

Ms. Xu got angry when she saw his deep look, but then she thought that Duan Han hadn't been home for several months, and it was rare to see him, so she didn't want to be too embarrassing.

Looking back at this silly child rushing home again in the middle of the night, she was not happy, and neither was the child's father.

She had no choice but to say, "If you don't believe me, just ask if the doctor came today. The medicine your dad took is still on the bedside!"

A while after she finished saying this, Duan Han seemed to let go of his guard, and sat down without saying a word.

But instead of sitting on the side with her, he sat on the sofa seat separated by a glass coffee table.

Ms. Xu's face immediately darkened.

Duan Hanquan pretended not to see it, "What's going on?"

His father was overworked when he was young, and there was no such thing as eating healthily at that time. The busier he was, the better he was eating. As a result, he suffered from high blood pressure and high blood fat in middle age, and had to take medicine every day. Maintain blood pressure.

"What else can happen." Ms. Xu said unhappily, "For that piece of land, I worked overtime for half a month. I told him not to be so tired and he didn't listen. I don't know if the medicine is good. Eat. I kept complaining about dizziness when I was having dinner tonight. I quickly asked him to lie down and took a few pills, and then invited Dr. Zhao to come over and take a measurement. His blood pressure was a bit high. He was restless when he was sick, and I just said Go to bed early and go to work early tomorrow. It seems like I don’t know how old I am, but I’m still 20 years old.”

Her words were full of stings and hints, but Duan Han turned a deaf ear to them and skipped them, "Where's Dr. Zhao?"

"I'm reading the medical records in the study. Wait until ten o'clock to measure the blood pressure to see if it has stabilized. If not, I can only go to the hospital." Ms. Xu said, "I have to go to the hospital at night, isn't it a crime..."

Before she finished speaking, Duan Han got up and went upstairs.

"Huh? I haven't finished talking yet!"

Ms. Xu looked dissatisfied, but it was useless, three steps and two steps, Duan Han's back had disappeared around the corner of the stairs.

"Ma'am," the butler stood aside, seeing everything in his eyes, and persuaded helplessly, "Master, you will come back after a long time, so why do you bother?"

"What's the matter with me?" Ms. Xu frowned, feeling unhappy, "His father came back to take a look when he was sick, and usually he didn't make a phone call at home. This is because there is an extra piece of paper in the household registration book, otherwise I will I really thought I didn't have this son!"

"It's weird, as soon as I came back, I just pulled my face, as if someone owed him millions." The more she thought about it, the more angry she became, "I, a mother, did something wrong? It's really...how cute when I was a child." , how did you grow up and become like this?"

The butler subconsciously glanced at the stairs, guessing that the young master was not there, so he sighed quietly.

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In the study, Dr. Zhao was reviewing the medical records. He was very happy to see him walk in, "Duan Han? Why are you here so late?"

"My mother called me." Duan covered it vaguely, and asked again, "Is nothing wrong with my father?"

Zhao Yuan was his high school classmate, and the two of them didn't have much contact with each other.It wasn't until Duan Han met Zhao Yuan when he was hospitalized with his father in the hospital, and was called to stop him that he found out that his classmate had become a famous doctor in the cardiovascular department.

Zhao Yuan's family is a family of doctors. His grandfather and grandparents were the first batch of intellectuals to study abroad. His father is one of the top surgeons in China.My uncle is still the vice president of the Municipal People's Hospital, and it is said that he will be rectified in a few years.

Bringing out the family history can shock a lot of people.

Because of this, Duan Hancai had a few friendships with Zhao Yuan, and then hired him to be his father's personal doctor.

Zhao Yuan said: "Uncle is fine, but the blood pressure is a bit high, which should be caused by being too tired recently. Pay attention to rest."

"It's fine," Duan Han breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you, I'll make this trip at night."

"They're all classmates, why are you being polite?"

Under the illumination of the light, the smile on the corner of Zhao Yuan's mouth became more gentle, "But although my uncle has no major physical problems, there are still some minor problems..."

"Ding."

"Sorry." Duan Han interrupted him subconsciously, and looked down, and saw a short voice from Jiang Miao, which lasted only three seconds.

He hesitated for half a second, but still gestured to Zhao Yuan, "Wait a moment."

"it is good."

Zhao Yuan nodded in understanding.

Duan Han clicked on the voice, and inadvertently adjusted the volume button to medium, and Jiang Miao's voice came out clearly from the loudspeaker, "Brother Duan, when are you coming back? It's almost ten o'clock."

The voice was a little nasal and sleepy, and it sounded like she was being coquettish.