Jiang Nan had no idea what he was thinking. Wearing a mask and hat, she pressed her hair down and hurried into the pharmacy.
There weren't many people in the pharmacy, and Jiang Nan had no time to pay attention to others. She walked all the way to the ointment section, looked around for a long time, and still didn't know which one to buy.
An elderly man in a wrinkled white coat walked over. "Young man, what are you buying?"
Jiang Nan was wearing a mask, so his voice was a little muffled. He tried to speak softly, "Do you have anything that can reduce swelling?"
The old man said casually, "What? To reduce swelling? To reduce swelling in which area?"
Damn it.
Do you have to speak so loudly???
Jiang Nan's face turned bright red, a suffocating embarrassment welling up inside her, and several people around her cast ambiguous glances at her.
He cracked his knuckles and said, "... just... just that kind of place."
The old man clicked his tongue. "How did it get so swollen?"
Jiang Nan: "... Can I not tell you?"
The old man was unyielding. "No."
Jiang Nan's temper flared up too, "I just came to buy some medicine to reduce the swelling, why do you have to ask me why it's swollen?"
grandfather. "..."
He casually pulled out a tube of ointment, thought for a moment, then took out another one. "Here you go."
Jiang Nan silently took the two vials of medicine to the cashier, paid, and then returned to his car.
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Back home, looking at the familiar and welcoming decor, Jiang Nan finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He changed his shoes at the entrance, placed his suitcase there, and then put the medicine he had just bought on top of it.
He went straight to the kitchen, and when he opened the refrigerator, it was full of his favorite yogurt.
Jiang Nan was deeply moved. She found Uncle He He's WeChat and sent him a voice message.
"Uncle, you're so good to me."
Uncle He is a typical internet surfing expert, wearing reading glasses and never missing any gossip.
He replied instantly, "What's wrong?"
Jiang Nan took out a carton of yogurt, tore open the lid, and took a big, enthusiastic gulp.
After being satisfied, he sent a voice message back to Uncle He.
I saw the yogurt in the fridge.
Uncle He said, "That wasn't my arrangement; it was the young master who said it."
A moment later, Uncle He sent another message.
"Hehe, young mistress, you should thank the young master properly."
Jiang Nan sat on the soft sofa and nodded seriously.
After exiting the chat with Uncle He, I scrolled through my contacts and found the chat box with the word "Hmm" and clicked on it.
Jiang Nan crossed his legs, with the premium Fruit Fifteen ProMax bottle resting on his knee. He pondered for a moment, finished a bottle of yogurt, and then decided what to post.
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The top floor of the Fu Group.
The project team leaders stood in front of their desks, barely daring to breathe.
Fu Jingzhou had just gotten off the plane not long ago. He wasn't wearing a suit; he had been wearing a trench coat, which he had casually tossed onto the sofa when he came in.
At that moment, he was wearing a thin white sweater and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses clipped to his nose, giving him a somewhat suave and roguish look.
He flipped through the project proposal submitted by the project team, his expression unchanged, but the atmosphere grew increasingly tense.
The managers were all adept at reading people, so they naturally knew that their big boss was disgusted by their awful proposal.
Half a minute later, Fu Jingzhou leaned back lazily in his chair and tossed the proposal onto the table.
"Please explain."
The eldest person in charge asked cautiously, "Explain what?"
Fu Jingzhou said calmly, "Explain why the company pays you such high salaries, yet you always seem to create such garbage for me to see?"
His sharp tongue is known to everyone in the company.
The person in charge hesitated for a moment, then said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Fu, we'll work overtime to finish the revisions immediately."
Just as Fu Jingzhou was about to nod, his phone suddenly rang.
Just when everyone thought he wouldn't interfere, the young master simply reached out and picked up his phone.
When I turned on my phone, my mood seemed to improve considerably.
So, which kind angel saved their lives?
Fu Jingzhou opened WeChat and casually glanced at Jiang Nan's messages.
Stirring Shit When It Hits: [ Zhouzhou, I think I have ADHD.]
Recalling what the bodyguard had just told him—that Jiang Nan had gone to the pharmacy— Fu Jingzhou frowned slightly and straightened up.
The other managers became anxious again because of his action, fearing they would have to stay up all night to work overtime in this prime location.
Fu Jingzhou had no time to pay attention to them; all his thoughts were on Jiang Nan.
He was absolutely convinced that Jiang Nan had ADHD.
After all, this guy is always talking non-stop, he can talk even more than a loudspeaker, his mouth never stops.
Hmm: [It's okay, I'll go see Shangguan Feng tonight. If he's sick, he'll get treatment. Don't worry.]
Upon seeing the message, Jiang Nan took a deep breath, feeling somewhat moved.
So he typed quickly.
On the other side, Fu Jingzhou looked at the "typing is in progress" message above the chat box, rubbed his temples, and was about to go back to take him to see a doctor when he saw that Jiang Nan had sent another message.
"Stirring Shit When It Hits": [I must have ADHD, otherwise why would my heart pound so hard just thinking about you?]
Fu Jingzhou: "..."
He remained silent for a full half minute.
Finally, the corners of his lips couldn't help but curve into a smile.
Sensing that he was in a good mood, one of the managers clenched his fist, covered his lips, and coughed softly.
Fu Jingzhou gave him a cold look, then said, "Get out. Give me the proposal tomorrow night."
If it's submitted tomorrow night, it means I have a whole day to work on it, so I don't need to work overtime tonight.
The managers left in high spirits.
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Building 6, Jinghe Garden.
After Jiang Nan finished chatting with Fu Jingzhou, she received a call from Song Zhusheng.
"Honey, why did you decide to call me?" Jiang Nan asked casually.
Song Zhusheng is an Omega, and at first he was mindful of the difference between AO and Omega, so he wasn't used to Jiang Nan calling him "baby".
It was later discovered that Jiang Nan called everyone "baby," and this "baby" was no different from "dear" or "sister."
If I had to find a difference, it would be that it has more words.
Song Zhusheng lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "I have some gossip to tell you."
Jiang Nan became interested. "What gossip?"
Do you know Shen Anbai?
Jiang Nan's lips twitched; she really couldn't understand why Song Zhusheng would ask such a question.
"Brother, I've been on three shows with him already, what do you think?"
Song Zhusheng coughed. "I heard he's going to be on a dating reality show."
Jiang Nan's expression was nothing short of magical. "Huh?"
Song Zhusheng, "Wasn't he photographed in Switzerland that day? He's simply planning to go public and appear on a dating reality show with his lover."
"Help!" Jiang Nan scratched her little pink hair. " Sister Xia just got me a job as an observer on a dating reality show. Is it going to be the same show again?"