I Deliver Food In a Lamborghini

Back in the dormitory, Nan Ge borrowed her roommate's mobile phone to call her brother.

"Brother woo woo, I lost my phone, I really lost it!"

"What should I do, Nan Zhe!"

"..."

Meanwhile, the UK.

As soon as Nan Zheren got off the plane, he received a call from Nan Ge before he left the airport.

Listening to the crying over there, Nan Zhe habitually moved the phone away from his ear, and he put the phone back to his ear when it became a little quieter there.

"Finished?"

"Ang." Nan Ge cried out.

"Find it if you lose it, and call me for such a crap? Nan Ge, are you a three-year-old?"

"Then what should I do? Otherwise, I will ask two tractors to push all the snow on the playground for you?"

It's a pity that someone's attention is so strange: "Can the tractor push snow?!"

"Hiss, maybe it can be refitted." After saying that, Nan Zhe took a deep breath and struggled to break away from her weird thinking, "This is not the key."

"You can lose your phone if you play in the snow, I beg you, can you take your brain with you when you go out in the future?"

——

After the plane landed smoothly, Special Assistant Yuan turned off the tablet, and followed the figure in front of her with Sister Miao Miao.

"Mr. Shen, are you really alright?"

"Otherwise, let's go to the hotel to rest first. You should be sleepy after taking the medicine."

"Need not."

When the man opened his mouth, his voice was slightly hoarse.

Special Assistant Yuan looked at him worriedly, hesitant to speak.

Shen Yanqing didn't go to the company early in the morning yesterday.

For so many years, although Shen Yanqing was not considered a workaholic in their eyes, he showed up at the company on time every day.

Usually he is late, there can only be one reason - sickness.

He doesn't live with his parents, and usually only his aunt at home will clean up on time.

So under normal circumstances, Shen Yanqing is the only one in his family.

So, their president's office started calling him one by one, but no one answered.

Later, he drove over to have a look, only to find that Shen Yanqing was really sick, with a bad cold and fever, and was lethargic.

After working with Shen Yanqing for so many years, the people in the president's office are all aware of Shen Yanqing's physical condition.

His resistance is average, like a weak scholar in ancient times.

I often catch a cold, and when the wind blows a little cold, I will have a fever, and I will have a stomachache if I miss a meal. I am allergic to alcohol, to peaches, and to pollen. In short, I am very delicate.

Very different from his usual self.

Their president's office couldn't help sighing in private: It's not easy for Shen Yanqing to live to this day.

He didn't know how he did this, so he could only call the family doctor to give Shen Yanqing an injection.

In the evening, when Shen Yanqing had recovered a bit, they boarded the plane non-stop and headed for England.

There is a tricky project here, and the other party keeps delaying it, so Shen Yanqing must come by himself.

Probably because of the tossing all the way, Shen Yanqing had a fever on the plane and just took medicine.

Shen Yanqing tilted his head and coughed twice, then reached out to him, "Where is my cell phone?"

"Oh, here it is." Yuan Tezhu hurriedly handed it over.

Because she was not feeling well, Shen Yanqing had been resting along the way, although she did not sleep soundly.

Probably because he didn't wake up, his face was a little pale, and the glasses couldn't cover the tiredness between his brows. His brows were furrowed, as if they hadn't been relaxed.

The phone was turned on, but people far away in the country did not reply to him.

He calculated the time difference carefully. At this time, she should be having lunch.

Didn't see your phone? Or are you angry?

He resisted the dizziness, slowed down and pressed the voice button, "I'm sorry, I didn't pay attention during the day yesterday—"

A familiar voice not far away interrupted him.

"Find it if you lose it, and call me for such a crap? Nan Ge, are you a three-year-old?"

The word "Nan Ge" seems to be a wonderful switch.

In an instant, a group of people headed by Shen Yanqing followed the voice line.

Nan Zhe hadn't noticed that seven or eight people not far behind him were looking at him, and he was still concentrating on talking on the phone with Nan Ge.

"Forget it, I'll go dig it in the snow." Nan Ge groaned over there, feeling extremely wronged.

With one hand on his hip, Nan Zhe said in a helpless tone, "Dig a fart, why don't you dig mines if you have the skills."

"I'll send you money now, you go out and buy one now, and make up the phone card by the way."

"But I lost my mobile phone, how can I collect it?" She couldn't receive the WeChat transfer.

Nan Zhe took a deep breath and shouted, "Bank card, bank card!"

"Ah, yes."

"That's enough." After a pause, Nan Zhe called him back worriedly: "Don't hang up yet."

"What?" Nan Ge asked.

"Don't go out alone, ask your roommate to accompany you. If you have any questions, you can borrow your mobile phone and call me as soon as possible."

"I'll give you some extra money, just at this time in China, have a meal with your roommate."

"Don't wander around after eating, go back and review quickly."

"Understand?"

Nan Ge wrote down one by one, "Understood!"

"Also, take a taxi."

"OK!" Nan Ge burst into tears of gratitude, "Brother, you are so sweet, I love you!"

"I love a hammer, hang up!"

——

After hanging up the phone, Nanzhe immediately called Nangekali 20,000.

After a few seconds, he calculated the time and wondered if his parents gave Nan Ge pocket money this month.

He was afraid that she would starve to death, so he beat her another 20,000 yuan.

Although it is true to dislike her, she is her own sister after all, so she should feel sorry for her.

Nan Geren was a bit stupid, but it's not her fault.

Probably when my mother gave birth to him, she gave him all the excellent genes. So when we got to Nange, there was no fart left.

After typing the money, Nan Zhe put away the phone.

As soon as he turned around, the smile on his face froze.

A few pairs of eyes were staring at him behind him, and the leader looked closely, and seemed familiar...

But he didn't remember it for a moment.

"Is there something wrong?"

Nan Zhe narrowed his eyes, raised his eyebrows and asked.

Shen Yanqing, who was sick, was a little dull. When he came back to his senses, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he shook his head with a smile: "It's okay, I'm sorry."

Special Assistant Yuan also smiled apologetically and said a few nice words.

Nan Zhe didn't say anything.

Before leaving, he took another look at Shen Yanqing.

After the person disappeared from sight, Special Assistant Yuan asked, "Mr. Shen, who is that? Know Nan Ge? His tone is so fierce..."

Hearing what the other party said just now, it seems that he is very familiar with Nan Ge.

But he wasn't sure if the Nan Ge the other party was talking about was Mr. Shen's Nan Ge.

Shen Yanqing curled up his hands in his pockets, his eyes flashed under the lens, he thought about it for a few seconds, as if he was thinking about how to introduce the other party.

Unfortunately, after deliberating for a long time, the words still came to his lips: "Nan Ge's boyfriend."

[Brother has a knife mouth and a tofu heart, but I am still very good! Because my parents were very busy when I was young, my elder brother took care of Nan Ge, so Nan Ge would be more dependent on his elder brother, and would subconsciously call his elder brother if there was any problem]

Vote for recommendation, brother Meng, don’t force me to kneel down and beg you @_@