He looked at his phone screen again, but he couldn't see anything. He hurriedly said, "I dialed the wrong number."
After that, he immediately ended the call without waiting for the other party's response.
After the call ended, Tang Bao took a deep breath.
Why did he call Di Haotian's phone?
Tang Bao was so depressed.
He wanted to scold himself.
He could have called anyone else, but he had to call Di Haotian's phone.
There was nothing more unlucky than this.
Tang Bao continued to call. This time, he still didn't call the driver's phone. Instead, he called Wan Milai.
"Milai?"
"Yes, it's me. Is there a need to be so surprised?" Wan Milai asked, puzzled.
"It's fine if it's you. Call the driver and ask him to come and pick me up," Tang Bao said.
"You didn't call him?"
"Yes, but my phone screen was smashed. I can't see the words at all."
"Okay, I'll tell him."
In the castle.
Li En and Zhang Li didn't understand why Di Haotian's face was so cold when he came downstairs.
The winter outside wasn't as cold as the castle.
Who had provoked him?
"Brother Haotian, you're up? Zhang Li and I made breakfast today according to Brother Haotian's taste. "Lan Wanrou walked over and said happily.
Di Haotian looked ahead and asked, "How many days have you lived here?"
"Three days. Brother Haotian, what's wrong? "Lan Wanrou restrained the joy on his face and asked nervously.
"Ask the driver to send you back. In the future, you don't have to come to the castle without my permission. "After Di Haotian finished speaking, he didn't eat breakfast.
He just left.
Lan Wanrou's face suddenly turned pale.
Tang Bao walked out of the door. The driver was waiting.
She didn't even carry her backpack properly. Instead, she threw it over her shoulder like a loafer.
Actually, it was because she was sick. She didn't want to have to carry the child on her back, so she might as well just forget about it.
When they got into the car, Tang Bao leaned against the back seat, his head drooping weakly.
She suddenly felt that being sick had its benefits.
At least he didn't have the energy to think about anything else.
His worries were much lighter.
As soon as Tang Bao entered the company, he felt warm inside.
It was not because the villa was cold, but because she often forgot to turn on the heater. In addition, she was in a bad mood, so she simply felt cold.
When they entered the office, Wan Milai was cleaning.
"Don't tell me you're only cleaning up after I'm here?" Tang Bao glanced at her and asked.
"When do I not clean?" Wan Milai glared at her. Then, he saw the cell phone that Tang Bao had thrown on the table. He could not help but pick it up. "Oh my God, you're wasting your cell phone too much. Just how did he fall to end up like this? I can't believe it! "
Tang Bao's eyes flashed as he said, "He fell face first."
She did not forget the anger and grievance she felt that night, but now that she was sick, it was indeed much lighter.
She even thought it through. Since nothing could be changed, she would just live like this!
She didn't dare to provoke Di Haotian at all. He was like a devil.
She didn't want to harm the company and her friends.
Di Haotian was definitely capable of doing it.
There were so many people who wanted to be friends with Di Haotian, but they didn't know that the people he targeted were the most terrifying.
"Achoo —" Tang Bao sneezed without hiding it.
"What's wrong with you? Your nose is still red, "Wan Milai asked.
"I caught a cold."
"Have you taken medicine?"
"I don't want to."
"How can you not take it? Endure it? Although you'll slowly get better if you endure it, it's still uncomfortable to endure it! "
"I don't have anything else to do in the company today. I just want to drink as much water as I can. I want to get rid of all the germs in the day." Tang Bao leaned on the sofa and sniffed.
Wan Milai thought, 'You're talking as if you had other things to do in the company before.'
"I'll help you pour it."
"No need." Tang Bao stood up to get his cup. "Do what you need to do. Don't worry about me."
After saying that, he took out a tissue and wiped his nose hard.
Wan Milai looked at him in disgust. 'Damn, you don't even know how to control yourself.'
Tang Bao held the cup and walked to the pantry. He poured himself a cup of water and sat on the chair lazily.
"Good morning, CEO Tang."
Tang Bao looked up and saw Zhou Zhisen who came in and stood in front of the counter to make coffee.
Tang Bao knew that the coffee would smell good when it was made, although it didn't taste good.
But now, Tang Bao couldn't smell the coffee at all.
His nose was blocked.
She basically relied on her mouth to breathe now.
"CEO Tang, have you caught a cold?" Zhou Zhisen looked at Tang Bao and asked.
"You can tell?" Tang Bao asked.
"Your eyes are watery, your nose is red, and your eyes are weak."
As soon as Zhou Zhisen finished speaking, Tang Bao sneezed.
"Have you taken your medicine?"
Tang Bao pointed at the cup. "Medicine is 30% poisonous. It's healthier to drink water to kill bacteria."
"Is it because CEO Tang doesn't want to take medicine?" Zhou Zhisen asked.
"Are all lawyers so annoying? Why are you telling the truth? "Tang Bao glared at him.
"I'm Vice President Zhou now. Being a lawyer is just a side job."
"Tsk, Di Haotian actually allows you to earn extra money," Tang Bao said disdainfully.
"I have the ability to not affect my work." Zhou Zhisen smiled faintly.
"Then, have you and You Lianlian remarried?" Tang Bao asked.
"CEO Tang, it's good to drink more water. I'll go back to work." Zhou Zhisen left with the coffee.
Tang Bao snorted again.
It's not a big deal. Is there a need to hide it from me?
If I don't say it now, I'll continue to ask you the next time I see you.
During lunch, Tang Bao sat opposite Wan Milai.
The Wamillais were eaten with relish.
Tang Bao, on the other hand, had no appetite at all.
His eyes were still a little dull.
He asked, "Is it that good?"
"You'll know when you eat," Wan Milai said.
Tang Bao picked up a piece of meat and stuffed it into his mouth. After chewing and swallowing it, he didn't know what it tasted like.
Not only did his nose fail, but his taste buds also failed.
Tang Bao took out a piece of tissue and blew his nose hard.
"…" Wan Milai was so disgusted that he couldn't swallow the food in his mouth. "I say, are you deliberately not letting me eat properly?"
"I have a cold. Please understand."
Wan Milai kept his head down and ate quickly. He wanted to finish before Tang Bao blew his nose again.
Tang Bao blowing his nose was too earth-shattering.
Tang Bao couldn't taste it, but he couldn't not eat it. He stuffed all the meat into his stomach, ate two mouthfuls of rice, and drank two mouthfuls of soup.
"No, I have to go to the toilet." Tang Bao had too many things to do.
"I'm eating," Wan Milai reminded him.
"Is it my fault? I drank too much water. That's strange. I went to the toilet so many times in the morning. Why don't I feel better? "Tang Bao said doubtfully as he stood up and left.
"…" Wan Milai.
Tang Bao returned to his office after using the toilet. He picked up his cup and went to the pantry to get some water.
She didn't believe it.
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