Ding Rongrong has done something bad, and the person who was harmed by her is being treated inside.

She didn't know much about medicine. She didn't know if there was any difference between taking laxative and eating bad things. If her trickwas revealed by that beautiful Doctor Meng, perhaps Zhou Meimei would rush out at any moment and point at her nose and ask, "Ding Rongrong! What the hell do you want to do?"

A cold sweat broke out in her palms, and she kept taking tissues to wipe her hands.

However, after waiting for a while, there was no movement from the living room. Ding Rongrong’s heart gradually relaxed, and then she began to look down on herself, "What are you afraid of?" If he indeed discovered, I could simply pack up my belongings and leave. It was just laxative, and it wouldn't kill anyone!

About an hour later, the door opened. Zhou Meimei accompanied Doctor Meng out and escorted the beautiful doctor into the elevator. Then, she turned around and walked towards Ding Rongrong.

Ding Rongrong stood up holding on the office desk and pretended to be calm as she asked, "Director Zhou, what did the doctor say? Is Mr. Ming's body alright?"

Zhou Meimei replied with a relaxed expression, nodding her head. "Doctor Meng said that the president only ate bad food and was fine. Doctor Meng gave him an injection and prescribed some medicine. However, I might have to trouble you. Please take care of him. Doctor Meng said that he can't eat anything else and can only drink porridge today. Please go cook porridge now. I'll take care all of the work here."

"… Alright." Ding Rongrong realized that her primary responsibility as the secretary of the CEO was to take care of the CEO's life. Those jobs that really needed the secretary of the CEOwere ranked behind the role of a babysitter.

Although she was depressed, she had no choice but to leave the office and enter the living room.

She walked to the kitchen and was about to wash the rice and boil the porridge when she heard Ming Junmo's call from the bedroom, "Ding Rongrong, bring me a glass of water."

Ding Rongrong made a face at the bedroom door, went into the kitchen to get a cup, poured a glass of white water and sent it to the bedroom.

As soon as she opened the door, she saw Ming Junmo half-leaning against the bed, with a blanket of blue and silver strips on his body, a laptop on his lap, and slender fingers rapidly typing on the keyboard.

Ding Rongrong originally thought that he was killing time, but when she walked over to deliver the water, she glanced at the screen. He was actually working.

"Mr. Ming, you're sick. Why don't you have a rest? You can do your work tomorrow." She pretended to show her concern.

Ming Jjunmo did not raise his head. He only took a sip of water and handed it back to her, "There are other things tomorrow. I hate to pile up my work together. When the time comes, I will be in a hurry and have no time to think. Under such a circumstance, it will be easy for me to make mistakes in my decision-making."

Ding Rongrong secretly made an expression of disapproval. This kind of words came from a playboy's Mouth! Unbelievable!

Ming Junmo continued to work. Ding Rongrong put the water cup on the cabinet at the bedside and turned around to cook porridge in the kitchen.

Half an hour later, the porridge was cooked. Ding Rongrong opened the electric cooker and waited for the porridge to cool to a suitable temperature. She filled a bowl and sent it to the bedroom.

Ming Junmo was still at work. He took the porridge she handed him and suddenly remembered something. "You haven’t had lunch, dhave you? Why don't we eat together?"

Ding Rongrong was so starving. Hearing Ming Junmo's words, she said, "I'll go to the kitchen to eat some, Mr. MingIif you need anything, just call me."

"Bring it here. Two people eating together can be fun. I just ate something bad. It's not contagious." Ming Junmo looked at her with a smile. Although his expression wasn't too good, his eyes were very bright.