Mo Shiche closed his eyes, his Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and he indifferently commanded, "Send someone to pick her up, I want to see her in my sickroom in three hours."
"Yes, President Mo."
...
Luo Qiangwei was not surprised that Mo Shiche would have someone pick her up, and she didn't insist on staying either. Seeing that Muo Huangnian was still asleep, she left a few instructions with Ah Niu and then got into the car and left.
The sickroom.
Through the glass of the door, Luo Qiangwei could see Mo Shiche propped up in bed, wearing a gray sweater, with a laptop not meant for office work on his lap but instead covered with a thin wool blanket.
He was turned to the side, looking out the window. His profile was strikingly handsome, and his expressionless eyes had a slight hint of vacancy, as if he were pondering something.
This look... it really tugs at a woman's heartstrings.
Luo Qiangwei pushed the door open and walked in.