My Dragon

𝕮⃟Hapter 9

𝕮⃟𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 9

𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘：My Dragon
𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥：我的龙 (Butterfly Mage)

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Once again, Nan HuaiLin woke up in the hospital.

Ruan Xin was by his side and when he woke up, he asked, “How do you feel? Are you feeling better?”

“Assistant Ruan?” Nan HuaiLin’s voice was muffled as he sat up on his bed, “What are you… doing?”

Ruan Xin briefly told him what had happened, and finally said with reproach, “Why didn’t you say anything when you were sick? Thanks to Hannibal’s wisdom you’re okay, but if you had waited until Mr. Fei came home from work, your brain would have been burnt.”

Nan HuaiLin apologized profusely, “I’m so sorry to bother you.”

Ruan Xin sighed, “You should rest for a few days, and go back to work when you are well.”

Nan HuaiLin said, “No, no, I’ve always been in good health. I’m sure I’ll be fine tomorrow.”

Ruan Xin said, “Tomorrow is Saturday, and Mr. Fei is usually home on weekends, so housekeeping doesn’t need to come to the house.”

Nan HuaiLin was slightly relieved and said with a smile, “I was so confused, I didn’t even know what day of the week it was. I’m glad you reminded me, otherwise I would be in trouble if I went to Mr. Fei’s house tomorrow.”

Ruan Xin said, “I have to hurry back to the office. You can ask your friend to come over to keep you company.”

“Okay,” Nan HuaiLin was grateful and sorry. “Thank you, Assistant Ruan.”

Ruan Xin smiled at him. “Get well soon. I’m leaving.”

Nan HuaiLin felt that Ruan Xin’s smile was like an angel’s, especially healing, and he was almost charmed. He wanted to be like Ruan Xin, good-looking, talented, and with a superb personality; just perfect.

Ruan Xin drove back to the office, and met Shen Chong in the elevator.

“Assistant Ruan, did you go to the hospital?” Shen Chong asked.

“How did you know?” Ruan Xin was surprised.

“You smell like sterile solution.” Shen Chong said.

Ruan Xin lifted his arm and smelled it, smiled, and said, “You have a good nose.”

“I’m very sensitive to the smell of disinfectant.” Shen Chong said, and then asked, “What’s wrong with you?”

“It’s not me, it’s–” Ruan Xin paused, deliberating his words, “a friend.”

Shen Chong raised an eyebrow and smiled, “It’s not a boyfriend, is it?”

Ruan Xin said, “A male friend.”

Shen Chong asked again, “Do I know him?”

Ruan Xin laughed, “Why are you so nosy? Like paparazzi.”

Shen Chong said, “Only with you, beauty Ruan, do I gossip. If it were anyone else, I would not bother to ask. Who is it that you are hiding?”

Ruan Xin was silent for a short while and said, “Nan HuaiLin, our company’s artist. Do you know him?”

Shen Chong was surprised. “Holy shit, what’s wrong with him this time?”

“This time?” Ruan Xin was a bit startled. “It seems that you not only know each other, but also seem to have some friendship, huh?”