Finally, the female doctor paused at his eyes, her tone serious and earnest: "A bit."
"..." Jesse Rowan rolled his eyes at her, "Damn, everyone’s here to bully ."
If she wasn’t a woman, he’d have punched her.
Sylvan Cheney bullied him, Joan Harry bullied him, Liamly Finley bullied him, and now a random female doctor is bullying him!
"I’m serious." The female doctor looked stern, "No intimacy for a month, and be very careful for two months. Otherwise, if it leaves a chronic issue, it’ll be harmful to the woman’s body. n need to be more considerate of won, can’t be just thinking about their own pleasure."
"Nagging again? I get it!"
"Oh!"
Jesse Rowan hated these preachy bookworms, and said flatly: "Take good care of her, use the best dication, and hire a carer."
After speaking, Jesse Rowan walked out.
Joan Harry was still asleep, he didn’t want to wake her.
Jesse Rowan didn’t sleep well last night, he had two heavy dark circles under his eyes today, and looked exhausted when he drove to the Cheney Family.
Sylvan Cheney and Charles Mcintosh were already there.
Jesse Rowan deliberately perked up and smiled: "Morning."
"Morning," Sylvan Cheney greeted him.
However, Jesse Rowan couldn’t suppress his sleepiness, he yawned: "Mr. Cheney is full of energy, I worked late last night and then spent half the night at a nightclub, didn’t sleep until four or five in the morning, so I’m not in the best state today, Mr. Cheney, bear with ."
"Youth is not an asset, stay up too much and your health will collapse." Sylvan Cheney said calmly, "Besides, these days are critical for transfer, you better stay alert."
Jesse Rowan was a bit speechless: "Got it."
Everywhere he goes, he gets a lecture.
Do people find him particularly lecturable?
"Mr. Cheney, I didn’t have breakfast, can I eat and talk at the sa ti later? I’m hungry." Jesse Rowan rubbed his stomach and smiled, "Mr. Cheney knows, n have big nightti consumption, especially n like who are young and strong."
"I don’t have the habit of talking business while watching others eat breakfast. Either eat first and then talk or don’t eat, your choice." Sylvan Cheney responded flatly.
"Forget it, just get a cup of Aricano, nothing else." Jesse Rowan was simply disappointed in Sylvan Cheney, an old man, not romantic at all.
Discussing collaborations while eating breakfast, what a delightful thing.
There’s a generational gap with old n.
Utterly disappointing.
Sylvan Cheney glanced at Charles Mcintosh, Charles nodded and personally went to make a cup of Aricano for Jesse.
Jesse hadn’t taken a sip yet when Sylvan Cheney already opened the file in front of him: "Yesterday we talked about equity division, let’s finish this part today."
"Mr. Cheney, have you had breakfast?" Jesse asked.
"Yes, why?"
"Nothing, I just think Mr. Cheney has a very regular lifestyle, I should learn from you."
Sylvan Cheney gave Jesse a slight glance, seeing his eyes with dark circles and appearing he slept very late last night, with red veins still visible.
He was fine, got up early, and Jasmine Yale also got up with him to make breakfast.
The breakfast Jasmine makes always tastes good, especially her brewed coffee, he’s gotten very used to it.
This habit is like long-term water dripping through stone, gradually perating his life.
It seems, it won’t easily change in the future either.
These little habits probably signify they’ve known each other for many years.
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