The next morning, Mu Sheng opened his eyes in a daze, only to feel dizzy, and couldn't help muttering: "Why are you so dizzy?" The voice was a little hoarse, feeling weak in the limbs, touching his forehead, it seemed to be a little hot, wouldn't he have a fever?

Struggling to get up from the bed, Mu Sheng boiled hot water again, and after drinking a few large cups, it was useless.

The head was still a little dizzy, and the whole person was out of energy, leaning on the back of the bed.

Mu Sheng is a little worried, it's the winter fashion week catwalk, if tomorrow is not good, what should I do? Now I have no strength in my hands and feet, will I be scolded when I walk up? The whole person is soft.

Thinking about it, Mu Sheng bit his lip, the more worried he became, and after flipping through his mobile phone, he didn't know a few people after coming to Paris.

The most familiar is also Casef, but Mu Sheng is embarrassed to disturb Kasef.

And in Paris, it seems that most pharmacies don't sell cold medicine, it seems that only Chinatown pharmacies have it, but now that the body is so weak, how can it pass?

Tossing and turning, Mu Sheng was a little anxious, tears kept rolling, and he felt that he was going to cry in the next second.

Suddenly, Mu Sheng seemed to think of something, rummaged through the address book, and looked at this number, Mu Sheng hesitated.

The two of them don't know each other well, and he seems to be doing fashion design, so he should be busy with fashion week now, right?

After hesitating, Mu Sheng still pressed the call.

"Duh... Honk... Listening to this voice, Mu Sheng's heart lifted.

Last time, I didn't feel like a warm-hearted person, but a little indifferent.

"Hey?" a clear voice like an ice fountain came into Mu Sheng's ears.

Over there, Lin Zixuan was preparing the clothes and accessories for the catwalk with Zhang Qing in the backstage of Alice Garden, when he heard the mobile phone in his pocket vibrating, and after seeing that it was Mu Sheng, he took it without hesitation.

"En, Mr. Lin, are you free now?" Mu Sheng said cautiously.

"Yes. Hearing the familiar female voice, Lin Zixuan's cold face suddenly softened, it was that girl!

Then he asked, "What's wrong?" and his tone was a little softer than usual.

Zhang Qing on the side looked at Lin Zixuan gossipingly, who is it? The boss actually spoke so gently!!

Could it be the young lady I saw last time?

Tut-tut, look at this tone, I don't know who said it was just a friend relationship last time, and sure enough, it was fake to say that it was just a friend?

Have you ever seen a boss who talks to a friend so softly? I only meet a boss who stabs a friend twice.

I saw Lin Zixuan say a few words on the other end of the phone, and quickly hung up the phone.

Zhang Qing saw Lin Zixuan walking over quickly, and hurriedly took the earrings in front of him and pretended to look at them: "Hey, these earrings seem to be too exaggerated, not really..."

Lin Zixuan had already walked up to him and interrupted Zhang Qing: "Zhang Qing, do you know where there is cold medicine?"

Zhang Qing squeezed his eyebrows and gossiped: "Is it cold medicine? It should only be available in the Tong Ren Tang in Chinatown." Is anyone sick?"

Could it be that the young lady caught a cold last time, and the boss is trying to send charcoal in the snow?

After Lin Zixuan heard what he wanted to know, he nodded indifferently and turned around to leave.

Suddenly remembering something, he turned his head and said, "I'll leave it to you." And he left the backstage without looking back.

"Watt?" Zhang Qing, who was left behind, was dumbfounded, when had he ever seen a workaholic leave early, and he was left alone to sort out his clothes, this is the clothes to be displayed in the autumn and winter fashion week, not the goods of a street stall!

"It must be to see the young lady last time, this person who forgets his friends!"

"If it weren't for the high salary you gave, I would stay? Hmph, unless I get a raise!"

"It's miserable, there is still so much work, who can help me!"

Zhang Qing sorted out and hung up the clothes to be used for the catwalk that day, and summarized the shoes, accessories and other items one by one.

Suddenly remembering that there would be a model to come to try on clothes later, the whole person went crazy in an instant~~

"My life is so hard~~ I'm not hard, my life is hard~~~"

"Bell bell bell"

Mu Sheng, who was sleeping in a daze on the bed, heard his doorbell ringing in a trance, and suddenly remembered that he had made a phone call half an hour ago, thinking that Lin Zixuan should be coming.

opened the door in a daze, and outside the door, Lin Zixuan was wearing a light gray coat, a white sweater underneath, a black scarf around his neck, and his hair was a little messy by the wind.

After Lin Zixuan saw that the door was open, he saw Mu Sheng wearing light gray home clothes at home, with a hello kitty embroidered on his chest, his hair was a little messy because he was lying on the bed, and his face was red because of the fever, as if he was not awake.

Lin Zixuan couldn't help but stretch out his hand, naturally covering Mu Sheng's somewhat hot forehead, and then probed his forehead, comparing the forehead problem between the two, and frowned.

Mu Sheng looked at Lin Zixuan's actions, stunned, and didn't feel too disgusted in his heart, and even felt a little comfortable when Lin Zixuan's warm and slender palm was covered.

Lin Zixuan frowned and asked, "My forehead is very hot, do you also have a fever?"

Lin Zixuan didn't realize that he could still say so many words, since his autism got better, Lin Zixuan's words to others didn't exceed 10 words in length, and now he said it unconsciously to Mu Sheng.

Lin Zixuan's face was a little serious, and Mu Sheng quickly replied obediently: "No." ”

Although she couldn't figure out why Lin Zixuan was angry, her intuition told her to answer truthfully.

Hearing this, Lin Zixuan took the bag, walked past Mu Sheng to the room, and looked around the rental house.

Quickly found the water heater, turned on the faucet, filled the water, and waited for the water heater to gurgle, then took out the thermometer in the medicine bag, unpacked it, and looked up to see Mu Sheng still stunned and looking at himself in a daze, looking a little cute.

The corners of Lin Zixuan's mouth inadvertently rose slightly, but he quickly regained his cold look, and handed the thermometer to Mu Sheng: "Go to bed and measure the temperature." ”

Although it was very brief, Mu Sheng understood what he meant.

Mu Sheng obediently took the thermometer, sat on the bed slowly, and raised his eyes to see that Lin Zixuan had turned his head to take out the medicine box, and his eyes did not look at this side.

So, his hands and feet quickly clamped the thermometer into his clothes, and the cold thermometer froze so cold that Mu Sheng's body shrank, and the whole person honestly leaned on the back of the bed.

After Lin Zixuan was optimistic, he looked back at Mu Sheng obediently staying on the bed, and a smile flashed in Lin Zixuan's eyes: "Have you eaten?" It's almost 11 o'clock, and it's almost time for lunch.

When Mu Sheng heard this, he was stunned, glanced at Lin Zixuan cautiously, and pursed his lips and said, "I'm not comfortable, I haven't eaten anything today." ”

Sure enough, Lin Zixuan's eyes darkened, his lips tightened, he turned around and opened the small refrigerator on the table, and found that the refrigerator only had a few packets of noodles, a few cups of milk and a carton of eggs, and nothing else.