Theolod's rarely, rusty brain paused for a moment before he reacted when he opened his eyes and woke up to see the man sitting on the edge of the bed. He put the back of his hand to his forehead, closed his eyes and moaned, "Is it bad?"

He found that his voice was dry and astringent, and compared to his usual voice, it was almost two people.

"Which one do you mean? Herman slowly handed him the boiled water that had been prepared at the bedside, "If you mean your body, it's not too bad, it's just a common cold, not viral." If you mean last night you were drunk and blocked by the paparazzi, that's fine, at least you're the best drinker I know, and you don't have to worry about your image. ”

Herman squinted at the photo in the tabloid and handed him the paper.

“…… If you want to change the word, I wouldn't mind. Theolod didn't even glance at the newspaper, but covered his eyes and said with shame. He more or less knew what it was like to be drunk to the point of not being conscious at all, and he could restrain himself a little if he still had a little bit of self-awareness, but to the same extent as last night......

"Sexy. ”

“…… I thought you would say frivolous or frivolous. Theolod muttered, turning over to get out of bed, but after trying it he decided to sit on the bed for a while, "Well, if it's just a simple fever, don't worry, doctor, go home." ”

"Oh, so now that you finally remember that I'm still a doctor, so do you know what I am?" Herman's tone remained his own coldness, but he kindly reached out to help Theolod and put a cushion behind his back.

"Sorry, so...... You're not here to see me...... No, who called you here?Nat?what about the others?" Theorod finally realized that he was missing someone, and how Herman knew he was sick. He glanced at the newspapers, as if the media didn't know about it now.

"No, it's not him, it's not Mr. Upton, I came by myself, and I found you sick, and that Mr. Pop was in a hurry to go to the pharmacy to buy medicine. I think if I hadn't met him by chance and gave him a prescription for medicines, he would have robbed the pharmacy without the doctor's prescription. Herman pouted and made a joke, but Theolod knew that given Nattel's status, it was not impossible to rob him directly......

He'd better not think about it. Theolod threw the thought out of his head and continued to Herman, "Then why did you come here suddenly? Speaking of which, I didn't see you at the bar last night, you wouldn't have come to congratulate me, would you?"

"Looks like you're not burning your brain. ”

“……”

"So the head that usually turns fast is now half a beat slower. Look at the newspapers, Lechte, I think it's extremely unwise to have a psychopath play another American psychopath. I knew that if I just called you to admonish you, you would definitely try to prevaricate me, so I chose to meet face-to-face. ”

"What play the psychopath?" Theorod blinked his misty eyes, looked at Herman's "already seen through everything" look, and finally remembered something, he held his forehead and said, "Oh, you mean the movie "American Psychopath?" Don't worry, I didn't say yes at all. The reason why this kind of remark appeared in the newspaper was just that the filmmakers over there took advantage of the Oscar aftermath and the hype of my actor title, and they must have gotten Marshall's consent before letting out the wind, otherwise this kind of scandal would not have happened. ”

"You didn't say yes?" Herman focused on Theorod's rejection of the film, with his knowledge of him, both the complexity of the characters and the excitement of the plot perfectly fit Theorod's requirements for choosing the script, and he would never have refused such a film.

Theolod nodded weakly: "yes, I've just recovered from Ripley, like you said, 'It's extremely unwise to have a psychopath play another American psychopath', this movie is good, but it's too dangerous for me." ”

"You know?" Herman thought even more incredulous, "well, I'm overthinking......"

"You see, I still care about myself, my dear doctor, and I know that in the end it's my way of acting, but if I play this kind of role in a different way, for example, in an expressionist way, it shouldn't be a problem. ”

Before Theolod finished speaking, Herman knew what this kid wanted to do, he stared at his cheeks red from a high fever and the corners of his eyes that were almost moist for a long time, suddenly raised his eyebrows, and finally smiled: "It seems that I am still wrong, your brain has not burned out completely, I will say how can you suddenly be so obedient and well-behaved, it turns out that you are waiting for me here, right? My dear Mr. Lecht, if you want to play retreat in front of your psychiatrist, this routine will not work." Even if you could really be an expressionist, my answer would still be, no. ”

His "trick" was easily seen through by Herman, and Theolod did not show any embarrassment on the surface, and his physical condition did not allow him to continue to soak with his psychiatrist, he shrugged his shoulders, only to find that this simple action took almost half of his strength, which made him inevitably shrink slightly in discouragement.

Herman didn't continue to blame, but changed his words: "Okay, our new actor, don't think about this, what you need now is rest." ”

As soon as the words fell, Theolod only felt that the mattress next to him had sunken, Herman moved from the chair next to the bed to the bed, and the next second his head that was so heavy that it shook slightly and almost made him fall was lifted up by the person next to the bed, Theorod didn't have time to react, a magnified face came over, and at the same time, something was attached to his hot forehead.

Theolod looked at Herman, who pressed his forehead against his forehead, and there was only a rare confusion and dazedness left in his wet and beautiful eyes, obviously the fever had added some special attribute to him.

"It's a little better than before. Herman didn't leave Theorod's forehead at once, he smoothed the soft hair of his head with the large hand behind his head before he got up slightly and pulled up the collar that had slipped down to Theorod's shoulder. Suffering from dizziness and drowsiness, Theorod couldn't make out the meaning in his eyes that were too deep, but his instincts told him that it was definitely not a good sign.

Sure enough, the next moment, a black shadow rushed in like a gust of wind, violently squeezed Herman away, pulled up the quilt and violently covered most of Theorod's head, wrapping him tightly to reveal only a pair of moist eyes with reddish eyes.

"People with colds and fevers don't pay attention to keeping warm, do you want to make the condition worse?!" Natel hugged Theolod who was wrapped in a cicada chrysalis and lay back on the bed, and glared at Herman, who was "ill-intentioned" while he was away, "I bought medicine, and I will sleep after taking it." I heard that ginger soup can also cure colds instantly, although I don't know if it's true, but let's try it later. ”

“…… What is that?" Theorod reached out his paw and grabbed the edge of the quilt and moved it down, buying some space for his nose.

"The product of boiling ginger in water. Herman, who stepped aside, crossed his chest and explained.

“…… Don't use ginger. Theolod shook his head.

Seeing that the attitude of a certain one was as willful as that of a child who refused to take injections and pills, Natel immediately straightened up and persuaded: "Listen, Theo, although that thing doesn't taste very good, it is said to help with perspiration......"

"I don't want it......"

Grabbing the quilt, which almost only exposed his fingertips, Theolod pulled the quilt and covered most of his face, leaving only a pair of big fawn-like eyes looking at Natl pitifully.

"......" Natel was dumbfounded, and his cheeks suddenly turned redder than Theorod, who was in a fever—this... What the is... Is it coquettish?!! "Mom... Damn, don't want ginger, what the hell will throw you all in the trash right away. ”

A big bag of ginger that I just bought: ???

Herman: "......"

In the afternoon, Theolod took medicine and slept again, the fever had subsided by half, and he took the temperature placed at the head of the bed and measured it, 38 degrees, much better than before. But the consequence of being sober was that the morning's events gradually came to his mind. Without thinking about it, he could feel an emotion similar to shame spontaneously, almost making him roll on the bed with the quilt and go crazy, but fortunately he didn't have the strength.

It's best never to mention coquettishness or something, whoever mentions him is in a hurry.

Theolod, who was "all lost", got out of bed weakly, changed into a sweaty clothes, and took a shower. The day after the Oscars, as an Oscar winner, he also had to participate in talk shows, which became a practice after almost every Oscar.

Natel tried to stop him, but he couldn't resist Theorod, so he had to nod reluctantly, but the thick scarf and thick coat would not budge - even if it was spring.

Maybe Marshall had greeted the director and host of the talk show in advance, so the other party didn't embarrass Theorod who was sick too much, and all the topics and questions tended to be light and simple, obviously taking care of him, the youngest new actor. However, even with the care of the program team, even if Theolod was trying his best to restrain himself, the slow half-beat reaction and the physiological "tearful eyes" caused by the cold still revealed his not good physical condition, coupled with the nasal voice and "crying" voice......

Damn, why would he think a big man is so cute...... The host looked at Theolod who tilted his head slightly, and kept beating his chest in his heart, slapping the table and slamming the chair.

After Theorod walked backstage after the recording, he strode forward without hesitation, first wrapping the scarf in his hand around Theorod's neck again and again so that he couldn't see his neck and most of his ears, and then holding his hands and putting them in the palms of his hands.

"Why are your hands still so cold?" he said with a frown as he puffed at those hands.

Theolod didn't say anything, just hung his head obediently, as if he could shrink into his neck like this, perhaps because the fever had not yet subsided, and the tips of his ears exposed to the air were dazzlingly red.

"Hell, why is it getting hot again?" Nattel, who had tested the temperature of Theorod's forehead with the back of his hand, scolded angrily, "I knew I should have locked you in your bedroom today, and you didn't even want to leave!"

“…… Shut up, kid, stop shouting......" Theolod forced himself and muttered quietly, "**, I should have drunk that bowl of ginger soup......"

Damn, the main (dan) holder who left the field at the same time as Theolod didn't know why he looked at the two big men and felt like he had been hit by tons. 166 Reading Network