Fuyue stayed in the bathtub until there was no movement outside before she came out, her slender figure trembling uncontrollably, and wrapped herself in a towel.

Looking at the two doors that appeared in front of her, her figure swayed slightly, and she barely stabilized her figure in the exclamation of System Ninety-Nine.

But the foot is still broken.

Frowning, looking at her ankle with sharp stinging pain, she ruthlessly bit a blood mark on the corner of her lip, and after tasting the blood, the chaotic brain was cleared up for two minutes.

"Pull me along." Her voice was hoarse.

System Jiujiu looked distressed, and stepped forward to help her up without saying a word.

"My lord, let's go to the hospital."

The human body is already extremely fragile, and adults are still soaking in cold water for a full hour in such a late autumn season.

Even if the body is beaten with iron, there will be problems.

The floating moon swept over it, the corners of her eyes flushed blue, and she shook her head faintly.

"No, just rest for a while."

The master and servant slowly moved to the room, and at a glance they saw a set of clothes placed at the head of the bed.

System Jiujiu flew over and picked it up to check, it was a set of women's skirts, and even underwear was prepared inside, as well as a thick coat.

It's just that the coat is pink, a little spicy to the eyes.

Fuyue swept over, pursed her lower lip and asked Jiujiu to take the things, and after putting them on, her mind was already confused and couldn't tell who she was.

His face was even paler.

When her body shook, she had collapsed on the bed and was completely unconscious.

System Jiujiu exclaimed and flew over to check her temperature.

It's burned to more than 39 degrees.

She sprang around in a hurry, and finally took it upon herself to take a fever-reducing pill for her to use.

It wasn't until the adult's face recovered a little that it covered her with a quilt and exhaled to leave the room and enter the rest space.

Around half past eleven in the evening.

The sound of the door lock rolling open suddenly came from the otherwise quiet room, and as the door opened and closed, the originally dark room suddenly lit up.

The bright lights above me were a little flustered.

Fu Nianyuan threw the hand-customized blazer on the sofa, ripped off the tie, unbuttoned the cufflinks, rolled up the sleeves of the white shirt, and after revealing his strong arms, he got up and went to the kitchen to make a cup of tea, and then sat on the sofa and looked at the script that the screenwriter had just sent and changed simply.

About ten minutes later.

There was another knock on the door.

The assistant came in with a takeout in his hand, and it seemed that there were quite a lot of types.

Fu Nianyuan glanced at it and retracted his gaze.

Xiaolu didn't care, and trotted over to put all the takeaways on the coffee table.

"Hehe, boss, let's eat, you haven't eaten in an afternoon."

They stayed in the hospital until now and came back, and the boss didn't eat a mouthful of food, which he bought in a hurry to catch up with the takeaway before it closed.

Fu Nianyuan didn't raise his eyelids, his eyes still fell on the script in his hand.

"Did you find the group performer you were looking for?" He spoke lightly.

Xiao Lu had already picked up a piece of fried chicken leg and nibbled on it, nodding: "Found it." ”

In Xiaolu's view, although the boss is notorious and may be harsh on his work, in private, he is actually very talkative, and he is not informal, as an assistant, he is even more relaxed.

The man nodded faintly, but his raised gaze fell faintly on his face.

Xiao Lu was stiffened by him, pushed the chicken leg in front of him in front of him, and smiled flatteringly: "Boss eat." ”

Fu Nianyuan frowned: "This thing has a strong taste, remember to spray air sobering agent after eating." ”