Zhan Yao got up and stroked the broken glass, flashing a trace of helplessness.

It seems that it is time to consider installing anti-theft windows, and there are really people who can climb into such a tall building.

However, this should be a small probability event, and no one should come again.

Zhan Yao did a simple cleaning, took a shower, and then went into the quilt and slowly immersed himself in sleep.

"Medicine—" The face of the little boy lying on the hospital bed was blurred.

A pink ball stood guard in front of the window, with a heavy look of worry in his eyes.

"It's not okay to be sick, how can the pillar of our family be sick?" In Zhan Yao's dream, only the red skirt corners were glimpsed.

Fan Tuanzi was indignant and said: "What a pillar, he is still a child, this is a childhood full of laughter, but he has to shoulder the heavy responsibility of the family." ”

The woman's laughter like a silver bell came into Zhan Yao's ears, "Childhood, from the moment he was reincarnated, was destined for his future path. If you don't advance, you will retreat, and if you take a step back, you will be crushed. Didn't you argue with reason last time, saying that you are still young, what are ordinary children, and what are healthy...... However, those words are useless. He's no longer a two- or three-year-old child. ”

Tears on the eyes of the dough: "But-"

The little boy held his hand, picked up a handkerchief to wipe away his tears for the dough, coughed twice, and said softly: "Let my little princess worry about me, that's mine or not, I'm very sorry." I just accidentally got a fever and didn't suffer much, because you are the only one who bears it. ”

Doughko's face quickly turned red, like the afterglow of the setting sun.

Zhan Yao slowly opened his eyes, who was the boy lying on the bed with a blurred figure, the woman in the red dress?

That dream, could it be my own past?

After Zhan Yao got up, the memory in the dream was blurred, but she didn't delve into the dream.

-

On the set, Zhan Yao was in a trance, and even after a few cards, Xu Maohua stopped filming.

"Emperor Ye, is your body okay?" After these days of contact, Xu Maohua has been impressed by Zhan Yao's acting skills, and when this situation occurs, he first worries about Zhan Yao's body.

Zhan Yao shook his head and said, "It's okay. ”

"My head is a little hot." Qin Mengcheng approached Zhan Yao directly, put his hand on Zhan Yao's forehead and frowned.

Ling Yusheng looked surprised: "Isn't this a fever?" ”

Zhan Yao took a few steps back and touched his forehead, which was indeed a little hot.

Could it be that this morning's dream was a prophetic dream, a prediction that I would have a fever?

Li Ruxue, who was still a part-time assistant, directly helped Zhan Yao to the lounge and took out the thermometer, and the crew had to catch up with the schedule, and only Li Ruxue was with her.

"Thirty-seven degrees two!" This is the result of the measurement.

Zhan Yao lay on the bed in the lounge and blinked.

"Someone broke the window yesterday, probably because some cold wind blew." Zhan Yao explained.

Li Ruxue's eyes widened and asked, "Could it be that he is an alien?!" ”

Zhan Yao shook his head and slowly came to Li Ruxue what happened last night, and Li Ruxue opened her mouth in surprise.

Li Ruxue sighed helplessly and said, "Then you can rest for a while, I'll go tell the director." ”

"Hmm." Zhan Yao took a pill and bowed his head.

How long has it been since you enjoyed the taste of illness?

worked hard in the entertainment industry, no matter how hard and tired he was, he never got sick.

I never thought that maybe I had been pampered in the past two years, but it was just a cold wind that made me have a low-grade fever?

"Emperor Ye?" A female voice came, obviously not Li Ruxue's.