opened the door and threw Ye Ange on the sofa, Fu Chen sat down and gasped slightly.

His lowered eyes covered his eyes, which made the angry Ye Ange unable to attack for a while.

"Hey, what the hell are you trying to do?"

No one responded.

"Fu Chen?"

I guess it's really sick.

got up and kicked the person next to him with his toes, and Ye Ange got closer a little.

A man who was still as strong as an ox. At this moment, there is no reaction, not to mention, and his cheeks are also red, like a ripe apple.

"You, what's wrong with you?"

Ye Ange half-bent over, wanting to check the other party's body temperature, thinking of the embarrassing scene just now, he pouted and kicked Fu Chen's calf.

"There's fever reducers under the TV stand."

There was a weak male voice, which startled Ye Ange.

Seeing that the other party really didn't have much strength, Ye Ange decided to put aside his personal grievances for the time being.

found the antipyretic medicine that Fu Chen said, and handed it to the other party when he got a glass of water.

"No, your medicine."

The dissatisfaction in his tone was palpable.

"Feed me."

The man squinted and placed his big hand on his hot forehead, a look of pain on his face. "I'll go back and buy you something delicious."

"What about coaxing children?" Ye Ange glared, but still stuffed the pill into Fu Chen's mouth, almost asking him to drink the water by pouring it.

"Ahem, Ye Ange, you murdered." With dissatisfaction, Fu Chen opened his eyes and just met Ye Ange, who was grimacing.

"Childish." pulled the corners of his mouth, but there was helplessness in his eyes.

"Why don't you go to the hospital if you say you have a fever?" Come back and plague me.

"I just got off the plane, I filmed a rainy night scene last night, and I felt uncomfortable when I got downstairs."

This sentence is true, usually he has suffered from this situation, and today he just found a reason for himself to be sick.

"Alright, I'll help you call Alan over."

"He's not in Beihua."

Ye Ange just took out his mobile phone, and when he heard what Fu Chen said, he thought he was lying to himself. Who knows, the phone was broadcast, but the other end was turned off.

Looking at Ye Ange's annoyed look, the corners of the man's lips hooked slightly, thinking that Alan did not disappoint himself this time.

"I'll sleep, you go and make me some ginger soup." At the end, he added: "Do not run away." ”

"Got it."

Ye Ange was a little speechless, thinking that the next time he saw Fu Chen's assistant, he would have to make a few phone calls, lest he be called by himself as a nanny.

"I'm just too kind." was forcibly captured by others, and she had to be a cooking wife.

"Well, kindness will be rewarded."

The man leaning on the sofa spat out such a sentence and did not speak again for a long time.

Asleep?

Poking his head out of the kitchen, Ye Ange's face showed slyness.

Walked to the bathroom and picked up a towel, then cautiously approached.

In a daze, Fu Chen seemed to hear the movement, raised his eyes to look at the hazy figure and said, "Don't leave." ”

"Sleep your sleep." Ye Ange's heart was beating like a drum, and a few drops of water fell from the wet towel on his hand because he was too hard.

"Hmm."

The slightly cool touch made the person on the sofa make a comfortable sound, and the big hand unconsciously grabbed Ye Ange's arm.

"Sit down here."

"Got it."

Thinking about going to the hospital, Ye Ange perfunctorily agreed. When Fu Chen's breathing sank, he asked tentatively: "You don't have ginger at home, I'll come back when I go back and get some." ”

No response.

Ye Ange was happy, tiptoeing, and closed the door lightly and left.

Just kidding, I really think I'm a nanny, and I still boil ginger tea, and I'm not afraid of poisoning him to death.

Quickly drove to the People's Hospital, and Ye Ange ran inside with a thousand paper cranes in his arms.

Maybe it's because of Tanabata, the hospital is exceptionally quiet, and people occasionally walk by in the corridor, or in pairs.

Ye Ange was infected, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he found Shao Zichu's office very smoothly.

When he raised his hand to knock on the door, he heard someone talking inside.

"Just once, let me go."

Is this, a woman's voice?

The hand holding the bottle stiffened, and the feet seemed to have roots.

A slightly trembling hand opened the door through a crack, and the scene in front of him made Ye Ange stunned.

There was indeed a woman in the room, and it was the same one I saw last time at the night market. But this is not the most important thing, the important thing is that the woman stood on tiptoe and landed a kiss on Shao Zichu's cheek, and the other party did not refuse.

Ye Ange thought it was over, but who knew that the originally ascetic man was suddenly the main one, and pressed the woman to the desk at once.

"Shao Zichu, you liar."

The woman's exclamation made Ye Ange cover her mouth in fright, she couldn't believe what she saw.

This must not be true, the person just happened to have the same hairstyle as Zichu.

But the figure of the other party had already been imprinted in Ye Ange's mind, how could she be wrong.

Ye Ange didn't have the courage to appreciate the next scene, and left the hospital as if he was fleeing. When I got to the car, I found that my face was covered with tears.

His eyes fell on the thousands of paper cranes that had been folded hard, and the tears could no longer be stopped.

She should have thought that the woman who could make the taciturn Shao Zichu close must have an unusual relationship with her.

I should have thought that how could an excellent man like Zichu not have a girlfriend.

It turned out that she had been daydreaming and deceiving herself all this time.

Driving aimlessly, Ye Ange didn't know how he got to the moat, and he didn't know when it rained in the sky.

"Why, let me meet you but can't enter your heart."

Holding the glass bottle, Ye Ange sat down on the steps. The people who were already scarce left one after another because of the rain.

For a long time, Ye Ange thought that it was because of the relationship between his parents and that his birthday happened to be his aunt's death day, so Shao Zichu was reluctant to accept him.

It turns out that feelings are really forced.

"Ye Ange, you still lost after all."

I've cried, I've hurt!

Ye Ange took out the thousand paper cranes that carried all his hopes and put them into the river one by one.

The rain kept falling, wetting Ye Ange's clothes and freezing her heart.

……

The next day, when Fu Chen woke up, it was already dawn.

Rubbing his sore neck, he realized that he was going to spend the night on the sofa.

Ye Ange, this woman, is really "trustworthy".

After taking a shower and changing clothes, the person has already arrived at the other party's door.

With an unhappy knock on the door, he successfully woke up Ye Ange, who had not woken up yet.

"Here, don't knock."

Like Fu Chen, Ye Ange also spent the night on the sofa. This will wake you up, and it will feel like your voice is not your own.

When she came back from the moat last night, she was already a little confused, and if she hadn't been able to fall in love, she wouldn't have even taken a shower and lay down.

The display screen was Fu Chen's face, thinking that the other party must have come to Xingshi to ask for guilt, Ye Ange simply ignored the other party.

I took a shower, took off the wet cover on the sofa, and threw it into the washing machine, but I didn't expect the people outside the door to be there.

"Something?"

After opening the door, Ye Ange's voice was hoarse and his eyes were slightly swollen.

"Why did you ...... for so long" The following words paused after seeing Ye Ange.

He was dressed in cartoon pajamas, his hair was still dripping with water, and he didn't even wear shoes on his feet.

"Why aren't you wearing shoes?"

squeezed his body into the door, bent down and took the slippers at the door and put them at Ye Ange's feet.

Ye Ange was slightly flustered, raised his feet to put it on, turned his head and went into the bathroom to get a towel and began to toss his hair.

"You've got a fever, haven't you?"

"Retreated."

Responding casually, Fu Chen's eyes swept around the living room, but he didn't see the figure of the bottle of paper cranes.

Sent out!

My heart sank, and when I listened to the woman whistling, her eyes became dark.

"That's good."

After wiping his hair, Ye Ange took out a hair dryer. Before the switch was pressed, the things in his hand were taken away.

"Not good."

The man's deep voice sounded from the side, and then Ye Ange saw a face with thin anger.

"Ye Ange, leaving a comatose patient behind, won't your conscience hurt?"

"What the hell?" Ye Ange swallowed his saliva, his eyes dodging. "You're asleep, where is the coma. Besides, I'm sure your forehead isn't that hot before leaving. Also, I'm not your nanny, so I'll come and go as soon as you call. ”

"I have my own things to do."

The last sentence carried a touch of sadness, which also made Fu Chen see the slightly swollen eyes.

"Crying?"

I seemed to have guessed something, but I didn't have much joy in my heart.

"Is it obvious? It's all to blame for last night's Korean drama that was too sad. "Nonsense, Ye Ange didn't dare to look at Fu Chen, for fear that the big actor would see something wrong.

"Don't look at it after that."

Not intending to dismantle the other party, Fu Chen returned the hair dryer to Ye Ange, and walked to the position of the refrigerator himself.

Find a few bags of milk and a packet of toast and put them in their respective instruments.

When Ye Ange packed up and walked to the living room, he smelled a smell of poached eggs. Walking along the scent, I saw fried eggs on the table, as well as hot milk and baked toast.

"You did it?" Surprise flashed in his eyes, and Ye Ange couldn't help but get closer to admire it.

"Thank you for taking care of me last night, eat quickly, saliva is coming down."

With doting, Fu Chen's voice was much softer than before.

"I didn't expect you to be able to cook."

Biting the poached egg with a good taste, Ye Ange gave a thumbs up.

"There's a lot more you didn't expect."

"For example?"

Ye Ange just asked casually, Fu Chen smiled at the corner of his mouth, and said, "Staying power." ”

"Ahem, you guy."

Almost choked by the other party's words, Ye Ange hurriedly drank a sip of milk.

Xu drank too violently, and the milk left a milky white arc on the upper lip.

"It's wrong, it's persistence."

Reaching out and pulling out a tissue and handing it to the other party, he took a bite of bread with an elegant movement, and the two of them shared breakfast in harmony across the table.

"It doesn't matter if you have staying power or persistence." Ye Ange muttered, took the tissue and wiped the corners of his mouth, and his thoughts returned to the scene he saw last night.

The position of the heart is like being pricked by a needle, and the eyes are sparkling.

"Don't underestimate the perseverance I said, take work as an example, since I chose it, I will not give up halfway, let alone give up easily."

For some reason, Ye Ange always felt that Fu Chen's words were strange, and it also reminded him of his current work.

Without the motivation to work hard at the beginning, Ye Ange fell into confusion for a while.

"Ye Ange, why do you want to act?"

"I ......"

"You don't have to answer, think about it yourself."

Seeing the hesitation in the other party's eyes, Fu Chen looked directly at Ye Ange's bright eyes and interrupted what she wanted to say.