After Han Wenwen went upstairs, she found that Jiang Chengyuan's door was closed.

She walked lightly to Jiang Chengyuan's door and eavesdropped, and really found that she could hear the people in the room struggling to count the numbers.

When you hear movement, you are exercising.

Han Wenwen smiled at the corner of her mouth, thinking that Mr. Jiang was Mr. Jiang, and his style of doing things was completely different from others.

His finger knocked lightly on the door: "Mr. Jiang? Are you okay? ”

Jiang Chengyuan, who was in the house, heard the voice and turned his head to look at the door: "Wenwen? What's wrong? I'm so good. ”

Han Wenwen's tone was very soft: "It's nothing important, just care about you, and tell you a little thing by the way." ”

Jiang Chengyuan, who was in the room, stopped exercising, felt that his body was starting to sweat, so he simply put on a shirt and opened the door.

The two men looked at each other at the doorway.

Jiang Chengyuan, who had done dozens of push-ups, was panting, and there were fewer beads of sweat on his body, but it was obvious that there was one.

Han Wenwen's eyes simply scanned the other party's body, and her strong muscles gently expanded and contracted with her breathing.

Coupled with the slight swelling caused by the congestion after exercise, it is actually quite eye-catching, she seems to be joking: "Mr. Jiang is in good shape, and he loves sports very much, and he still does push-ups in the bedroom at night." ”

Jiang Chengyuan smiled casually, knowing that the other party was deliberate, so he replied very perfunctorily: "Thank you for the compliment, what did you just say you want to tell me?" ”

"Hmm" Han Wenwen stared at the other party's body, remembering the events of the day, and put a finger under her cheek: "It's Mr. Fang and Mr. Yan, they looked for you in the studio when you went out during the day today." ”

Jiang Chengyuan was surprised: "Mr. Fang, Mr. Yan? Are you talking about Fang Jingya and Yan Li of Wensheng Company? They're coming for me? What are you looking for me for? ”

Han Wenwen shook her head: "I don't know, I asked them about the specific content, but these two don't seem to want to tell me, just said that they will come here to find you again at noon tomorrow, I hope you can be there then." ”

Jiang Chengyuan couldn't help but turn his head and cough, and rubbed his nose: "Tomorrow at noon, cough, okay, I don't have anything to do at noon tomorrow, just wait for them here." ”

Han Wenwen was stunned for a moment and smiled evilly.

"You're choking again? Can you choke on talking? ”

Jiang Chengyuan didn't want to reply, because he didn't exercise anymore and began to feel cold again, and asked rhetorically, "Do you still have something to do?" If you're fine, go and rest, I'm still busy. ”

Han Wenwen nodded, but before leaving, she turned around and reminded her very charmingly: "By the way, don't lock the door in the bedroom at night." ”

Jiang Chengyuan wondered: "Why?" ”

"It's nothing, just don't lock the door at night anyway." After saying that, he went back to the boudoir.

Jiang Chengyuan looked confused, and said in his heart that he usually didn't have the habit of locking the door, so she was deliberately idle and had nothing to do to tease herself, right?

"Ahem!"

Covering his mouth, he coughed lightly twice.

What's going on with the feeling that it's getting stronger?

Closing the bedroom door, I thought to myself that I had to sweat and take a hot shower and rest on the bed, otherwise it would be too good to go on like this.

So for the next period of time, Jiang Chengyuan worked hard in the room.

Worked out until you were sweating profusely and exhausted, and then took a bath towel to take a shower.

In fact, Jiang Chengyuan often used this method when he was in school, but most of them were implemented immediately after he first noticed the symptoms of a cold.

Exercise, sweating, bathing, sleeping.

There is a seventy or eighty percent chance that you will get better when you wake up.

But today, Jiang Chengyuan has been dragging on for a whole day, and he is also a little stunned in his heart, and he doesn't know if it will work.

But not to mention anything else, during the bath, Jiang Chengyuan did feel extremely comfortable, as if any symptoms had disappeared.

Pleasant for body and mind.

After taking a shower, he happily returned to the bedroom, packed up the quilt, and lay on the bed to keep warm, enjoying himself.

Then the time jumps from eight to half past eight.

Jiang Chengyuan has a fever..

The burn was sudden.

Although he didn't use a thermometer, as his body temperature became colder and colder in the bed, Jiang Chengyuan lay inside with a confused look and a headache, and he knew very well that he did have a fever.

"Ahem! It's over, it seems that I slept in Wenwen's bed last night and was really infected by her. ”

He rolled over on the bed with a desperate face, coughed a few more times, folded up the corners of the quilt and buckled it inside, and then hid in the quilt and shivered.

Almost at the same time, Han Wenwen in another room was lying on the bed eating the fruit Jiang Chengyuan had just bought, watching Korean dramas.

Her door was always open, so she could hear Jiang Chengyuan taking a shower half an hour ago.

I glanced at the time, half past eight.

Han Wenwen threw the finished apple in her hand into the trash, pausing the Korean drama that she hadn't watched at all.

Get ready to get up and wash up.

Meticulous washing, bathing, and washing hair, a set of processes, Han Wenwen probably takes about half an hour each time.

Standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom, her long yellow curly hair was dried with a hair dryer in her hand.

Han Wenwen was wearing lace pajamas, after all, the fever was just right in the morning, and she didn't dare to blow her hair in the bathroom with a bath towel.

waited until the blow was basically dry, and Han Wenwen put the hair dryer down.

When she walked out of the bathroom, she looked at Jiang Chengyuan's room and walked over without hesitation.

The sleepiness of the lace coupled with the long hair that had just been blown dry on her shoulders made Han Wenwen look particularly sexy at this moment.

The exposed shoulders, neck, and thighs are very thought-provoking.

She gently knocked on Jiang Chengyuan's door with her hand, and used a tone that deliberately tempted the man: "Mr. Jiang? Did you lock the door? Do you want Wenwen to go in and chat with you? ”

As a result, there was no sound reply in the room.

"Mr. Jiang, are you sleeping?"

Still no reply.

The smile on Han Wenwen's face disappeared, she knew that as long as the other party didn't talk to her, there must be a problem, after all, it would be difficult to fall asleep at this time according to Jiang Chengyuan's biological clock in the past.

Hurriedly unscrewed Jiang Chengyuan's door.

came to his bedside and turned on the lamp, and saw Jiang Chengyuan lying in the quilt facing the wall with an uncomfortable expression.

Han Wenwen's face was anxious.

"Mr. Jiang?"

Jiang Chengyuan opened his eyes in a daze, he was actually not asleep, but he was uncomfortable and didn't want to make a sound, his voice was slightly hoarse and weak, and he looked at the woman behind him with his afterglow: "Wenwen? Didn't I speak? Why did you really come in? ”

Han Wenwen bent down and stretched out her jade hand to touch Jiang Chengyuan's forehead.

The blazing heat made her face even more worried.

"I really have a fever! How so.. Did I infect it? ”

Jiang Chengyuan lay flat, looked at Han Wenwen who was sitting on the edge of the bed, and smiled at the corner of his mouth: "It's just a little burn, it has nothing to do with you, I guess I wore less clothes today, cough cough, don't worry." ”

Han Wenwen looked at the other party coughing.

I remembered that when I woke up in the morning, I found that Jiang Chengyuan hadn't covered the quilt all night last night.

To be precise, the quilt doesn't know when it runs on itself.

And the two of them stayed all day yesterday.

Han Wenwen looked self-reproachful, and her tone was no longer joking: "Don't be stubborn, I'll get you a thermometer and medicine, you wait a while." ”