Because he wanted to pick up the tea cup, he moved forward a little, and she happened to hand over the tea, so her body naturally got closer... The two of them looked at each other at a distance from a cup of tea.

She was wearing a round-neck sportswear, and at such a distance, she could clearly see her delicate collarbone.

Yi Wenze raised his gaze calmly, but such a subtle change had already burned her face with a loud bang.

The smell of tobacco, mixed with the aroma of lemon tea, encroaches on every inch of consciousness...

After a few seconds of quiet, Jiahe cleared his throat: "It may be a bit hot."

He took the teacup and took a small sip: "It seems to be a little hot."

She asked for her eyes: "Do you want to add some cold water?"

"Need not."

Perhaps because they were too close, the voices of both of them were a little light.

He took a little more sip, and his eyes didn't move away from her.

After the song was played, it automatically looped to the beginning, as if it would never end. I don’t know who won downstairs, and the noise became a whole lot. Someone seemed to be calling Jiahe’s name, but it didn’t seem to be very clear.

She hesitated for a long time before saying, "Someone may ask me, I'll go down and take a look."

He was quiet for a while before he smiled faintly: "Go."

As a result, she naturally ran away in panic. The carpet under her feet was too soft and she almost tripped by herself.

When she got downstairs, she saw Qiao Qiao winking and seemed to have something to say. So she moved a chair and sat over. Qiao Qiao held a card and whispered: "Your cell phone rang just now, I'll take a look for you. It's Gu Yu."

Jiahe felt a thrill in his heart: "Did you answer?"

Qiao Qiao looked at her sideways: "I'm too lazy to answer, so I'll turn it off for you."

Jiahe was startled: "Down?"

"You still want to answer his phone?"

"No, Beijing said that the meeting time was scheduled in the past two days, and I have been waiting for the phone number."

Qiao Qiao shrugged: "Then you turn on the computer, be careful not to be taken back by the big bad wolf."

Jiahe was so amused that she took out her cell phone from her bag and turned it on again. Five or six text messages rushed in like this, dazzled. She opened one by one, many of which were promotional text messages from the bank mall, and only one was Gu Yu.

A line of simple words: I'm downstairs of your house.

She looked at her phone and was silent for a long time. She hesitated when she replied or not to reply to this simple question. It was not until Qiao Qiao touched the card and looked back at her that she made up her mind and quickly typed a line: I'm at Hongqiao Airport and went to Beijing for a meeting.

Just ten seconds after sending it out, he replied: The journey was smooth.

Jiahe still remembers that he had complained countless times before that he could not say "good wind" when doing a plane, which was very unlucky, but he always laughed it off and laughed at himself for being superstitious.

She sniffed, and it seemed a little stuck, probably because she was in the rain.

This time Wu Zhilun looked at her: "What's wrong? Aze bullies you?"

She stood up speechlessly: "Aqing, sorry, can you please take me to the room you slept with?"

Aqing quickly dropped the card and took her into a room amid the background sounds of people urging her. He took care of her, although she didn't live often, but the things in the room were changed before she came, so that she could sleep with peace of mind. Jiahe was even more embarrassed by her words, and even said that she was not so picky. She didn't breathe a sigh of relief until she closed the door.

The decoration style here is very similar to the upstairs, with light-colored log floors and black furniture.

The same white carpet was laid beside the bed.

After struggling for a night, she was now really relaxing. She fell asleep in a quilt amid the faint noise outside. She woke up from thirst in the middle of the night and took it out to pour water to drink. She found that everyone was already asleep. The room upstairs was still half open, revealing a faint light.

She stood downstairs with a cup in her arms and drank gulp until she finished drinking, and then returned to the room.

When she woke up the next day, she picked up her phone and looked at it. It was already one pm.

A white note was posted on the bedside table. I took it down and read the sloppy handwriting. I knew it was Qiao Qiao's: I'll drive you to my parents' house to get the keys and come back to pick you up in the evening.

At night, Jiahe sat up dizzyly, his throat was sore, and he reached out to touch his forehead, which seemed very hot. He was so unlucky that he got together and quickly put on his clothes. When he left the room door, he saw Wu Zhilun and Yi Wenze sitting next to the small bar, as if he was talking about something. An aunt was cleaning the courtyard outside, and the sun was shining.

Hearing the sound, the two of them looked at her at the same time.

Yi Wenze naturally snuffed out the cigarette: "Did you sleep well?"

Jiahe glanced at Wu Zhilun, who looked obviously ambiguous, and after holding it in for a long time, he said, "It's pretty good."

Wu Zhilun made a gesture and looked at the watch: "It is said that women read beds when they sleep, so how do they say that?" He made a meditative look, not sure whether he really forgot to say it or intentionally, "Yes, it is 'varied from person to person'."

She swore that the image of this box office lucky star in her heart completely collapsed... Although she was resentful, she still remembered her purpose: "Where is Ah Qing?"

In fact, getting in the rain and having a fever is not a big deal. She can drive her own car to buy medicine. When she goes home, she will sleep with a quilt and everything will be fine. But now the car is driven away by Qiao Qiao, and this is a villa area outside the outer ring. What’s even more sad is that it is still at her idol’s home. She doesn’t want to bother him too much, so she can only ask Aqing to secretly help her buy medicine first.

"She and Qiao Qiao went out," Yi Wenze asked, "Is there anything to do with her?"

Jiahe thought about it, said it was okay, and her voice became a little hoarse. She was afraid that the two of them would see something, so she went to the bar counter to pick up the glass and poured a cup of hot water by herself. She thought about going back to the room to call Qiao Qiao, so she would be able to get back to buy medicine in the evening. Wu Zhilun was very conscious and stopped making fun of it. He began to continue the topic just now. Jiahe turned his back to them and held the cup in both hands. It felt like a century had passed before the full cup was filled.

Just as she turned around, Yi Wenze suddenly called her: "You look bad, are you sick?"

She smiled hard: "No, I guess I've slept too late."

Just when he was about to ask again, the aunt who swiped the courtyard had already entered the door and asked if she wanted to prepare lunch for the lady. Yi Wenze nodded naturally and said that it would be easier. Jiahe stood beside him and listened, and began to complain in a dizzy manner, but at this time, she had no excuse to refuse, so she could only sit at the dining table blankly.

The aunt was very skillful and took out the dumplings from the refrigerator and fryed them golden and brilliantly.

It was very northern, and I put it on the glass table with some vinegar: "Mr. Yi said you are from the north and you should like to eat pasta, right? I haven't come here for a long time and the noodles are not prepared. I specially asked my husband to roll bread in the morning." The aunt was very talkative and continued to say that her husband was from the north, and the dumplings she made were different, and the skin was very chewy.

The fragrant dumplings have always been Jiahe’s favorite, but she feels that the breath she exhales is almost more terrifying than the heat of dumplings… She is counting the quantity and stuffing it into her mouth. She is not sure about the taste of eating because of a fever. She just wants to call Qiao Qiao back in a while. It’s even more uncomfortable to have such a greasy thing.

When she finished eating, she was diligent in cleaning up herself.

"Jiahe."

She stopped to see him, holding bowls and chopsticks in her hand.

He suddenly reached out and touched her forehead with the back of his hand. He politely tried, but her heart beat fast.

"You are having a fever," Yi Wenze quickly made a conclusion and looked at Wu Zhilun, "Go and ask my aunt where there are antipyretics." After he said that, he reached out to take the bowls and chopsticks from Jiahe's hand and placed them on one side, "You go back to the room and lie down first, and I'll come over immediately."

Jiahe wanted to say it was okay, but his legs were weakened and almost fell on the floor.

But in the end, he grabbed her first, lost her center of gravity and hit the bar.

With a loud bang, the chopsticks were shaken to the ground. His arm was supported on the table, but she didn't even touch him.

Jiahe was so scared that he struggled: "How are you?"

After she finished speaking, she felt relieved when she saw the leg from his arm and confirmed that the injured leg was not hit by her, but she felt even more guilty and distressed: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it..."

"Nothing," Yi Wenze comforted her and turned around to Wu Zhilun, who had just stood up and had not yet fully reacted, "Please help me help her into the room."

Everything that followed became particularly dramatic. I wonder if she was unhappy after being discovered. As soon as she lay on the bed, she became burnt and her joints were in great pain. She only saw Wu Zhilun taking medicine to serve water. His little assistant couldn't help at all on one side, and Yi Wenze was right beside her bed.

Every time she was woken up, she could see his face, with a blurry expression.

At night, she had a fever, but there were only the two of them in the room. In order to make her fall asleep, the desk lamp had been adjusted to the lowest light. He sat on a chair with a computer on his legs, his face was illuminated by the white light on the display screen, and his facial features were clearly visible. Jiahe stared at him for a while, and his brain couldn't turn around for a while. After a long time, he asked, "Are you injured?"

He looked up at her and closed the computer casually: "Are you hungry?"

I didn't eat all day and I was really hungry.

At this moment, a phone call suddenly came in. She was embarrassed to read Yi Wenze, so he naturally handed over the phone. The director of the next drama was the director: "Jiahe, your phone is really hard to call. How about it, can you come here tomorrow?"

Jiahe's voice was a little weak: "Sorry, Director Liu, tomorrow... it should be OK tomorrow."

After sleeping until tomorrow morning, she should have almost completely subsided her fever. Anyway, meetings are not physical work, so she should be able to deal with it. The key is... she finally had an excuse to run away and could not stay at Yi Wenze's house all the time.

"That's good. I'll finish it quickly and change it quickly. I'm still waiting for the first and second episodes to schedule time," there seemed to be no mistake in Jiahe's voice, "I'll make a decision in early May..."

Yi Wenze suddenly made a gesture and signaled Jiahe to give him the phone.

Jiahe was stunned for a moment, and after handing it over, he still didn't understand what he meant.

"Director Liu, hello," Yi Wenze took the call, "I am Yi Wenze."

Jiahe looked at him blankly until he heard him say that he was sick and might postpone his arrival in Beijing. He knew exactly what he was doing and was completely stunned. He had only one thought in his mind. It was over, and he didn't know what Director Liu would think...

The other side of the phone seemed to agree very happily and was extremely enthusiastic.
Chapter completed!