Lu Xiu and Busham, Zuo Zhen signed the signature pen and passed the pass, but it seemed that nothing big happened, and most of them were not in it.

Yes, although the illegitimate students are hard to guard against, Zuo Zhen’s assistant is not a leucorrhea. So long has passed, even if there is, it must have been dealt with. He didn’t expect such a simple logic just now.

His heart fell back peacefully, and then he realized it and felt embarrassed.

"That, I'll give it to someone else." Lu Xiuhe said, "Since you have nothing to do, then I..."

Bang.

The door in front of him was closed mercilessly.

Lu Xiuhe was stunned, his eyes suddenly widened—

Uncle Lu has never suffered such grievances when he was hung up the phone and turned away.

In junior high school, Zuo Zhen has to take advantage of his furious temper!!

You should be glad that Mr. Lu is older and has a better temper...

Lu Xiuhe was muttering in his heart, but in fact he didn't even dare to knock on the door again.

Forget it, just know that people are fine anyway.

He turned around and was about to leave, but he heard another sound behind him. Before he could react, he felt that the back leader had been pulled over. He was weightless and almost fell on Zuo Zhen.

"Fuck... Are you still addicted to pulling someone's collar??"

The hotel is arranged by the reception staff in Manyang. Although it is not a suite, it is also a luxury standard room.

Zuo Zhen threw the person on the sofa with a dark face, and sat on the small sofa next to him. After objects were supported by his back, he breathed a sigh of relief without revealing his mark.

Lu Xiuhe looked around and the room was clean, not to mention others, there were not even many items.

He turned his head and said, "You..."

Zuo Zhen was lying on the sofa, his eyes were closed, and his chest was breathing up and down, and he seemed to be uncomfortable.

Lu Xiuhe instantly withdrew the harsh words he wanted to make, and even his voice was lowered: "...what's wrong with you?"

Zuo Zhen didn't respond to him, as if he was relaxing his spirit.

Lu Xiuhe is well-developed and likes to play basketball. He also has a few taels of meat on his body. He just dragged it out, but it might not have any effect on the usual, but now he has used all his strength.

Just because he was afraid that his strength would not be enough, Lu Xiuhe left.

Only then did Lu Xiuhe remember the back of his fingers and back of his neck when he was pulled on his collar. The temperature seemed to be a little wrong.

He got up and put his back on Zuo Zhen's forehead.

It's scary.

"You have a fever!"

"I know." Zuo Zhen's voice was a little weak, "You don't need to be so loud."

"No, you are a big star after all, why are you burned like this? No staff stayed to take care of you?" Lu Xiuhe stood up, looked around, and finally found the kettle.

He stopped just a few steps away. The hotel kettle was too dirty to use.

Zuo Zhen laughed at himself: "What kind of big star am I?"

He held up his eyelids and just saw Lu Xiuhe walking towards the door. His fatigue instantly faded away. He supported himself to stand up, "Where are you going?"

"Go and find some hot water. The hotel kettle is too dirty." Lu Xiuhe said, "Even if no one cares about you... I should have bought you medicine, right?"

“On the bookcase.”

"Have you eaten?"

"No."

"Children all know that they need to take medicine when they are sick. You are so old, why are you still waiting for someone to feed them..." Lu Xiuhe put on his shoes, "I'll buy a kettle. Is there anything missing? I'll buy it together to give it to you."

Zuo Zhen looked at him without blinking, but said, "I must come back."

If it was something else, Lu Xiuhe might have really escaped.

He said, "Don't worry, I didn't owe you money, I won't run away."

Zuo Zhen looked suspicious, but still didn't believe him. Finally, he said, "Take the door card on the shoe cabinet, so I won't open the door in a while."

Lu Xiuhe didn't think much, and then he oh, picked up the door card and went out.

Five minutes later, the doorbell rang again, and the assistant came in with a portion of food: "Brother Zhen, I bought the food. If you feel uncomfortable, eat a little, you can't get hungry in your stomach."

"Put it on the shoe cabinet." Zuo Zhen said, "You go back first."

The assistant took off his shoes and paused: "Go back? How can that be? You've burned it like this..."

"Someone will come to take care of me." Zuo Zhen raised his eyes, and the words were obvious, "You are inconvenient."

“!!”

"Brother Zhen, when did you... happen?!" the assistant said in surprise, "No matter what, you can't bring people here. We have only driven away a few illegitimate meals. If she is seen..."

Zuo Zhen said: "I have a good attitude. Go back to your room and keep it. He will leave when he comes back and sees you."

As soon as Lu Xiuhe entered the door, he saw the hot porridge on the shoe cabinet. Before he could ask, Zuo Zhen said lazily: "I ordered takeaway."

"Oh." Lu Xiuhe took the porridge to him, shook the new kettle in his hand, "I'll go wash it."

After saying that, he took out a thermometer from the small plastic bag at hand, "Please hold it and see if it's severely burned."

Zuo Zhen sat still. In order to be comfortable, he hung his legs on the coffee table and raised his eyes and said, "No."

“…sand.”

Zuo Zhen tilted his head and looked at him: "I can't lift my hand."

This tricky look made Lu Xiu feel a headache.

His seven-year-old nephew would raise his hand to hold the thermometer.

He tsk, bent down, and grabbed Zuo Zhen's wrist: "Don't move."

Lu Xiuhe picked up his hand and put the thermometer in. Zuo Zhen suddenly lowered his head and his lips touched his ears.

"What identity are you here now?" Zuo Zhen asked him hoarsely, "Fan representative?"

Lu Xiuhe was stunned: "...You can say that, you can hold it."

"Don't you don't like me?" Zuo Zhen's elbow was hung on the armrest of the chair, his voice was lazy and he had no intention of putting down his hand.

Lucihe said, "You can hold it first."

"Why are you still quarreling with others for me?" Zuo Zhen asked him, "I'm here to pick you up, and now I'm here to my room again... Lu Xiuhe, what are you thinking?"

"What can I think..." Lu Xiu and his ears were hot, urging him, "Hurry up and the water is boiling."

Zuo Zhen felt a pain in the back of his head, and he was afraid that he would force him away.

He stared at Lu Xiu and for a long time before slowly clamping the thermometer.

Lu Xiu stood up like an escape, turned around and left: "You eat something first, then take medicine after you finish your food."

The TV was on, and a new anti-Japanese drama was being played on it. Lu Xiu and he sat on the sofa, watching Zuo Zhen drinking porridge slowly, thinking about when he would leave.

"Why?" Zuo Zhen didn't raise his head, "Do you want to leave?"

...Are you a god?

"...Not that," Lu Xiuhe took out his cell phone and said to himself, "I'll go to the fan group to report them some peace."

"Don't go." Zuo Zhen said, "Let them know you're looking for me? Do you want to be beaten to death as an illegitimate child?"

Lu Xiuhe was stunned and stopped: "But you have not posted on Weibo to explain the situation, everyone is quite worried..."

Zuo Zhen narrowed his eyes: "The company deliberately did not issue it."

"Why?"

"Selling miserable." Zuo Zhen's tone was uneven, "Fans are worried that if the company operates it again, it will be on the hot searches in the evening."

"..." It's too real.

Lu Xiuhe thought for a while, "Otherwise, you can post one on your own Weibo? Just post a sentence of 'It's okay'. Anyway, all your Weibo posts can be on the hot search."

"no."

Lu Xiuhe said: "...Is it necessary to sell miserable?"

Zuo Zhen had a meal and continued to lower his head to drink porridge.

"It's not that I don't want to, nor that I refuse, but that I can't."

Lu Xiuhe couldn't understand what this winding was saying: "What does it mean?"

Zuo Zhen said: "I don't care about what Weibo that account wants to post, what advertisements forward, or what messages like."

Lu Xiuhe immediately fell silent.

He has not been in vain in the fan circle during this period. Of course, he has heard that artists have dedicated their Weibo posts to manage them, but he did not expect that they have reached this level.

Lu Xiuhe asked: "Then the illegitimate child's incident was also spread by the company?"
To be continued...