After wearing a book after the half-moon shadow, he was favored on the headlines

Xu Zhou and Luna wanted to persuade him again, but Mo Xiaoyu had put on a clean costume and went on stage again.

The two looked at each other helplessly and sighed at the same time. They had no choice but to prepare warm things for Mo Xiaoyu to use immediately. This was the only thing they could do at the moment.

"Sister Gu, why did you accidentally fall?" Daisy watched Mo Xiaoyu fall into the water again with a gloating expression on her face.

Her expression is completely genuine, and it just fits Yuan Bingyao's state of mind.

If it wasn't for him who fell into the water, Mo Xiaoyu really wanted to applaud Daisy and praise her for her superb acting skills.

"CUT!" Assistant Director Wang shouted with a loudspeaker, "This section is not..."

Mo Xiaoyu was going to hear what other reasons Assistant Director Wang could find out. If it was too outrageous, she might not be able to bear it anymore.

It's just that before Assistant Director Wang finished speaking, a tall figure suddenly appeared by the pool, and he stretched out his hand to Mo Xiaoyu: "Come up."

"Why are you here?" Mo Xiaoyu asked stupidly.

An Zhengye didn't answer her, and directly pulled her to the shore and hugged her horizontally.

Mo Xiaoyu didn't even realize it, he had already been carried far away.

The whole audience was confused by the sudden appearance of An Zhengye. The two of them were about to walk out of the set. Only then did Deputy Director Wang react, and he jumped angrily, "Who are you? Why did you take the actor away!"

"Come back soon, is the scene still filming?!"

An Zhengye always turned a deaf ear to the previous words. Just when Deputy Director Wang was about to chase after him, An Zhengye suddenly turned his head and said three words with cold eyes: "No filming."

Deputy Director Wang was shocked by his cold eyes, and honestly closed his mouth, not daring to speak any more.

Only then did Mo Xiaoyu come back to his senses, and struggled in An Zhengye's arms and said, "You let me down, I still haven't finished filming."

An Zhengye locked his arms tightly: "Do you still want to have a fever?"

"But this scene...".

At this moment, Luna and Xu Zhou rushed over.

Luna handed over the blanket, and while covering Mo Xiaoyu, said angrily, "Don't worry about the show, just take care of yourself first."

Mo Xiaoyu tried to reason: "But the director..."

"Don't worry about the director, leave it to me." Xu Zhou said warmly.

One or two were not on Mo Xiaoyu's side, she flattened her mouth and compromised: "Okay, then I will trouble you."

Xu Zhou smiled slightly, and said softly, "You're welcome, this is what I should do."

Mo Xiaoyu poked his head out of An Zhengye's arms and looked at Xu Zhou: "Thank you..."

Before she could finish her sentence, her face was suddenly covered by a blanket.

"Why is it dark? What's going on?"

Mo Xiaoyu struggled for a long time before removing the blanket from his head.

At this time, An Zhengye had already walked her far away, and Luna and Xu Zhou could no longer be seen.

Mo Xiaoyu looked back regretfully, looked at An Zhengye, and said dissatisfiedly, "Why are you covering my head? I haven't finished my sentence yet."

"It's cold, your hair is still wet." An Zhengye said calmly.

Mo Xiaoyu frowned and stared at him suspiciously, while An Zhengye's expression remained unchanged, and he let Mo Xiaoyu look at him calmly.

After watching for a long time, he didn't see anything, so Mo Xiaoyu pouted and muttered in a low voice, "Really, you can cover it after I finish talking."

A smile flickered on the corner of An Zhengye's mouth, but when Mo Xiaoyu looked over, it disappeared again.

Xu Zhou looked at the backs of the two who were going away, and a trace of loss flashed in the depths of his eyes.

When Luna looked over, Xu Zhou returned to his previous image.

"Leave it to me to take care of it here. You pack up Xiaoyu's things and take care of her."

"Okay, Mr. Xu." Luna nodded, and quickly sorted things out.

Xu Zhou glanced in the direction of the door before turning his gaze away, and went straight to the distraught Deputy Director Wang.

Mo Xiaoyu was quickly taken to the hospital by An Zhengye.

She had already changed out of her wet costume jacket in the car, and now she was wearing An Zhengye's suit, like a child stealing an adult's clothes.

The hair was wiped by the blanket, and it had dried a lot. Although the makeup on the face was waterproof, it could not cover up the paleness of Mo Xiaoyu's face.

After examining Mo Xiaoyu, the doctor frowned and said, "It's cold and water, what do you think?"

The doctor was an old man with a very serious expression. When Mo Xiaoyu saw him, he thought of the dean of the school. He subconsciously straightened his back and said honestly, "It's necessary for work."

The doctor glanced at her and shook his head: "You don't have a fever, but your body is weak and needs an injection."

"Okay." Mo Xiaoyu nodded obediently.

The doctor started to write the list, and Mo Xiaoyu asked in a low voice, "How many injections do I need?"

"Two-shot drop bottle." The doctor seemed to be angry with her for not caring for her body, and answered very simply.

Mo Xiaoyu touched his nose and let out an innocent "oh".

"The order is ready. Let's go to the injection room to get an injection later." After finishing speaking, the doctor looked at An Zhengye and said with a little reproach: "You are too sloppy as a husband, and you let your wife do this in cold weather." kind of work."

"He's not me..." Mo Xiaoyu just wanted to explain the relationship between the two.

An Zhengye spoke suddenly, and said in a serious tone, "It was my negligence, and it won't happen in the future."

Seeing that he had a good attitude of admitting his mistake, the doctor's expression softened: "Take care of your wife, don't take it too seriously because of her youth, the weather is cold, don't let her fall into the root of the disease."

"Okay." An Zhengye nodded solemnly.

Mo Xiaoyu was stunned, baffled by An Zhengye's attitude, if she explained it now, it would be too disrespectful to An Zhengye.

She glanced at An Zhengye quietly, and saw that he was listening to the doctor's orders seriously, a strange feeling filled her heart, warm and warm, her cheeks blushed quietly.

By the time she reached the injection room, the temperature on her face hadn't dropped.

An Zhengye's serious profile kept appearing in her mind, and a warm hand was covering her forehead in a daze.

"You, why are you touching me?" Mo Xiaoyu shyly hid back.

"Your face is so red, let me see if you have a fever." An Zhengye said with worried eyes, frowning slightly.

Meeting his gaze, Mo Xiaoyu blushed even more, and she covered her cheeks in panic: "No, I don't have a fever, and the blush is caused by the wind."

An Zhengye showed doubts on his face: "Don't move around, let me see if you have a fever. If you have a fever, there is still time to change the medicine."

"I really don't have a fever." Mo Xiaoyu covered his face, just to keep An Zhengye away.

An Zhengye frowned and looked at her like an ignorant child. Mo Xiaoyu couldn't cool down the temperature on his face, so he said, "If you don't believe me, ask the nurse to bring the thermometer."

An Zhengye compromised first, gave a faint "yes" and went to find the nurse.

As soon as he left, Mo Xiaoyu immediately took off his hands and quickly fanned the wind with his hands, trying to cool down the temperature on his face quickly.

When the nurse and An Zhengye appeared in the injection room, the temperature on Mo Xiaoyu's face had dropped a lot.

After the nurse took his temperature, Mo Xiaoyu had returned to his normal expression.

"36.8°, the body temperature is normal." The nurse said looking at the thermometer.

"Look, I'll just say I'm fine." Mo Xiaoyu raised his brows with an expression of "you're totally unnecessary".

An Zhengye glanced at her and said to the nurse, "Get an injection."

The nurse put a needle on Mo Xiaoyu and arranged a separate ward for her.

There were many people in the corridor, An Zhengye held the bottle in one hand, and protected Mo Xiaoyu with the other to prevent her from being touched by others. Neither of them noticed that there was someone following them not far or near.

Soon after entering the ward, An Zhengye hung the bottle on the head of the bed, and when he was helping Mo Xiaoyu to sit down, he accidentally touched her hand, frowned and said, "Why are your hands so cold?"

Mo Xiaoyu felt a little cold when she went into the water many times. She didn't feel anything, so she touched her hand: "Is it ice? It's okay."

An Zhengye frowned even tighter.

"Why are you so stupid? Wouldn't you stop filming this kind of falling into the water in the cold weather?"

"I'm not stupid!" Mo Xiaoyu pouted, his face full of displeasure.

"How can I not shoot if I don't want to, and the crew is not run by my family." Mo Xiaoyu said: "Besides, it's normal to shoot summer movies even in winter. This is the basic morality of an actor."

"but……"

Mo Xiaoyu interrupted An Zhengye, not letting him continue: "There is no but, not to mention there is a reason why I am so serious about filming."

"What's the reason?" An Zhengye asked with concern.

"To pay back the money." In fact, paying back the money was only part of the reason. Mo Xiaoyu said this on purpose, and it was entirely because An Zhengye said she was stupid, which made her very upset, and she decided to hurt him.

"I'm filming desperately just to pay back your money."

An Zhengye was stunned when he heard the words, and after a long silence, he said slowly, "You don't have to work so hard, I don't need your little money."

Mo Xiaoyu snickered again, a cunning flashed in his eyes, and he took the opportunity to say: "Since you don't need my little money, then don't ask me to pay it back."

"No." An Zhengye refused decisively.

Although he mentioned it casually, Mo Xiaoyu was still a little unhappy when he heard the negative answer.

The richest man in City A is really stingy.

"Stingy ghost." Mo Xiaoyu pouted.

An Zhengye suddenly felt helpless and amused, his expression didn't show at all, and he said in a flat tone: "It's only natural to pay back the debt."

Mo Xiaoyu stuck out his tongue and secretly made a grimace: "Slightly."

"You..." An Zhengye smiled, and was about to say something when the phone rang.

The ringtone came from inside his suit jacket. Mo Xiaoyu took out his cell phone, but just as he was about to answer it, he realized that it wasn't her cell phone. She was carried out in a hurry without anything on her body.

Although he was a little embarrassed, he passed the phone over with a feigned coldness on his face: "Here, your phone is ringing."

"Hmm." An Zhengye took the phone, checked the caller ID, and then picked up the phone.

After picking up the phone, An Zhengye's breath changed, and he turned into the overlord again, serious and serious.

Although he didn't know what was said on the other end of the phone, he could only hear that An Zhengye was giving orders, and Mo Xiaoyu couldn't understand business terms, but he could tell that An Zhengye was probably very busy.