Film and television: Start by saving Han Fei

“The president is also a human being, and he has to eat. Why make such a fuss.”
When Wu Jinghao walked to the door, he realized that he forgot to buy sugar-fried chestnuts for Han Fei.
“Why are you standing at the door and not coming back? Did you forget what to buy!”
Han Fei took the plastic bag and flipped through it, and found that she had bought everything she asked for.
“What’s wrong? Fever?” Han Fei tried the temperature on Wu Jinghao’s forehead with her own hand, but she didn’t feel it was very hot.
“It’s okay, I just met someone.”
Wu Jinghao took Han Fei’s hand and put it into his own to keep warm.
“Then you look so out of your mind, it’s possible that you’ve met someone you’ve been thinking about!”
Hearing what Han Fei said, Wu Jinghao must have misunderstood something.
“Really not, I met Baoyamei, a high school classmate. Do you remember?”
Han Fei thought for a while, and she seemed to have a buck-toothed girl in her memory, but didn’t she drop out of school in the end?
“I vaguely remember something, what’s wrong?”
Wu Jinghao took off his coat and hung it in the hall, and dragged Han Fei into the kitchen.
“Women’s University has changed eighteen times, but I feel a little strange.”
Wu Jinghao couldn’t tell what was wrong, he just felt that this meeting was done deliberately.
“Maybe I’m thinking too much, let’s cut the meat first. I’ll help you.”
On New Year’s Eve, many people in the community left and returned to their hometown, but it was rare for Han Fei and Wu Jinghao to come out and hang around.
It was fine in the morning, but after taking a nap, Han Fei caught a cold for no apparent reason.
Coughing all the time, it’s uncomfortable to hear.
“Drink some water, I’ll get you a scarf, otherwise what will you do if you get cold again.”
Han Fei obediently took the water glass, looked at Wu Jinghao’s back as he went to get things, and smiled.
“Get dressed and go out!”
The two of them were holding hands and walking on the road by the light of the mobile phone. Seeing Han Fei bouncing around, Wu Jinghao realized that the two had actually been walking together for almost a year.
“It’s not even eight o’clock, when will I be able to appear?”
Han Fei looked at the program schedule while snapping her fingers and calculated the order of her appearance.
I didn’t see my appearance until I turned to the last show.
“Stupid you, you are on the first day of the Lunar New Year, and what you found was the program list of the Spring Festival Gala.”
Han Fei withdrew and looked at it, and found that it was indeed true.
“I’m too anxious. After all, it’s my first time participating in such a large party, and I’m also very nervous.”
Wu Jinghao actually watched the whole process backstage that time. Han Fei played very well and was unexpectedly stable.
“You’ve performed very well, don’t worry. It’s over, let’s think about how to make dumplings tonight.”
The two wandered outside for a while before getting ready to go home.
“The weather is getting colder and colder. You should wear more clothes when you go out, otherwise you will catch a cold easily.”
This winter, I have intermittent colds that never get better. Wu Jinghao was worried that Han Fei would still be catching a cold the day he went to the set, which was no small matter. It is necessary to be reminded from time to time.
“I see, what you said is right, I will dress properly in the future, won’t it be fine?”
“How did I find out that you look more and more like Sister Juan recently?”
Wu Jinghao originally hung a scarf on Han Fei, but when he heard Han Fei say that about himself, he turned around and knocked Han Fei on the head.
“I am concerned about you.”
“I’ve already prepared the ingredients for the dumpling stuffing. You’ll be in charge of making the dumpling wrappers in a while, and I’ll be in charge of making the dumpling stuffing. Let’s work together to make it faster.”