Professional Stand-in, With an Hourly Salary of 100,000

Hearing the answer, Shijiu's face was a little complicated.

Ji Fanyin tried to analyze it with professional qualities, and felt that he seemed to sneer at the same time and didn't quite believe her rhetoric.

She shrugged and said to Shirui, turned around and walked away on her own.

After walking a few steps, she felt that the shoes on her feet were a little uncomfortable, and she simply bent over and took off.

Fortunately, there is no bleeding, just a little red.

As the crowd slowly walked out, Ji Fanyin took out the mobile phone in his bag and turned on the phone.

She originally wanted to call for a car, but who knew that when the phone that had been off for a long time was turned on, several missed calls appeared first, all of which Song Shi met.

Three calls were made at eight o'clock in the evening, with the front heels on the back feet; the last call was only ten minutes ago.

Song Shiyu would not call her so many consecutively under normal circumstances.

After thinking about it, Ji Fanyin returned the call to customer one.

After all, it is the No. 1 customer, and the business relationship still needs to be maintained.

When Song Shiyu didn't answer it immediately, Ji Fanyin patiently waited for a long beep after another, until she felt that the phone was about to be automatically hung up, Song Shiyu's hoarse voice came from the microphone. Come out: "Hello?"

"Are you looking for me?" Ji Fanyin asked him.

There was no sound from Song Shiyu for a long time. After a while, Ji Fanyin waited silently and said, "...I'm sick."

Ji Fanyin said, "Should I call an ambulance for you? Or tell Ji Xinxin?"

Song Shiyu will call her when she's burnt.

Song Shiyu said something vaguely, but Ji Fanyin didn't hear it clearly.

Afterwards, Song Shiyu [emailprotected]@ added a little mattress squeezing sound made her realize that Song Shiyu was probably lying on the bed before, and it was only then that she had just sat up.

Finally Song Shiyu said, "Come and see me."

Ji Fanyin slowly typed a question mark: "Song Shiyu, do you know who you are calling?"

"You are Ji Fanyin." Although Song Shiyu sounded groggy but sensible, "I want you to come and take care of me now."

Then he suddenly slammed, like a heavy object hit the ground.

The phone was also hung up during the loud noise.

Ji Fanyin: "...?"

She looked down at the hung-up phone, and after hesitating for a second, she decided to throw Song Shiyu, who had suddenly become the King of Coolness, behind her head after she fell ill.

As a result, as soon as Ji Fanyin got in the car, Song Shiyu's transfer text message arrived.

After calculating the money, Ji Fanyin felt that the spare time could not be allocated to Song Shiyu.

She greeted the driver, changed her destination, and went to Song Shiyu's home.

...

Song Shiyuman thought he would be able to withstand a small wind and cold, and as a result, he fell ill and developed a high fever the next day after returning from the movie premiere.

Song Shiyu’s assistant has a physique that is easy to catch a cold, and he coughs for a month as soon as he catches a cold. After hearing the news, he is moved by emotion and reasoned, so he almost hangs on the ground and cries and cries and hangs. Fu Song Shiyu didn't let him go to work.

The assistant bought medicine for Song Shiyu, but Song Shiyu didn't want to take it, and fell asleep in bed until midday. When he woke up, he was hungry.

He was supposed to call the assistant and ask him to bring lunch over, but the phone called Ji Xinxin awkwardly.

Ji Xinxin hung up his voice call and replied with a text message: [Shi Yu, sorry, I’m in class><what’s the matter? 】

Song Shiyu lay dizzy on the bed and typed Ji Xinxin slowly in reply: [It's okay. I am sick and want to hear your voice. 】

He thought, Ji Xinxin is a kind person, and she will definitely give him a warm welcome next.

But Xi Han Wen Nuan, who is around and who is not around, is still a little bit worse in comparison.

Sure enough, Ji Xinxin immediately asked him what was wrong with his body, and asked him if he had contacted an assistant to buy medicine and whether he needed to go to the hospital, with a caring and eager tone, just like any of her friends who were worried about her health.

Song Shiyu's vision was a bit blurred, and of course his typing was very slow.

He laughed unconsciously while reading the message from Ji Xinxin. After she finished the series of questions and emoticons, he finally finished his reply: [It's just a cold, but if you can come and see me, it will be fine. . 】

Ji Xinxin made a sigh, followed by a hug and comforting expression.

Then she asked: [Are you not taking medicine anymore? No, I’m in France now, and I’m too late to stare at you for your medicine. 】

Song Shiyu avoided the question of taking medicine. He asked: [When are you on holiday? Will you come back? 】

Ji Xinxin’s reply was a little slower this time: [I originally wanted to wait until the winter vacation to come back for the New Year, but I might come back early during the Christmas period. There are some things to do. 】

Song Shiyu figured it out in his heart.

Christmas is only a few months away.

[Then we will meet soon. ] He typed it up one by one, [I really want to see you. 】

[I am also looking forward to seeing you as soon as possible~] Ji Xinxin sent a touching expression, [I am going to catch the next class, and I will check if you have taken any medicine when I am free! 】

Song Shiyu let out a sigh and turned over on the bed.

Ji Xinxin is not his girlfriend.

Even if it is really a girlfriend, it is impossible for him to fly over a small part of the earth to visit him because of a mere cold and fever.

But someone can be on call.

Song Shiyu rubbed his cell phone, which was ironed by his body temperature, and did not send a message to Ji Fanyin under rational dissuasion. Instead, he called the assistant and asked him to prepare food.

The assistant is a straight man who doesn't know how to cook, and because he wants to temporarily take over Song Shiyu's work this day, he is very busy, so he only spares time to order a porridge takeaway for Song Shiyu.

Song Shi Yu hastily took a few bites, swallowed two more pills, fell back on the bed and fell asleep vaguely.

He couldn’t sleep well in his dream. There was some power in his dream that attracted him behind his back and made him unable to move forward. However, he was attracted by the light in front of him, crawling forward with his hands and feet, trying his best to fight the weird one. Power is fighting.

――Of course, when I woke up, I didn't feel better at all. On the contrary, my whole body was aching, as if I had just caught it from the water.

Song Shiyu was still sensible. He tried his forehead with the back of his hand, and his hand was hot, obviously burning not lightly.

He turned over and glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table, and found that it was already eight o'clock in the evening, and the whole day had passed so groggy.

His enthusiasm did not mean to go down at all.

Song Shiyu went to look at the phone again, and there was no news from Ji Xinxin. She seemed to have forgotten that she had said that she wanted to supervise him to take medicine.

Song Shiyu lay down for a while, and even felt laborious to move a finger. After lying down for a while, he still made a call to an almost taboo number in the address book.

The other party is turned off, even three times.

Song Shiyu sneered while lying on the bed.

After meeting yesterday, maybe Ji Fanyin has hooked up with Cen Xiangyang. At this time, he went on a date with a third man.

No matter how bad it is, it may be daylight.

Outside of this time, her efficiency in answering the phone is obviously very high.

...Pretend to be a face that doesn't care about him!

Song Shiyu threw the phone out in anger, slammed it heavily on the wall and then fell to the floor with a loud noise.

This action alone almost consumed most of his strength.

Song Shiyu rolled the quilt and tried to continue sleeping, but probably because he slept for too long, he couldn't fall asleep anymore.

The few mouthfuls of porridge stuffed at noon were not hungry at all, and even his stomach began to protest loudly at night.

Song Shiyu tossed and turned for a long time, as if he was furious with himself, and saw it repeatedly. After more than an hour, he suddenly lifted the quilt and got up from the bed to look for the phone with the broken screen.

Although the phone screen showed some problems, the call function was still normal. Following Song Shiyu's operation, the three characters "Ji Fanyin" appeared on the screen again.

Ji Fanyin's phone is still shutting down.

It was almost ten o'clock.

Song Shiyu looked at the clock on her mobile phone, and couldn't help but maliciously speculate about what Ji Fanyin, who said "to be a performer but not to sell herself," would do for the lack of money in her mouth.

She also provided night companionship service anyway, didn't she?

Song Shiyu held a mobile phone on the edge of the bed for a while, and his mind felt like an active paste, as if he couldn't move, and he seemed to have many thoughts in a flash.

Until his phone vibrated, Ji Fanyin's name appeared on the caller ID.

Song Shiyu continued to stare at the screen in a daze, his finger staying above the Connect button for a long time without pressing it.

He was a little unsure whether he wanted to hear Ji Fanyin's voice.

Or... the four calls just now shouldn't have been made.

But Song Shiyu finally took it.

"Is there anything to do with me?" Ji Fanyin asked.

She didn't use Ji Xinxin's voice.

But Song Shiyu found himself shamelessly relieved for a second.

――At least, Ji Fanyin will always be there waiting for him.

So he said: "Come and see me."

――For insurance, Ji Fanyin was also sent money.

Since Ji Fanyin wants to use money to cover her mind and protect her self-esteem, so be it.

Song Shiyu thought, stroking the phone.

This companionship is worthy of his reward to affirm.

Ji Fanyin knew the address of his apartment, but Song Shiyu was still going to send a WeChat message to remind her.

When opening WeChat, Song Shiyu recalled that he deleted Ji Fanyin's WeChat some time ago.

But just last night when Ji Fanyin was about to exchange contact information with Cen Xiangyang, Song Shiyu approached and took down her WeChat ID.

He rubbed his eyes, added Ji Fanyin back, and then told her the location and access control of his community.

After doing all this, Song Shiyu felt relieved for some reason. He threw the phone on the bedside and let out a long sigh.

He curled up in the bed and found a sense of security faster than before.

I don't know how long it took before Song Shiyu heard footsteps.

The light in the room was turned on, and the slender figure slowly approached him.

"...Ji Fanyin?" Song Shiyu asked vaguely.

The other party bent over and touched his forehead, and let out a helpless and soft sigh.

Song Shiyu once again settled down in the heat.

No matter how Ji Fanyin used all kinds of rhetoric and actions to cover up, his love still couldn't be hidden after all.

But unlike before, Song Shiyu noticed that he was a little bit ecstatic about the fact that "Ji Fanyin likes me" this time.