This director is poisonous

This was the first time that Shen Jiming voluntarily ate while he was ill!

What a wonder!

Everyone looked at Lu Li excitedly.

Among them, Qiu Bai's eyes were the hottest. He walked up to Lu Li with the porridge, and tried to put the porridge in Lu Li's hand, "Mr. Lu, the young master will leave it to you."

Lu Li has lived for 21 years and hasn't fed anyone yet. Just thinking about the scene, he felt very embarrassed, and quickly pushed the bowl away, "Shen Jiming, you can't do it. You still have to eat when you are in your twenties. Someone feed you?"

Qiu Bai pushed the porridge over again, "The young master is on an IV drip, how do you let him eat by himself?"

Lu Li refused again, "I can't use my left hand and I still have my right hand. He's not left-handed."

Qiu Bai pushed the porridge over again, "If you hold the spoon in your right hand, which hand holds the bowl?"

Lu Li was holding a bowl of porridge: "..." He suddenly remembered that this is not a hospital ward, and there is no table on the bed.

Shen Jiming leaned on the pillow behind him, looking sickly, but it didn't affect his intimidation to Qiu Bai and the others, "You all don't go out, do you want to watch Lu Li feed me porridge?"

"No, no, we're leaving now."

Qiu Bai and the others walked too fast, Lu Li had no chance to stuff the porridge back.

In the blink of an eye, only Shen Jiming and Lu Li who were holding a bowl of hot porridge were left in the room.

Shen Jiming looked up at Lu Li, "I'm hungry."

Lu Li walked to the bed with the bowl in his hand, "I don't know how to feed people."

Shen Jiming said: "Then you hold it for me, and I will eat it myself."

"Okay." Holding a bowl for Shen Jiming is better than feeding Shen Jiming porridge. Lu Li sat on the sofa beside the bed with the porridge in his hands, and handed the porridge bowl to Shen Jiming with his arms bent.

Stretching his neck, Shen Jiming leaned forward, scooped up a spoonful of porridge with the spoon, and poured half of it into the bowl before it reached his mouth.

Shen Jiming frowned slightly, put the spoon in the bowl, grabbed the edge of the bowl and brought it to his mouth.

Lu Li was so scared that he quickly snatched the bowl of porridge back, "This porridge is so hot, how dare you drink it directly from the bowl?"

Shen Jiming's answer was straightforward, "I'm hungry and want to drink quickly, but you won't feed me."

"Shall I feed you the head office?" Lu Li could only reluctantly hold the bowl in his left hand and feed porridge to Shen Jiming with a spoon in his right.

The porridge was very hot, so Lu Li held the spoon and stirred it back and forth in the bowl, wanting to wait until the porridge was completely warm before feeding it to Shen Jiming.

Shen Jiming looked down at Lu Li's hand and complained, "How about feeding me the porridge? How long do you want to stir?"

Disliked by his good intentions, Lu Li immediately exploded, took a spoonful and stuffed it into Shen Jiming's mouth forcefully, "..." You'll be scalded to death.

Shen Jiming sighed expressionlessly, "The taste is not bad."

You are not afraid of being hot, are you?

Lu Li took a spoonful of the hottest porridge from the bottom of the bowl and fed it to Shen Jiming, and Shen Jiming was bored again.

Lu Li didn't believe that Shen Jiming was really not afraid of being scalded, so he fed Shen Jiming porridge spoonful after spoonful at a fast speed.Shen Jiming kept silent, didn't even frown, and praised Lu Li after finishing, "You feed really well, you are much more proficient than Qiu Bai. When you can't provide me with inspiration, stay at Shen's house and be my servant." How about it?"

Lu Li: "..." I really wanted to put the bowl on Shen Jiming's head.

After finishing the second bottle of IV, Shen Jiming refused to stay here any longer, changed his clothes and wanted to go back to the villa.

The crowd couldn't keep him, so they had to follow Qiu Bai and take Shen Jiming downstairs, watching Qiu Bai help Shen Jiming to the door of the car.

Qiu Bai wanted to help Shen Jiming into the car, but Shen Jiming refused to move, "Master, what's wrong?"

Shen Jiming turned to look at Lu Li who was standing with the others, "Lu Li, you get in the car first."

After Lu Li got into the car, Shen Jiming followed and sat next to him.

The car started to move, and Shen Jiming leaned against the car door and muttered, "I thought you didn't want to go back with me."

Lu Li: "..." Is there still time for him to get out of the car?

Forget it, Shen Jiming promised that he would not take up his working time anymore, he had no reason to leave Shen's house.

Back at the villa, Shen Jiming refused to go back to his room to rest, and insisted on going to the studio to work, no one persuaded him.Fortunately, he gave Lu Li time to eat and rest, and told Lu Li to go to the studio to find him later.

Before leaving, Lu Li told Shen Jiming, "You still have a fever, so don't take off your clothes and write something, at least put on some clothes."

Shen Jiming thanked earnestly, "Thank you, but that's my way of creating, and I don't want to change it yet."

Lu Li didn't speak any more, and was led by his servants to the restaurant for dinner.

Under Qiu Bai's urging, Lu Li ate like a war, and within 10 minutes, Qiu Bai pushed him upstairs to the door of Shen Jiming's studio.

Qiu Bai held the tray with the new shorts, "Mr. Lu, the young master may faint at any moment, I beg you to quickly change into the shorts and go in."

Lu Li said while taking off his clothes, "Shen Jiming doesn't faint so easily."

Lu Li opened the door and walked in, then closed the door without looking back.

In fact, the difference between Shen Jiming who is sick and Shen Jiming who is not sick is quite big.

Usually, Shen Jiming looked up at Lu Li, bowed his head to write for a few minutes, looked up again at Lu Li, bowed his head to write for a few minutes, and repeated this cycle.But today was different. Ever since Lu Li entered the door, Shen Jiming had been staring up at Lu Li, never looking down at the open book in front of him while writing.When you finish writing a page, turn the page and continue writing.

Shen Jiming used to like to write for a while and ordered Lu Li to change his look. Today, Lu Li sat on the high stool for more than an hour, and Shen Jiming didn't even say a word to him.

Lu Li was tired from sitting, so he stood up and walked around.

Shen Jiming didn't say anything when he saw it, his eyes followed Lu Li's figure.

The two of them walked away like this, Shen Jiming wrote, and didn't stop until dinner time.

After dinner, Lu Li and Shen Jiming stayed together in the studio until ten o'clock, and then went back to their respective rooms to sleep.

"Boom boom boom——"

Lu Li had just fallen asleep when he was awakened by a knock on the door.

Lu Li put on his slippers, moved to the door and opened it for people outside.

Shen Jiming was standing outside the door in pajamas with a pillow in his arms, with a serious expression on his face.

Lu Li asked suspiciously, "Why did you come to see me?"

Shen Jiming held the pillow in his arms tightly and said, "I want to sleep with you."

"Dreaming!" Lu Li took a step back in a defensive posture, "You said a few days ago that the day I climbed into your bed was the day I would die."

Shen Jiming explained: "There is a big difference between me crawling on your bed and you crawling on mine, and I won't touch you."