The God of Wealth is crazy! [Entertainment]

Lin Qian was stuffed under the quilt for a few minutes, feeling that the heat was unbearable, but the air conditioner in the room was on.

It was because he was so excited in his heart that he didn't know how to calm himself down.

Yin Yue always said that he was very handsome in the show. Lin Qian knew what handsome meant. He felt that Fu Yan, who protected him like this, was very handsome.

Thighs... the most handsome!

Lin Qian poked his head out slowly from under the quilt, touched the remote control of the air conditioner from the table, turned down the air conditioner a little, and retracted it back under the quilt, shrinking into a ball.

Lin Qian patted his hot face and checked the time. It was almost eleven o'clock, so let's go to bed.

He told himself that he was going to sleep, but he still couldn't help thinking of Fu Yan's appearance in his mind. Fu Yan was really pretty, he was the most beautiful person he had seen in this time and space.

Lin Qian felt that this was not good for him. He wanted to take a good rest. He had been busy all day, and he was indeed a little tired. But as an artist, his face was very important to them. Every time his brother saw him, he went to bed late. , and told him that he doesn't care what he wants now, he can only use his face to deceive the little girl. For his own face, Lin Qian is going to sleep well.

The God of Wealth who listens to his elder brother is a good God of Wealth.

Lin Qian emptied his mind, expelled Fu Yan's good-looking face, replaced it with his own dream of the God of Wealth, and fell asleep after a while.

He fell asleep, but Fu Yan's side was not so good, Fu Yan's manager was arguing with Fu Yan.

"Fu Yan, you did a little too much this time... That marketing account has also increased Lin Qian's popularity. How do you make others see it? Your fans won't be able to see it, but others will follow the vine..."

Fu Yan looked at his manager's anxious look, and said calmly: "Don't you think I need to transform?"

Fu Yan's manager was startled, looked at Fu Yan in disbelief and said, "You really think it over?"

Fu Yan said softly: "Yes."

"But……"

"It's nothing but the last time I transformed, I left the capable faction, but I still have stronger ambitions. I am a competent actor, but that doesn't mean I will always be a competent actor." Fu Yan narrowed his eyes and said.

So what if he got the actor?Now he is the youngest actor, but more and more newcomers will surpass him and break his record. What he wants to do is not limited to filming.

He wants to be a stronger person.

"Is it because of Lin Qian?" Fu Yan's manager asked cautiously.

Fu Yan chuckled, not all, he had already had this idea, it was just ahead of schedule.

After re-reading the chat records between Lin Qian and himself, Fu Yan curled his lips, he will properly cover the person who wants to hug his thigh in the future.

He was a person who was blessed by the God of Wealth that Lin Qian personally admitted.

When Lin Qian woke up in the morning, he felt very uncomfortable. He didn't want to get up at all, so he couldn't help staying in bed for a while.

Lin Jin didn't go to work today, so he made breakfast for him. Seeing that Lin Qian couldn't get up, he thought that Lin Qian was exhausted yesterday. He was about to go into Lin Qian's room to see what was going on. The incoming air-conditioning froze.

Lin Jin stared at the number 18 displayed on the air conditioner with a dark face. Oh, his brother, why is he being self-willed again and acting up again? It's really worrying.

Seeing that Lin Qian's expression was not right, Lin Jin touched Lin Qian's forehead. It was very hot. He turned to the thermometer and took Lin Qian's temperature. It was 38.5°, and he had a fever...

"Brother...it's hard..." Lin Qian whispered.

Why is my brother's face so dark? Did he feel unhappy by lying in bed?

Lin Jin said expressionlessly, "Of course it's uncomfortable, you have a fever."

Lin Qian let out an "oh", took out his mobile phone and googled what it means to have a fever, which means a high temperature.

The time and space are different, and the names are different.

Fortunately, his title of God of Wealth has not changed. If he was given a name like "Balala Little Demon Fairy" as Yin Yue said, he might be pissed to death.

Still the name God of Wealth sounds good.

He still played with his mobile phone when he was sick, Lin Jin snatched Lin Qian's mobile phone, and said to him, "There is no medicine at home, you stay well, I will go to the infirmary of the community to get you some medicine."

Lin Qian nodded slowly and said, "Thank you brother."

Lin Qian's obedient appearance made Lin Jin smile again. Lin Jin threw Lin Qian's mobile phone on the table, closed the door and went to buy medicine for Lin Qian.

Lin Qian waited for a few minutes, then heard the sound of a car starting outside, and slowly took out his phone.

How can you give up your mobile phone?

Cell phones are so fun.

Lin Qian just saw that his agent had called him a lot, and for some reason, he remembered that nothing happened, so he called back.

"Lin Qian, why are you answering the phone now?" Chen Chen asked.

Lin Qian sneezed and said softly, "I have a fever."

Sure enough, it can't be compared with when he was a descendant of God, he will get sick now.

Chen Chen said helplessly: "Okay, take care of yourself, the day after tomorrow is the opening ceremony of the TV series Warm Sun Blossoms you accepted, you remember the past, I called you to inform you of this, I didn't expect you never answered ..."

Lin Qian apologized, "I turned the volume to mute, so I didn't hear it."

"It's okay, you can post a Weibo later, tell your fans that you are sick, and check your presence." Chen Chen suggested.

"Okay." Lin Qian agreed.

After hanging up the manager's phone, Lin Qian always felt that it was weird to post on Weibo when he was sick, so he checked Fu Yan's Weibo.

Fu Yan's Weibo never contained anything about illness. Lin Qian went to Yin Yue's Weibo again. Yin Yue...he would post every little thing on Weibo, and he seemed extremely delicate.

Lin Qian felt that it was better for him. Later, his brother would definitely give him that kind of Chinese medicine that made him cry. If it was Yin Yue, he would definitely make trouble.

Lin Qian thought about it for a while, let's post it, seeing that Yin Yue's fans feel sorry for him, but Lin Qian always feels that he can't post it so directly, he should be more tactful.

Lin Qian: It turns out that the meaning of fever is this.

Very tactful.

Those who don't know what temperature means must check it out, so that they can guess that they have a fever.

Lin Qian waited for a long time, but he didn't see Yin Yue's comment area changed to "rest well, don't work too hard", "distressed"... only a few hands-on people were asking, what is the temperature of the disease? mean?

After asking for a while, no one answered them.

The rest were Fu Yan's fans who told him that they were surrounded by Fu Yan in the program group, and everyone happily recorded the program together.

Humph.

We are very happy to record the program, because you think too much.

Always seeing what he didn't want to see, Lin Qian had no choice but to throw his phone on the table again. His thoughts were not on the same level as people in this world.

When Lin Jin came in, Lin Qian was lying on the bed with a speechless expression on his face, his phone was still on the table, as expected, his younger brother still listened to him very much.

"Go brush your teeth and wash your face, and take medicine after meals." Lin Jin said.

Lin Qian got up, obediently went to brush his teeth, wash his face, eat breakfast, and then obediently sat on the chair and waited for Lin Jin to give him bitter Chinese medicine.

Unexpectedly, Lin Jin brought him a few pills and a glass of water, Lin Qian said, "You don't forget how to take the medicine, do you?"

Lin Qian nodded obediently, he really didn't remember.

Lin Jin was very helpless, he couldn't show Lin Qian how to take medicine by himself, he felt that a mature adult couldn't do such a thing.

He threw Lin Qian's cell phone to him and said, "Don't you like Baidu? Check it yourself?"

Lin Qian reached out to take his phone, and saw the phone's breathing light blinking, did anyone send him a message?

He opened it and saw that it was Fu Yanfa's message.

Fu Yan: I have a fever

Lin Qian felt that he was the Maxima at the moment, and Fu Yan was his bole. Sure enough, Fu Yan understood what he meant, and he was completely different from his fans.

Thighs are thighs.

It has connotation and depth.

The author has something to say: Lin Qian: Thigh, I’m sick

Fu Yan: What should I say?Drink more hot water?

Lin Qian: Don’t need hot water, just money, you can pay

Fu Yan: ...