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Ji Zuo's back is very wide, leaning on his back is like sleeping on his shoulder, which makes people feel very safe.

Maybe it was because there was finally something to support him. When Wang Ping lay on Ji Zuo's back and leaned on his shoulder, he felt the dizziness that had been going on all day suddenly improved a lot.

Wang Ping closed his eyes, feeling that Ji Zuo's strong hands supported his legs, and he walked steadily forward.

"Am I heavy?" Wang Ping leaned on Ji Zou's ear and asked softly.

"Not heavy." Ji Zou replied casually, "Not at all."

Ji said as he walked, carefully avoiding a small pit in front of him.

Not heavy at all.Ji walked in his heart and said.Except in my heart.

Ji walked to carry his most important baby on his back, afraid of a little bumps and a little discomfort for him.

Wang Ping had a fever and was exhausted, lying on Ji Zuo's back, and slid down unconsciously; Ji Zou gently lifted Wang Ping, who had slipped, onto his back.

Almost all movements brought almost no bumps, Wang Ping had a fever and dizziness, but he didn't feel any additional discomfort.

"If it grows a few more catties, it will still be able to carry you." Ji Zuo said suddenly.

Wang Ping opened his eyes, and after listening to Ji Zou's words, he laughed: "If I grow a few more pounds, Turnon's stage won't be able to accommodate me."

Wang Ping put all his weight on Ji Zuo more at ease, lay on his back, and closed his eyes.

Before closing the eyes, a small piece of broken light breaks through the cloud and falls; the alley is narrow, and the length seems to be infinitely extended.

And Ji Zuo can carry his cherished person on his back and keep walking.

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"Yo? What's going on? Why did you carry it back?"

Wang Ping was really uncomfortable, and fell asleep with such a short distance on Ji Zuo's back, and didn't wake up until he heard the voice of his makeup artist.

Before Wang Ping had time to explain, Ji Zuo said calmly: "I lost the bet, so I have to carry him to remove makeup."

Makeup artist: "..."

The makeup artist didn't believe Ji Zuo's nonsense, so he stretched out his hand and poked Wang Ping's head—it was so hot that he could roast chestnuts.

"Are you fooling a child? Film King—no wonder, when I touch up your makeup for the last time, my face feels hot when I touch it."

As the makeup artist said, she walked over and bent the chair into an obtuse angle.

"Come over and lie down after changing your clothes." The makeup artist said, "Today, I will be treated as a VIP, and I will remove your make-up and hair while lying down."

In fact, it would be inconvenient for the makeup artist to remove makeup while lying down, but Wang Ping's brain is already burnt out, and he can only do what others arrange for him to do.

Wang Ping was dragged by Ji Zou to change his clothes, came to lie down on the chair, closed his eyes, the makeup artist hadn't played with his face for a long time, Wang Ping's consciousness had drifted away.

Wang Ping felt that someone put the down jacket on him. After the make-up artist stopped touching his head and face, that person pulled him up with the clothes on his back, and took him to the car. .

Wang Ping knew that the person pulling him was Ji Zuo, so he didn't open his eyes, and let him lead him away.

After getting in the car, Wang Ping unceremoniously occupied Ji Zou's shoulder. After a while, he was still uncomfortable lying down, so he just lay down on Ji Zou's lap.

A long down jacket was draped over the actor's lap, like a comfortable pillow. Wang Ping rolled up the down jacket and leaned on it steadily.

Ji Zuo's eyes dimmed a few times, he sighed, put his hand on Wang Ping's back, and patted him lightly.

The car swayed just right, and there was still someone on his back. Wang Ping fell asleep quickly. He had a fever and couldn't sleep well. He woke up several times, but the car still didn't stop.

Is the way to the dormitory so long...?

Although Wang Ping was a little strange, he didn't open his eyes to look at the road—maybe because he was sick and his perception of time became worse, so he felt that the road was long.

Wang Ping was half asleep and half awake, shaking with the car for a long time, when the car stopped suddenly, Ji Zuo patted him on the back.

"Brother Wang Ping, we're here."

Wang Ping opened his eyes softly, and looked out of the car window - he didn't see the familiar dormitory building, but saw the red cross sign with a large line next to it - "The Third People's Hospital."

Wang Ping's eyes widened in horror.

Wang Ping, who was still on Ji Zou's lap just now, got up with hands and feet, threw a pillow to separate himself from Ji Zou, leaned his back against the car door, his eyes were terrified and determined.

"Ji Zou! You murdered your own brother! I won't go to the hospital!"

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Ji Zuo thought that Wang Ping might be uncomfortable on the road, so he used him as a pillow all the way; he also thought that Wang Ping might suddenly have a severe fever, so he kept secretly taking the temperature of his neck.

But never thought... Wang Ping was actually afraid of going to the hospital.

"Why don't you go to the hospital?" Ji Zuo moved the pillow away and asked patiently.

"There's no reason, I don't want to." Wang Ping turned his face away, grabbed the pillow again, and placed it between the two of them.

This is an attitude of nonviolent noncooperation.

If it's something else, Ji Zuo can forget it, but with such a high fever, it's not just a matter of just taking two pills to suppress it.

Ji Zou thought for a while, raised his eyes, and stared at Wang Ping with a pitiful look: "But... I am very worried about you, Brother Wang Ping."

Wang Ping: "..."

Ji Zou is gambling, he knows that Wang Ping is a good person, and he can handle sad things by himself, but he can't handle the kindness of others to him.

"I..." Sure enough, Wang Ping's tone softened instantly, and he grabbed the pillow between the two of them into his arms.

Wang Ping lowered his head and grabbed the pillow, then bargained with Ji Zuo: "No injections, no infusions, no hospitalization..."

"Okay." Ji Zuo readily agreed - no matter what, let's cheat in first and then talk about it. Is it up to Brother Wang Ping whether to get an injection or not?

Hearing Ji Zuo's agreement, Wang Ping stuffed the pillow in his back to his waist and buttoned up his clothes.

Ji Zuo breathed a sigh of relief, just as he opened the car door and was about to get out of the car, his sleeve was pulled.

Ji Zou turned his head, looked at Wang Ping with his hands raised, and said in a low voice, "Back..."

Wang Ping raised his hands, his eyes glowed with burning water, and his voice was soft and hoarse.

It looks pitiful, and it invites crime.

"Okay." Ji Zu immediately agreed, reaching out to pull up Wang Ping's hat to cover his flushed face, "but you have to cover your head."

"Why do you have to cover it up?" Wang Ping asked, tugging at his own drawstring.

"Because Yu Ji came with us." Ji Zuo patiently explained, "Look over there."

Wang Ping followed Ji Zuo's fingertips to look over, and sure enough, he saw a vehicle with a Beijing license plate - vaguely, he could see a person holding a SLR inside.

Wang Ping turned his head, glanced at Ji Zuo who was not covered by anything, and pulled his hair: "What about you?"

"I'm not afraid of being photographed." Ji Zuo said with a smile.

"Then I'm not afraid." Wang Ping took off his hat and said willfully, "I look better, and I'm not afraid of being photographed by Yuji."

The problem is not this problem, it's that he feels that the movie star of the gossip news tomorrow will be top-notch, and he is afraid that Wang Pingzi will not be able to make it through.

Since Wang Ping didn't mind, Ji Zuo had nothing to say, he jumped out of the car, turned his back, and motioned for Wang Ping to come up.

Wang Ping was already familiar with driving, so he lay on Ji Zuo's back and wrapped his arms around his neck.

"Is it stable?" Wang Ping asked.

"It's been pretty steady."

Ji Zuo put Wang Ping on his back, and walked steadily towards the hospital gate; Wang Ping lay on Ji Zuo's back, looked in the direction Ji Zuo pointed just now, and smiled at the camera pointed at him.

Facing the telephoto lens, Wang Ping said with his lips: "I have someone to recite - you don't."

After Wang Ping finished speaking, he proudly buried his head into Ji Zuo's neck and closed his eyes.

The paparazzi who was taking pictures slowly put down the lens.

"Brother." The paparazzi tugged at the boss next to him, and showed him the photo, "Let's open a CP station, isn't the prospect better than being a paparazzi?"

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"Ouch." When Wang Ping was carried into the emergency room by Ji, the doctor who was drinking tea couldn't help laughing, "Boys also need to be carried in."

Wang Ping's face turned red again in an instant. Fortunately, the doctor only laughed at his sentence, and came over with professional ethics to take his temperature with a mercury thermometer.

Five minutes later, the doctor took out the mercury thermometer, looked at the light, and frowned.

"Such a high fever." The doctor took out the alcohol to sterilize the thermometer, and then sat down to write the bill. "It's really worth memorizing it—go get a blood test first, and check the potassium by the way."

Sitting aside, Wang Ping turned pale when he heard the blood test.

At the blood test window, Wang Ping's face turned pale again when he saw the nurse take out the equipment for drawing venous blood.

"Doctor..." Wang Ping asked the nurse inside, "Can I stop taking blood?"

"Of course I have to take blood." The nurse couldn't help laughing, and easily applied medicine to Wang Ping's hand, "Aren't you afraid of taking blood at such an adult? It doesn't hurt at all."

How could it not hurt at all, Wang Ping had blood pricking many times before, and it hurt every time.

Wang Ping watched the nurse finish applying iodine, then wiped off the color with alcohol, and carefully looked for blood vessels on Wang Ping's arm.

Wang Ping's blood vessels were very clear, and he found them in two clicks. The nurse raised the blood-drawing needle and punctured Wang Ping's blood vessels.

Wang Ping closed his eyes, subconsciously dodging to the side.

Ji Zuo was standing next to him, and Wang Ping slammed into his stomach as soon as he dodged.

Wang Ping bumped into Ji Zou, his hand grabbed his down jacket, trembling slightly.

"Okay, okay." Ji Zou put his hand on Wang Ping's head, and patted the back of his head, "Don't be afraid, brother Wang Ping is brave."

Ji Zuo is like coaxing a child: "Be brave, be brave."

"Okay." The nurse looked at the scene of life and death outside the window, and she almost laughed. She labeled the tubes of blood, pressed the needle on the cotton, and waved her hand to indicate that the two of them could leave.

Wang Ping and Ji Zuo sat on the chairs aside, waiting for the inspection report.

At night, the hospital was quiet and empty. Wang Ping was wearing a down jacket and pressed his arm. After a while, he seemed to have finally recovered, and he said with lingering fear, "Ji Zou."

Ji Zuo turned to look at Wang Ping.

"Tell me, are you and I good friends?"

Ji Zuo thinks, most likely not.

"We are good friends." Wang Ping said firmly, "I will unite with me in a while, no injections, no infusions, and at most some medicine."

"It's a good friend." Ji Zuo smiled and said, "I promise you."

With Ji Zuo's guarantee, Wang Ping also gained some confidence. After taking the inspection report, Wang Ping didn't let Ji Zuo back, and walked into the doctor's office by himself.

The doctor looked at the results of the blood draw, heaved a sigh of relief, sat down with a smile and continued to make medical records: "It's not serious, no need for infusion, just get an injection and the fever subsides."

"No, no, doctor, I think I—"

"Okay, listen to the doctor."

Ji Zuo and Wang Ping's voices sounded at the same time.

Wang Ping looked at Ji Zou in disbelief, but Ji Zou had already taken the order from the doctor and was about to go out to pay the bill.

"Ji Zou!" Sitting on the bed, Wang Ping grabbed Ji Zou's wrist, glared at him, and said in a low voice, "You are a majestic actor, but you are a liar!"

"I was wrong, Brother Wang Ping." Ji Actor sincerely apologized, "I will reward you later, lollipop or ice cola?"

"It's not about sugar or Coca-Cola! It's about you lying to me!" Wang Ping would not be so easily entangled by Ji Goo.

"Then lollipop?" Ji Zu looked at the medicines on the list and asked Wang Ping with a smile.

Wang Ping was already angry—the pain of being betrayed after agreeing to be a good friend in the united front!Don't even think about buying it with cheap snacks!

Wang Ping turned to face the wall, ignoring Ji and leaving.

It's really pissed off.Ji Zuo sighed.Forget it, I'll buy both of them later, and let's take my time when I buy them.

Ji Zuo was about to go out to pay for snacks. The moment he raised his foot, he heard a muffled voice behind him: "Ice Coke..."

Wang Ping turned his back to Ji Zou, and repeated again: "I want to drink iced Coke."

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It's not a big deal if you can coax it with iced Coke.

After Ji Zuo paid the fee, the basket in his hand contained the medicine for Wang Ping's injection, and the bag contained ice coke, and he went in to arrest Wang Ping.

Wang Ping walked around in front of the nurse's station a few times, first walked into the toilet on the left side of the nurse's station, and then walked into the lounge on the right side of the nurse's station.

In the end, Ji Zuo coaxed that the medicine should not leave the freezer for too long, so Wang Ping reluctantly walked into the injection room.

Ji Zuo handed the medicine to the nurse, and the nurse closed the curtain, saw Ji Zuo still standing inside, raised her hand and waved: "If you are a friend, go out and wait."

An injection is a spanking, Ji Zuo knew it was to protect privacy, and just as he was about to go out, his hand was pulled.

"I don't want to be alone..." Wang Ping pulled Ji away, and looked at the nurse pleadingly, "Can you let him accompany me...?"

"Sister Nurse..."

Wang Ping is good-looking, and she is even more pitiful when she is sick and acting like a baby. Nurses don't follow stars, and they can't bear the suppression of this level of beauty.

"Okay." The nurse gave up the principle, "It's fine if you think it's okay—you can sit on that stool."

The stool for injection in the hospital is specially made, a bit like a combination of a table and a stool, and the table is for the patient to lie down on.

Wang Ping sat down and lay down on the table. Because of nervousness, he broke out in a little cold sweat, which lay softly on his forehead.

Ji walked around behind the table, raised his hand to straighten his wet forehead hair, and asked softly, "Are you afraid?"

The last time Wang Ping asked Ji Zuo to coerce and lure him, he said he was afraid.

This time, I don't know if it was because of illness or weakness, or other reasons, Wang Ping lay on the table, looked up at Ji Zou, and immediately said "hmm" honestly.

"Afraid of pain..." Wang Ping said softly.

Ji Zuo's heart was stirred slightly in an instant.

Wang Ping never yelled because of the pain in Wia, and now he was so frightened before the injection. It seemed that he was really scared.

The film king himself, who was coaxing people to get injections with ice-cola just now, almost gave up his principles and wanted to win Wang Ping out of his heart and say no more injections.

but.

But Ji Zuo just handed Wang Ping his hand.

Wang Ping glanced at Ji Zou lazily: "What do you mean?"

"Grab my hand." Ji Zuo said, "Pinch it if it hurts."

According to the book, the pain can be diverted. Wang Ping pinched his hand and diverted his attention, and the pain might disappear.

Wang Ping looked at the white and tender hands of his junior, smiled, put his hand on his palm, and patted it lightly.

"I don't pinch." Wang Ping said with a smile, "It's fine for me to suffer alone, why do I have to drag you together."

Wang Ping put his hand in Ji Zuo's palm, then pressed his face to the back of his hand, and closed his eyes nervously.

"I'm not afraid anymore." Wang Ping said, "It will be good if you stay with me."

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Wang Ping said that he was not afraid anymore, but when the nurse gave him an injection, he still couldn't help crying and howling. In the end, the nurse almost fainted from laughing, and the needle almost got stuck in his buttocks and could not be taken out.

The nurse threw away the needle and comforted Wang Ping with a suppressed smile: "It's okay, you are not the worst screamer, yesterday I met a patient who screamed worse than you."

Wang Ping, who was very ashamed, raised his head expectantly.

"However." The nurse giggled and added, "The patient is only three years old."

Wang Ping: "..."

Can this world be better! !

Wang Ping felt that the world was hostile to him, and this feeling reached its peak when he met Wu Guangji who was blocking him at the door.

After the makeup artist went back, after much deliberation, she still reported to the director about Wang Ping's high fever.

In fact, he didn't need to report, the beautiful CP station - oh no, the paparazzi, it was already posted in the next hour.

Wu Guangji recalled the situation of Wang Ping and Ji Zuo today, and confirmed that he was really sick and acted all day, and he never asked him, the director, for help.

The more Wu Guangji thought about it, the more angry he became, he bought a bunch of fruits and came to block people at Wang Ping's door.

Of course, the fruit should not be used to throw Wang Ping to death.

"You don't know how to tell when you're sick!" Wu Guangji caught Wang Ping and scolded him immediately, "Next time you get sick and don't know how to ask for leave, I'll cut all your scenes! I'll start filming from the beginning!"

...This is too cruel.

Wang Ping felt dizzy for a while.

Wang Ping had an injection, but he just started sweating, and felt numb for a while. Seeing that his actor was almost knocked out by his noise, Wu Guangji was startled, and quickly let him go back to his room to rest.

The film king who helped the evildoers was left behind to be criticized.

Ji Zuo stood at the door of Wang Ping, obediently listening to Wu Guangji's accusations from them privately slandering Wia to being sick, adding fuel and vinegar to at least [-] words, only to find out that the fruit was not given to Wang Ping, and angrily handed it to Ji Zuo Once lost, Wang Ping was granted a two-day leave, and then left.

Ji Zuo carried a bunch of fruits and Wang Ping's medicine, and walked back to the room dumbfounded.

Ji Zou put the fruit in the porch and the medicine on the tea table, and prepared to take a bath before going to find Wang Ping.

Ji Zuo took out his pajamas, walked into the shower room, and couldn't help feeling guilty while washing.

It must have been windy last night...that's why I suddenly had a fever.

Thinking about it, Ji Zuo squeezed the shower gel and rubbed his hair; he stuffed his head under the shower, and before he had washed it twice, he heard a sound at the door.

Ji Zou didn't want to care about it at first, but soon, there were two more knocks on the door.

Then, the knock on the door became more and more urgent.

... I don't know who is looking for me at this time.

Ji Zuo picked up the faucet to rinse off the foam on his head, pulled off the bath towel and wrapped it casually amid the increasingly anxious knocking on the door, and opened the door of the room.

Outside the door, Wang Ping had already changed into pajamas.

Because of the fever, the red color on his body spread from behind the ears to his neck, and almost all the places not covered by the bathrobe were pink.

Holding the hotel pillow in his hands, Wang Ping seemed to be exhausted. He leaned against the door frame and said softly, "Ji Zou...I don't want to live alone. Can I stay overnight?"

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