Hello Feng Moyan

By the time the program finished recording, it was already [-]:[-] in the evening.

The people inside came out one after another.

Feng Moyan was the last one to come out.

Zhou Nian picked up the clothes on the stool and put them on for him.

You don't look very well, did something happen to the interview inside?

Feng Moyan took the clothes and walked over without saying a word.

Zhou Nian froze in place, and then he remembered that Feng Moyan didn't hide just now, whenever he got close to him these days, he felt like a thunderbolt.Today, I didn't even hide.

While in the car, Feng Moyan kept his eyes closed.

Zhou Nian was on the side, frowning at him, but didn't speak.

Along the way, both of them were silent, only the changing colors outside the window.

After entering the room, Feng Moyan said coldly to the people behind.

Okay, we're here, you go back.

Feng Moyan took off his coat, loosened his scarf, and walked into the room wearily.

go back?

Zhou Nian stood at the back, looked at him angrily, stepped forward and pulled the 1.8-meter figure beside him, and pushed him down on the bed.

Normally, that person would have suppressed him with a counterpressure, but this time there was no resistance.

Feng Moyan, don't tell me in advance that you are not feeling well!

Zhou Nian took off Feng Moyan's coat and shoes, and covered them with a thick quilt.

I just like to hang on there, what if I faint?

Feng Moyan fell on the bed without struggling, and just let Zhou Nian do it there. It took him too much effort to walk back just now. Now, he has no energy to argue with the people around him. .

Don't worry, you won't die!

Feng Moyan said with a pale face, a little weakly.

Zhou Nian stopped his busy hands, glanced at him, and said.

Are you still a child, such a grown-up person who doesn't know how to take care of himself.

Feng Moyan turned his head and said nothing.

You sleep for a while, I'll make you some porridge.

Zhou Nian tucked in the quilt beside him, and raised the pillow a bit higher.

Feng Moyan looked at the figure busy in front of him, and gradually fell into the darkness.

Even though Zhou Nian took care of her all day at night, when she woke up the next day, Feng Moyan was still in a bad state.

38.9 degrees.

Zhou Nian frowned and looked at the thermometer.

After thinking about it, I still called Ji Hongyue.

Sister Jiang, Feng Moyan's condition is not very good, he has been running a fever.Can I ask him for a day off today?

Ji Hongyue took the document and sneered.

The attitude was not very arrogant a few days ago, this guy also has today!

But sarcasm is sarcasm, if something happened to him, it would be very troublesome.

Alright, I'll push back some activities for him, and let him take care of him at home today.

When Zhou Nian hung up the phone, he looked at the sick Uncle Feng on the bed.

Even if you are sick, your appearance is also beautiful.

Feng Moyan was in a drowsy state, sleeping until evening.

Zhou Nian was busy making ginger tea in the kitchen, when he turned around, he was really startled when he saw the person standing behind him.

How did you get up.

After finishing speaking, he touched his forehead, and finally the fever subsided.

Feng Moyan didn't hide, and let him measure it there.

OK, it's much better.what are you burning

Ginger soup is good for dispelling cold.Give.

After speaking, he handed Feng Moyan a bowl.

Feng Moyan took a look at the bowl, took it, sat in the living room, and drank it.

Seeing Zhou Nian packing up his things, Feng Moyan said, what are you doing.

Oh, I packed up and got ready to go back later.

……

Feng Moyan frowned and looked at his watch.

It is now past 9 o'clock in the evening, and it is still raining outside.

Uh, it's okay, I can just run a few steps.

Feng Moyan walked over, cut off his things, and threw them on the sofa.

Sleep here today.

but……

To shut up.

……

the next day.

morning.Why are your dark circles so heavy?

Zhou Nian picked up a bowl and looked at Feng Moyan strangely.

Did you not sleep well yesterday?

Maybe.

Feng Moyan looked at him and responded perfunctorily.

He wouldn't tell him that he tucked someone up three times in the middle of the night last night.