Mr. Fu has a white moonlight in his heart

When Mei Junyu woke up, she was still in a daze, but when she woke up a little bit, she immediately remembered what happened today.

Recalling what some nurses said in the elevator today, Mei Junhe immediately pulled out the needle still stuck in the back of his hand, and then ran towards the bathroom in the ward covering his mouth.

Mei Junhe walked too hastily, and did not notice Nan Yiran who was lying asleep beside her bed.

Nan Yiran was woken up, and before he could react, Mei Junyu had already rushed into the bathroom.

Thinking of what the doctor said this afternoon, Nan Yiran's heart trembled, and then he immediately stood up and walked into the bathroom, first patted Mei Junyu on the back, and then hugged her into his arms with a strong and gentle gesture, The soft voice comforted but with some strong meaning: "Okay, don't think about it, you can't think about it anymore."

The doctor said that Mei Junhe's fainting this afternoon was due to the blow he received too much. If he could wake up, there would be nothing wrong. However, if he woke up and had physiological vomiting, he needed to be careful not to make the patient think too much .

At that time, Nan Yiran thought that the doctor was exaggerating. After all, in Nan Yiran's impression, Mei Jun was optimistic and strong, and nothing could defeat her.

But now Nan Yiran has to pay attention to what is such a big blow to Mei Jun.

After all, he is an author who has written novels and scripts for many years, and he still has some experience in grasping people's psychology. Nan Yiran knows in his heart that it is best to give Mei Jun a little sense of security at this time.

Therefore, Nan Yiran stepped forward and hugged Mei Junyu, wanting to use his own body temperature to give Mei Junyu a sense of security.

Mei Junyu felt better after being exposed to human body temperature and the familiar voice, subconsciously glanced at the person who was embracing her from behind, Mei Junyu was a little stunned, and there was some doubt in her voice: "Nan... Screenwriter Nan? "

Nan Yiran saw that Mei Junyu was a little more awake, and felt relieved a little, then stroked Mei Junyu's hair: "Yes, it's me, are you okay?"

Mei Junyu was a little uncomfortable with being so close to Nan Yiran, subconsciously retreated, and then realized that his actions were a little impolite, pursed his lips and tried to smile: "I'm fine, thank you, screenwriter Nan .”

Nan Yiran looked at Mei Junyu's eyes for a moment, then subconsciously stretched out his hand to cover Mei Junyu's eyes, and said in a slow, sad voice, "Don't laugh."

Although Mei Junyu was smiling, Nan Yiran saw an indescribable sadness in his eyes.

And with the sadness of having to accept fate after going through all the pain.

Nan Yiran wanted to surround Mei Junyu and ask him what happened to make Mei Junyu, who had always been optimistic, become like this, but he knew that now was definitely not a good time, so he could only half-help and half-hug him to get him back. After getting on the bed, she first poured a cup of warm water from the hot water dispenser on the bed and handed it to Mei Junyu, and then put the trash can near the bed: "Come on, rinse your mouth."

Mei Junyu took the hot water handed over by Nan Yiran with some embarrassment, and then rinsed his mouth.

Mei Junhe just sat up straight and wanted to thank him, but Nan Yiran had already rang the bell beside the bed, called the nurse into the room, and gave Mei Junhe the injection again.

During this process, Mei Junyu was in a daze until a little pain came from the back of his hand before recovering, and smiled apologetically at Nan Yiran.

Nan Yiran's heart was already very sour, but at this moment, he couldn't tell what it was like, as if someone had directly stuffed ten lemons into it.

Sour to bitter.

It was already past four o'clock in the middle of the night, and Mei Junhe took a look at his phone, only to realize that he had slept for six or seven hours.

Involuntarily thinking of Fu Tong who was still in the ward, Mei Junyu couldn't help but feel a churning in his stomach.

Picking up the hot water that Nan Yiran just put on the bedside table, Mei Junyu took a sip and suppressed it, and then laughed at himself, why does Mr. Fu need his own care?

After Nan Yiran took care of everything, he turned around and saw the self-deprecating smile on Mei Junhe's face. He sighed helplessly, stepped forward, covered Mei Junhe's quilt, and then Use a soft tone to coax the child: "Okay, go to sleep, can we talk about everything after waking up?"

Mei Jun and Huo Trance suddenly felt that this voice was very familiar, but after taking a look at Nan Yiran, they shook their heads slightly, maybe it was their own illusion, how could they think that Director Nan had met him before?

They obviously just met today, and they just met each other.

With all kinds of things in his mind, Mei Junyu also felt a sense of drowsiness swept over him, and Mei Junyu really fell asleep slowly.

When Mei Junyu woke up the next day, her overall condition was much better than last night. The ward was temporarily empty, so Mei Junyu sat up and wanted to go to the bathroom to wash her face.

As soon as he put on the slippers, the door was pushed open from the outside, and it was Nan Yiran who came in, holding hot fried dough sticks and soy milk in his hand, Mei Junyu thought Nan Yiran had already left.

After all, Mei Junyu didn't expect Nan Yiran to stay after taking care of someone who was regarded as a stranger all night.

Nan Yiran frowned when he saw Mei Junyu's stunned movement, then smiled softly, stepped forward, and put the breakfast on the bedside cabinet: "Are you awake? Are you sleeping well?" ? What do you need now?"

Questions were asked one by one, but they were not in a hurry. Mei Junhe unconsciously let go of his defenses, and then pointed to the breakfast and answered one by one: "Well, I slept well, you are going out to buy breakfast. Is it? I want to wash my face and brush my teeth now, there is still something to do in the crew today, I don't want to be late."

Nan Yiran didn't expect that although Mei Junyu was already in this state, he still wanted to go out to work, so he turned around and took out some toiletries from a bag behind the breakfast, all of which were unopened: "Just wash here Well, it’s definitely not close for you to go home now. I was going to ask the director for leave from the production team today. There are some parts of the script that I disagree with the director, so if I don’t go today, the production team will not be able to start work. Look at WeChat The group should have been notified."

Mei Junhe took a look at the phone, it is true that the director notified today's crew that the progress of today's production will be postponed, it doesn't matter if they come or not, Mei Junhe pursed his lower lip, and then said to Nan Yiran very seriously One sentence: "Thank you."

Nan Yiran was taken aback by such a sentence, and after realizing it, he rubbed Mei Junyu's head helplessly: "You, do you really not remember me?"

Mei Junyu did not expect that Nan Yiran would suddenly make such an intimate gesture. Hearing Nan Yiran's words, his memory seemed to be opened like a floodgate, and all the memories about Nan Yiran flooded in.