The little wolf dog of the actor's house

Zhuo Qingfan really felt unable to hold on.

He suddenly felt that he seemed to have lived in a fictional world for more than 20 years.

He is like an ignorant clown, being manipulated invisibly.

He couldn't see Fu Yiheng's ulterior motives, nor could he see Fu Yunyi's inner imagination.

He's a loser, a complete loser, and he deserves to be bullied.

Seeing the entanglement and pain flashing in the man's eyes, Qiao Xiaonan became more and more worried. He leaned into the man's arms and hugged the man's waist and said, "Dad, just smile, don't scare Xiao Nan, I don't want to see you like this."

Zhuo Qingfan's throat tightened, he lowered his head against the child's small forehead, and said softly: "I'm fine, son, don't worry, Dad still has you, I won't fall down."

Just watch Xiaonan.

From now on, only Xiao Nan will be enough in his life.

Zhuo Qingfan started to have a fever as soon as he got home.

Yesterday was his first time, and Fu Yunyi was too unrestrained, and the things inside were not cleaned, so his body had an abnormal temperature.

At first it was a low-grade fever, over 37 degrees, but Zhuo Qingfan was too lazy to take medicine and didn't want to see a doctor, so he took a shower, cleaned himself thoroughly, and slept on the bed covered with a quilt.

Regardless of the consequences, the temperature is getting higher and higher, from low temperature to high temperature of more than 39 degrees.

Qiao Xiaonan stayed by Zhuo Qingfan's side all the time, either stretching the quilt for him, or wiping his forehead with a cold towel.

However, seeing the man getting weaker and weaker, the child finally couldn't hold it anymore, and sat on the small bench beside the bed and cried out loudly: "Dad, what should I do, it's getting hotter and hotter when I touch you!" Yes, I'm afraid, I'm afraid you'll die."

"Xiao Nan, cough!" Zhuo Qingfan sat up with his dizzy head on his back, rubbed the child's head and said, "Don't be afraid, Dad is fine, just a small cold, be good, go and help me clean the bedroom. Bring the antipyretics."

Upon hearing this, the child quickly wiped away tears, stood up from the chair, and ran to the bedroom to get the medicine.

After taking two antipyretics and resting with his eyes closed for a while, Zhuo Qingfan got off the bed, put on his slippers, and went to the kitchen to make lunch for Qiao Xiaonan.

The child has to eat, and he can't lie down all the time. Now he is Qiao Xiaonan's only support. If he lies down, Qiao Xiaonan will be afraid.

Zhuo Qingfan thought he could handle it, but when he went to the kitchen to pick up the pot, he realized that he was overwhelmed.

High fever, physical and mental exhaustion, plus the powerful sleeping effect of those two antipyretics.

Zhuo Qingfan only felt his eyes go dark, and then the "pot" fell to the ground with a bang, and his body fell limply.

"Father!" The last thing he heard was Qiao Xiaonan's panicked cry.

As soon as Zhuo Qingfan woke up, he smelled the sweet aroma of malt porridge. He felt much lighter, his fever seemed to subside, and his mind was no longer heavy like a stone.

Zhuo Qingfan turned his head to look out of the window, the curtains were drawn, and the light outside was dim, as if the sky had already darkened.

Zhuo Qingfan turned his head and stared at the ceiling in a daze for a while, and Qiao Xiaonan's shout before he passed out suddenly flashed in his ears, the man suddenly recovered himself and sat up on the bed, shouting anxiously: "Xiao Nan! Xiao Nan!"

"Father!" Qiao Xiaonan ran out of the kitchen, threw herself into Zhuo Qingfan's arms with short legs, and said, "Dad, I'm here, don't worry."

Zhuo Qingfan breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed the child's head with lingering fear, hugged him tightly and said, "It's alright, alright, you're fine."

After hugging for a while, Zhuo Qingfan frowned and asked, "Xiao Nan, how did I get on the bed?"

He passed out at twelve o'clock in the noon, and it's already evening now,

Qiao Xiaonan was left alone for four hours. He couldn't imagine how a four or five-year-old child could survive these four hours while guarding a comatose adult.

"I didn't hug him." Qiao Xiaonan explained with his head up, "It was a sister who helped Dad up and put him on the bed."

"elder sister?"

"Correct."

While talking, a delicate girl's voice suddenly came from the door of the bedroom: "Mr. Zhuo, you are awake."

Zhuo Qingfan turned his head quickly.

Only then did I see Li Yanbing wearing a pink apron, holding a bowl of porridge, and standing at the door with a big smile on her face.

Zhuo Qingfan's eyes widened, and he said in astonishment: "Yan Bing......"

"I'm surprised." The girl smiled, took off her apron, put the porridge in her hand on the bedside table, walked to Zhuo Qingfan's bed and sat down, pulled the quilt for the man and said, "Mr. I don’t know, you almost scared me to death. As soon as I arrived at your house, I saw you fainted in the kitchen, and the little cutie next to you was still holding you and crying. That scene almost scared me out of myocardial infarction... .”

"Yan Bing." Zhuo Qingfan broke into a laugh, and interrupted the girl's thoughts: "Why are you here today?"

"I came to see you." Li Yanbing pursed her lips and said a little aggrieved, "Since the drama with Fu Yunyi was finished, you have never contacted me again, and you have not responded to the text messages I sent you. You don't answer the phone, I'm in a bad mood today, I really want to talk to you, so I came to your house to find you on impulse."

Zhuo Qingfan frowned with self-blame and said, "I'm sorry, I've been too busy recently, maybe I didn't see your text message."

In fact, he did not return on purpose.

Li Yanbing liked him, he knew it in his heart, but he couldn't give this girl the same emotional response.

If you can't respond, you can only cool her down.

Not entangled, not ambiguous, is the best way to treat this girl.

"It's okay." Li Yanbing's tone softened, and she said with a smile, "I know you're busy, so I came to see you in person."

Zhuo Qingfan sighed, and said sincerely: "Yan Bing, I really thank you today, if it wasn't for you, I really don't know what would have happened."

Li Yanbing's complexion changed, she suppressed the smile on her face, and said with feigned anger: "Mr. Zhuo, speaking of this, I have to nag you a few words. You said you had a fever and didn't go to the doctor, but you even ran to the kitchen Cooking, you really think your body is made of iron, you don't know, how scared this little cutie is."