After rebirth, I just want to be a salted fish in love

Cheng Fang, "I haven't arranged for you yet, you still have six days of free time.

These days, though, you can't forget about work.Mr. Luo, I sent you a few e-books about acting, you can use these free time to study hard. "

Luo Jitang understood quickly, Xinxin said, "You mean, I don't have a job these days, and I just need to study hard at home?!"

Since he became angry, he hasn't had his own rest time. Now not only has his own rest time, but it's still six days.

This is just so damn fun!

Cheng Fang, "Not yet."

"Okay, thank you, Mr. Cheng!"

Luo Jitang's words could not conceal the slightest joy.

But, he hung up the phone, raised his eyelids, and faced three faces with the same question mark.

???

Luo Jitang asked in a daze, "What's the matter? Is there any problem?"

"Xiaotang, you, you, the new manager...are you...are you...learn how to be a good manager?"

Ye Qiu searched for all kinds of words in her mind, she really couldn't understand Cheng Fang's operation!

Luo Jitang was still very happy, "I think he is very good, he is the best manager."

"Xiaoqiu, what's wrong with you? I see you have a weird expression."

Ye Qiu shook his head in a daze, "To be honest, I don't know why. Anyway, I think his arrangement is weird."

"Yeah, it's really not normal."

At this time, He Chu looked at Qu Zhe who was still playing chess with Ye Lao, smiled knowingly, and agreed, "Uncle Qu said that artists who are generally on the rise in their careers lack exposure, which is a double loss for the company and the artist."

Luo Jitang didn't know this.But he doesn't care about these now.

For the rest of his life, he only wanted to care about whether he was comfortable or not.

"Are you going to take any important role next?" Ye Xialang asked suddenly.

Luo Jitang shook his head, "Cheng Fang didn't say anything."

"Forget it! It doesn't matter so much."

Luo Jitang finally had a few days of comfortable days, "It's not easy for me to have so many rest days, I must plan well."

"How nice, young man, don't go."

Ye Lao didn't know when the chess game was over, and walked over at some point, he put his arms around Luo Jitang's shoulders, "You guys spend more time here with Grandpa."

***

Luo Jitang and Ye Xialang are here to accompany Mr. Ye, and their days are very happy.

Every day, he and Mr. Ye would go to the market to pick up garbage, or bask in the sun and play chess together... Anyway, there was never a day when he met Ye Xialang.

Since that afternoon, when Ye Qiu, Qu Zhe, He Chu, and Ye Xialang joined Ye Lao for dinner, he seemed to have never seen Ye Xialang.

Three days later, Luo Jitang, who missed his lover more and more, finally couldn't help asking Ye Lao.

Ye Lao said in a secretive manner, "He sprained his ankle and needs to rest!"

"What, it's just a sprained foot..."

Luo Jitang thought for a while, then swallowed the words back.

As the saying goes, it takes a hundred days to hurt one's muscles and bones. Luo Jitang can't control the delicate grandchildren raised by others!

"Come on, kid, eat more too!" At this time, Ye Lao squinted his eyes, and put a bowl of dark soup that was said to be soup in front of Luo Jitang.

Luo Jitang sniffed it, and curled his lips, "Grandpa, what is this?"

Ye Lao chuckled, "Good stuff, great stuff."

"Big tonic?!"

After hearing this, Luo Jitang pushed out the decoction directly, "I don't need to make it up, but leave it to your grandson if you want to make it up."

Originally, he just said it casually, but Ye Lao smiled and pushed the soup bowl to him again, with a wicked smile, "My child, not only will I mend it for you, but I will also mend it for him."

"Um???"

Luo Jitang thought he had misunderstood, and asked again, "Grandpa, you, what do you mean?"

Ye Lao smiled mysteriously, but did not answer, but pushed the soup bowl towards Luo Jitang again.

Seeing Mr. Ye's kind and earnest smile, Luo Jitang's heart pounded.

Looking down at this bowl of black and not slippery food, I really dare not drink it.

He was embarrassed to refuse openly, and picked up the soup bowl with a smile, "Grandpa, my stomach is full now, I will take it back to the room, and I will drink it later!"

Ye Lao nodded, "Yeah, okay!"

Luo Jitang couldn't stay here any longer, so he left in a hurry with his soup bowl in hand.

Ye Lao is not only kind and amiable to Luo Jitang, but also caring and loving to his grandson. In the past few days, he has been looking for famous doctors for consultations. , Make up what should not be made up.

For example, this bowl of deer blood wine, which is sure to be cold, was forced to drink by Ye Xialang before the two of them met.

At that time, Ye Xialang was "released" and sent to Luo Jitang's resting place. Ye Xialang, who had just finished drinking deer blood wine, had been fed a little too much in the past few days, and there was blood in his nostrils, and he was hot rising.

Ye Xialang saw a paper towel beside the bed, and was holding the paper towel, unbuttoning his clothes with one hand to release the heat, and wiping his nosebleed with the other.

After pushing open the door of his own room, he glanced and saw Ye Xialang sitting on Simmons.

I haven't seen you for a few days, and I miss you very much.

Luo Jitang immediately jumped onto the bed, hugged Ye Xialang tightly, kissed again after hugging, hugged again after kissing, kissed again after hugging, hugged after kissing... and so on for several rounds.

Ye Xialang couldn't bear it anymore, supported Luo Jitang's chin, panted and said, "I, my feet are almost healed!"

As soon as these words came out, Luo Jitang, who was still a little rational, was completely burned by the flames. His eyes were blazing, and he violently tore the clothes on the two of them into pieces. In an instant, the whole room was full of ambiguity. gasp...

Not seeing each other for a few days, neither Luo Jitang nor Ye Xialang expected that they would miss each other so much, from dark to dawn, and from dawn to dark again...

When Luo Jitang remembered, the steaming bowl of deer blood wine was already cold.

Luo Jitang rubbed the sweat from his forehead, looked at Ye Xialang beside him, and turned his head away again because he really couldn't bear to look directly at him.

They haven't seen each other for a few days, Xiao Biesheng is newly married...

Ye Xialang didn't have any intact skin on his body at the moment.

At this time, Ye Xialang buried his head in the pillow, humming weakly, "Medicine, I have medicine in my pocket, it hurts, it hurts too much..."

Luo Jitang moved his legs and got off the bed tremblingly. Before his feet touched the ground, he also fell headfirst.

When Ye Xialang heard the voice, he also wanted to care about it, but he was dying now, and he didn't have the time to care about anyone.

Supporting himself, Luo Jitang walked to the sofa with difficulty, but Ye Xialang took out a delicate and small safflower oil from his clothes.