"What nightmare did you have?" Being pulled down suddenly, Tang Yu propped his elbows on the hospital bed in embarrassment to prevent himself from accidentally pressing down on Fang Baizhou. After finally maintaining a calm posture, he suddenly felt a tight grip. The hands around his waist were shaking slightly.

He blinked and said softly, "What did you dream about?"

I wish I had never seen Fang Baizhou frightened, and never heard Fang Baizhou say that he had any bad dreams.

Eight hours had passed since Fang Baizhou's surgery, and since it happened to be afternoon, he wasn't very sleepy, so he changed various positions and leaned against the bedside to read the script.

A hoarse voice pressed against his ear, "I dreamed of something not so good."

The half of Tang Yu's body leaning on the man's body was numb from the casual lying position just now, and it was a bit uncomfortable to be dragged by Fang Baizhou now, but he carefully put the man in his arms, and gently patted the man's broad chest with the palm of his hand. Back, "I'm here, if you tell me, I won't laugh at you, and I won't tell others."

He was also a little curious about what Fang Baizhou was afraid of.

Fang Baizhou tightened his strength slowly. Whenever he thought of the scene he saw in his dream just now, his heart constricted and tingled. He even felt the sticky blood still sticking to his hands. Every time a piece fell, Tang Yu's body became colder.

It was obviously just an unrealistic dream, why did it feel so real to him?

Feeling Tang Yu's head leaning against his neck moving restlessly, the soft hair brushed against his chin, and his shallow breathing was warm, all of which showed the person in his arms It was alive, Fang Baizhou closed his eyes and kissed Tang Yu's ear, with a bit of piety,

"Dream is waiting for you."

"I didn't wait."

Tang Yu squinted his eyes and smiled, with a small shadow hanging down his eyelashes, "Are you so scared of being put on a dove by me?"

I thought it was a big deal, but it turned out that he broke the appointment in a dream.

Facing the man's dark and deep eyes, Tang Yu's heart suddenly trembled, and the words in a relaxed tone that had reached his mouth suddenly became a little hard to say. Fang Baizhou's eyes seemed to wrap him tightly, serious look at his face.

The cheeks that were watched were burning hot, Tang Yu reached out and touched his eyes, "Now I wake up from the dream, as long as we make an appointment, I will never miss the appointment."

Fang Baizhou nodded slightly, and suddenly grabbed the back of the boy's white hand, a gloomy look flashed in his eyes, "If you miss the appointment, no matter where you hide, I will find you."

As long as you stay by his side, you can do anything.

The bottom line and special cases are always for Tang Yu to drop again and again, but the premise is that Tang Yu must have Tang Yu, and all this can be established.

Although I don't know why Fang Baizhou obviously had a minor operation on the back of his neck, and both arms are safe and sound, it is natural to say that he can't eat alone, he must be fed to eat, but Tang Yu was hugged and kissed by Fang Baizhou for a long time. When I was young, I was a little dizzy and my ears were weak, and I couldn't help but agree to all kinds of seemingly unorganized requests.

It was the first time for him to feed porridge to someone. He felt as if he was holding a small stove in his hand. It was scalding hot. He carefully scooped up a spoonful with a spoon. Tang Yu thought about blowing the porridge until it was hot, and then delivered it to the person's mouth. On the side, Fang Baizhou opened his mouth expectantly.

The door of the ward was suddenly knocked twice violently. Before Tang Yu even said to come in, the people outside came in aggressively. The speed made Tang Yu unable to react. The spoon in his hand directly poked Fang Baizhou On the edge of his mouth, the porridge inside accidentally spilled a little.

"It's not hot, is it? Wait for me to find something for you to wipe..."

Seeing Fang Baizhou shaking his head, Tang Yu sighed a long time, and took the spoon back. He couldn't find the fingers for a long time, so he had to wipe Fang Baizhou with his fingers first.

The person who came in was still panting, seeing this scene at first glance, he could hardly breathe out of his chest, and said a little anxiously, "Tang Yu, there is still your scene tonight, I have to take you back first. Originally In the afternoon, Director Jiang granted you a half-day leave, which is an extrajudicial favor to you, and you can't slip away at night, and now there is just enough time to go by car."

He was delayed by something in the morning and went to the set in the afternoon, but when he turned around and found that there was no one there, he realized that Tang Yu had come to Boss Fang's place again after smearing oil on his feet.

He came over with a pinch, and even ate a mouthful of dog food as soon as he entered the door. He had never seen anyone hugging someone to eat, and he suddenly felt a little mentally and physically exhausted.

Fu Zhao nodded politely to Fang Baizhou, "Mr. Fang, Tang Yu really has something to do. Excuse me, can I borrow him first?"

Fang Baizhou looked down at the porridge that Tang Yu had just opened, and suddenly reached out to take it, and put his other hand on Tang Yu's back, "Hurry up."

Tang Yu stared at him with wide eyes, "Didn't you just say that your hands hurt?"

Fang Baizhou coughed lightly, "It's fine now."

"If there is any pain or discomfort, don't bear it, call me immediately." Before Tang Yu was dragged away by Fu Zhao, he still told Fang Baizhou to contact him at any time.

After leaving the door of the ward, he couldn't help shivering due to the cold wind blowing from the corridor.

Tang Yu frowned and sniffed the smell in the air. Fu Zhao was standing on his left, just downwind, and there was a slight smell of blood.

"Fu Zhao." Tang Yu called out, "Are you injured?"

"How do you know?" Fu Zhao glanced at him in surprise, waved his hand nonchalantly, revealing his left hand, which had been behind his back just now, with a crooked Band-Aid on his index finger, "Small injury, yesterday When cutting vegetables, I cut my hands."

"You know how to cook?" Tang Yu looked at him with eyes full of admiration. He didn't expect that besides being a gold medal manager in decathlon, Fu Zhao would also have a little skill in life. He said with some enthusiasm, " In fact, I will too, next time you come to the apartment to pick me up, you can come up and sit down, if you need to use the kitchen to cook, I can go in with you to cook, Fang Baizhou usually won't let me in."

"I can't do it well, but what I make at home will be cleaner. If it wasn't for..." Fu Zhao blushed inexplicably, and gritted his teeth, "I wouldn't go into the kitchen if it wasn't for someone being too picky about eating."

It won't be inexplicable because the hand was cut off because of distraction.

Sheng Mingkai was like a lingering ghost.

He even wondered if he owed Sheng Mingkai a lot of money in his previous life, why he has to be busy with Sheng Mingkai in this life, but Sheng Mingkai is not in good health, the initial injury did not heal again and again, and he kept adding new ones Injured, the whole person looks very pitiful in tatters, and his attitude is also good. He always holds his suitcase, as if he really said to get out, and he would silently pack his things and leave.

Instead, he couldn't say no.

It's really annoying.

A sharp-eyed glimpse of a patient being supported by a nurse was staggering over and almost bumped into him. Fu Zhao stretched out his hand and pulled Tang Yu's shoulders to pull him aside. He whispered, "Look at it." road."

A cold electronic voice came out of Tang Yu's consciousness.

[The side mission has started: Fu Zhao who came to the hospital just happened to meet Shen Chuan who had chronic stomach problems due to drinking. Shen Chuan just happened to have a stomachache from drinking in a restaurant near the hospital because of a newly prepared TV series, so he squatted at the entrance of the hospital He suddenly passed out while taking a taxi and just stopped Fu Zhao's car. Fu Zhao couldn't bear to take him home to take care of him. 】

[Please host to prevent the two from meeting, and make Fu Zhao's car break down, reward 20 lucky points for successful mission. 】

Tang Yu didn't have any complaints about the previous tasks, but was shocked when he heard the lucky point of the reward.

"How much is the reward for success?"

Xiao Yi's voice was gloomy, [20 lucky points. 】

"Aren't they usually 8 luck points?" Tang Yu frowned.

Obviously, he was rewarded with 8 lucky points every time he did a mission before, and he counted everything well, and took a few lucky points from the mall every day, so that tossing back and forth should delay the completion of all missions. Why don't you follow the routine now?

[It's not because the host made a good claim and wasted money in the mall while I was away, resulting in an abnormal account balance. The lucky points this time are compensation for the host from the main mission. 】

"Can you not make compensation?" Tang Yu felt a toothache, "Can the mission be changed now?"

Rewarding 20 lucky points directly made all his sneaky efforts go to waste.

Xiao Yi asked sinisterly, [The main task cannot be changed after it is issued, the host hasn’t explained it yet, why have I only been away for a few days, and the lucky points have been reduced so much, and you are generous enough to change to a ten lucky point one. Props for Fang Baizhou? 】

Tang Yu laughed dryly, "Didn't you say that you can't complete the side missions after the main missions are full of lucky points? I think that if you are lucky, you can spend a little more time on the main missions."

Xiaoyi was silent for a moment and said, [Time is uncontrollable, the time for the main task is all set. 】

[Even if you think you have made a change, everything will return to the original progress in the end. This kind of purposeful and deliberate consumption, the main task will automatically compensate for the accidental consumption of lucky points. 】

Tang Yu lowered his eyes slightly, and a trace of irritability flashed in his eyes.

When he raised his eyes again, there was a smile on the corner of his mouth again, and he took the incident lightly, "So I will make up for it."

"By the way, Fu Zhao came to pick me up to the set. I broke his car. How will we get to the set later?" He scratched his hair and asked, "By bus?"

……

Sheng Mingkai, who was leaning on the sofa, slept very unsteadily. He curled up on the narrow and slender sofa with his long arms and legs. He clenched his fists until his palms bled, and then he woke up suddenly.

He looked around the surrounding environment, panting violently.

This is Fu Zhao's home.

He entered Fu Zhao's house and lay down on Fu Zhao's sofa.

The fingers that were straightened due to force pressed deeply on the sofa he was sitting on, and Sheng Mingkai's lips were pursed into a slit.

In the dream just now, he saw Fu Zhaohe and that person, right here, embracing and hugging each other, very close as if they were kissing.

Cold sweat broke out on Sheng Mingkai's forehead, he stood up anxiously, picked up his coat and went out.

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