After dressing as the partner of a disabled boss

Sheng Zhen looked thin, but it took a lot of effort for Wen Zhen to help him out.

The first aid knowledge in Yuanben's memory was poor, after searching to no avail, he was about to call [-] when he was lightly grabbed by the wrist by the person on the bed.

"Cough...cough..."

The person on the bed half closed his eyes and coughed muffledly.

"What's wrong with you?" Wen Zhen let him hold his hand, and the calmness on his face was replaced by anxiety at this moment.

"It's okay. Cough...cough..." Sheng Zhen turned pale and smiled forcedly, "It should be hypoglycemia. I didn't eat breakfast on time in the morning. When I went into the room to get things, I suddenly felt dizzy and passed out. .”

"Hypoglycemia?" Wen Zhen murmured, a flash of light flashed in his mind.

After a while, he covered Sheng Zhen with a quilt: "You should have a good rest first." After speaking, he left the room.

Sheng Zhen watched his figure disappear into the room before withdrawing his gaze.

He lost his smile, and his eyes were filled with emotion for no reason. Outside the open door, the pear blossoms in the courtyard fell again, before he lightly pulled the corner of his mouth to calm down the emotion in his eyes.

When Wen Zhen went back to her room, she was holding a glass of brown sugar water in her hand.

The sweet and greasy aroma of brown sugar stimulated his taste buds. He licked his lips and handed it to Sheng Zhen: "If you have low blood sugar, you need to supplement the sugar your body needs. I searched around, but I couldn't find white sugar, so I cooked it with brown sugar. gone."

The atmosphere in the room seemed to be still for several seconds, Sheng Zhen remained motionless, only staring at him deeply.

"Why don't you drink it?" Wen Zhen put the bowl close to his mouth, and said solemnly, "Now the family's financial situation is not very good, so please bear with it. When I earn money, I will definitely...don't let you do this again. "

Sheng Zhen laughed out loud.

The appearance of the person in front of him rushing to promise, he actually found it cute for the first time.

Seeing that he was smiling instead of taking the medicine, Wen Zhen asked seriously with a sullen face, "What are you laughing at?"

Sheng Zhen shook his head: "Nothing."

After speaking, he half stood up, and when he took the sugar water, he saw the burn on the side of Wen Zhen's hand.

"What happened to your hand?"

Wen Zhen's half-hanging hand quickly retracted.

His tense face was a little unnatural at the moment, and after a long stalemate, he said: "It's my first time cooking, and I'm not very good at it, so I burned it without paying attention. It's okay, I have applied the medicine."

A venerable person who was respected by everyone in his previous life.

Not only a road idiot, but also a kitchen killer.

Although it was just a cup of brown sugar water, he burned it for nearly 10 minutes, and it was burnt.

Wen Zhen pursed her lips, her ears were red, and said in a low voice, "I'll do it a few more times in the future."

"Need not."

Before he could react, Sheng Zhen grabbed his hand.

The two of them will be so close that Wen Zhen can clearly see Sheng Zhen's eyes.

He didn't wear glasses today, the corners of his eyes were three-pointed, seven-point sharp, and his black pupils were larger. When he looked closely, he seemed to have suddenly fallen into a bottomless pool.

And such a pair of affectionate but ruthless eyes, at this moment, were filled with his figure.

The blush from Wenzhen's ears flowed down, quietly encroaching on his face.

He tentatively withdrew his hand: "It's not good in broad daylight."

"Little pillow." Sheng Zhen didn't let go, as if deliberately against him, he held him even tighter.

"what happened?"

Wen Zhen felt that something was wrong with his Taoist companion, but he couldn't tell what was wrong, so he could only follow him to ask.

"You don't have to do any of these." Sheng Zhen's fingertips lightly rubbed around the burnt area, "I'll take care of the family matters."

Hearing this, for the first time, the warm pillow of the Taoist couple suddenly withdrew his hand and said solemnly: "This is our home, and it is not only my duty to do these things, but also my responsibility."

Although he has no experience, he also knows some "golden rules" for getting along with Taoist companions.

Although they are not real Taoist companions, but since he came here, he must take the responsibility of taking care of him, Wen Zhen thought to himself.

After a laugh escaped from Sheng Zhen's throat, he soon laughed lowly.

It may be due to his illness, but his laughter was particularly deep and sexy, and the warm pillow on the side listened, his face was red and his ears were red for no reason.

Seeing the blush on the face of the person in front of him, Sheng Zhen restrained himself a little, picked up the bowl and drank it all, and then smiled and said: "Xiaozhen is right, I listen to Xiaozhen."

Wen Zhen pursed her lips, hesitated to speak, and finally only said, "You should have a good rest first." Then she left the room with the bowl in her hand.

He walked in a hurry, as if there was a scourge chasing him behind him.

Sheng Zhen looked interesting, tapped the table with his fingertips, and curled the corners of his mouth.

April day.

The wind is mixed with the heat of early summer.

Time slipped away slowly as the minute and second hands of the wall clock moved.

Wen Zhen sat bored in the bookstore, watching the crowds passing by.

He looked around and saw that no one had entered, so he took out his phone and opened Weibo.

The hot search on the Weibo page is related to an actor named Xu Yilin.

Wen Zhen thought for a few seconds, but couldn't figure out who this person was, so she clicked on the personal page of Weibo.

This time his private messages were not full again.

But what was different from the past was that the zombie fans he bought increased from one hundred thousand to one hundred and eleven thousand.

Wen Zhen refreshed the page calmly.

Seeing that it was still [-], he took a screenshot and sent it to Zhou Chen to ask.

——Is it the zombie fan you bought?

Zhou Chen, as a [-]/[-] resident Weibo account, replied immediately.

--No!The conscience of heaven and earth!Definitely not me!I wanted to tell you about this just now, but I didn't expect you to rush ahead of me.

After seeing the reply, Wen Zhen's mood fluctuated slightly.

--Um.

——I just checked, I'm really not a zombie fan! !Absolutely true fan! ! !The pillow is great! !

After Zhou Chen's message, there was also an emoticon pack of banging against the wall for you, crazy for you.

Looking at it, Wen Zhen bent her lips suddenly.

I don't know what came to mind, he clicked into the private message page, and then clicked on the frontmost private message that I don't know if it's black or pink.

— Never mind what other people think!Brother is super handsome!Brother just be himself, act well, and he will definitely shine in the entertainment industry!

A smile appeared in Wen Zhen's eyes, and he clicked on the next one.

--baby!Why are you so swollen!You are crazy about my aesthetic point of view!Ahhhhh come on! ! !I will always support you! !

Call baby?Everyone is like this now.. Are you open?

He thought about it seriously, but the smile in his eyes did not diminish.

"Is there something happy?" Sheng Zhen pushed the wheelchair and slowly approached the warm pillow.

After Wen Zhen saw it, she said "um", put down her phone and came over to push him.

"My Weibo has increased followers."

Listen carefully, and you can still discern a little ecstasy.

Sheng Zhen smiled and said, "Xiaozhen is awesome." After finishing speaking, he squinted at the person who was exceptionally fair under the sunlight, and added, "I'm also a fan of Xiaozhen."

Wen Zhen's movements were half a beat slow, before he could say: "Well, thank you."

Push the wheelchair to the bookshelf.

Wen Zhen sat back in her original position, and was about to reply to Zhou Chen's message, when she heard a light voice from the person beside her, "I also want to follow Xiaozhen's Weibo, is that okay?"

Warm pillow felt inexplicably itchy.

He thought, something is really wrong with his Taoist companion today.

But thinking of those monks who often talk about it, no matter what the monk said, he had to follow him.

Wen Zhen said seriously again: "Yes."

"Okay." The glasses suppressed his sharpness, Sheng Zhen turned off the phone, and smiled more warmly, "I only follow Xiaozhen on Weibo."

The rank of the enemy army is too high, Wen Zhen didn't answer this time.

Instead, he buried his face in the book directly, pretending to be dead and not responding.

After school time, the bookstore gradually gets patronized, and most of the customers are parents who pick up their children and buy textbooks by the way.

Wen Zhen stood aside and helped Sheng Zhen. He looked exquisite and outstanding. When the children saw him, they opened their eyes wide in surprise and asked, "Brother, look good. Is my brother a fairy who descended from the TV series?"

He smiled and didn't answer.

On the contrary, Sheng Zhen, who was listening to the movement, said with a smile, "Brother is not a god."

"Oh." The child's bright eyes dimmed instantly.

Wen Zhen watched and silently cursed that he was really a half-god.

Some parents who are obviously regular customers here, looked at the handsome young man who suddenly appeared here, and asked doubtfully, "Boss Sheng, is this your younger brother?"

"Your younger brother looks really good. Do you have a girlfriend?"

Some bold parents even approached him directly and asked, "Young man, do you have a girlfriend?"

Wen Zhen glanced at Sheng Zhen, seeing that he had no plans to rescue him, she said calmly, "No."

The eyes of the parents lit up: "Well, I have one..."

Before he could say the following words, he was interrupted by Sheng Zhen with a pale face: "Little pillow, come here."

Although Wen Zhen was puzzled, she still walked up to Sheng Zhen under the eyes of everyone.

Sheng Zhen was sitting in a wheelchair, only reaching his chest.

Wen Zhen was about to ask him what's the matter, when he heard him say with a smile: "Xiao Zhen, bend over."

Without hesitation, Wen Zhen bent down cooperatively and looked at the person in front of him.

The two of them were so close, the corners of Sheng Zhen's mouth curled up more and more, as he looked at it warmly, his heart started beating for no reason.

His Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he lowered his eyes and asked doubtfully, "What's wrong?"

Sheng Zhen stared at him, chuckled and did not answer.

There was a trace of subtlety in everyone's eyes, Wen Zhen felt a little shy for no reason, he pursed his lips lightly, and planned to get up.

But in the next second, his collar was gently grabbed by the hands of the person in front of him.Sheng Zhen pressed his shoulder with his right hand, straightened his collar with his left hand, and said with a light smile, "The collar is open, I'll fasten the little pillow."

The author has something to say: Gu Yuan: What kind of deduction is it, isn’t it good to just do it (?)

Mr. Sheng: Xiaolihuajing is shy.

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感谢在2020-11-0721:29:28~2020-11-0820:12:55期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: 1 cute little girls;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!