Pillow people and dignitaries

Fu Junchi suddenly got up and walked into the bedroom. When he entered, he closed the door behind him. The light in the bedroom was not turned on. Fu Junchi pressed his temple twice vigorously, and carefully stroked the ring on his ring finger with his fingertips.

He took two deep breaths, walked over to open the medical box on the bedside table and rummaged through the thermometer.

The day before yesterday, after Mu Zeqiao's hand was scalded, Fu Junchi specially placed the medical kit by his bedside in case he forgot to apply the burn ointment.

There was an unopened pack of cigarettes on the coffee table in the living room. It was okay if Mu Zeqiao didn’t see him, but he couldn’t help but want to smoke two when he saw him. He glanced at the bedroom door, hesitating whether to steal the pack of cigarettes or not. Hide under the sofa.

As Mu Zeqiao thought about it, his hand was already reaching for the cigarette case.

The door of the bedroom was opened, Fu Junchi came out with the thermometer, Mu Zeqiao quickly withdrew his hand, he was embarrassed and didn't know where to put his hand, and looked at the balcony erratically.

Mu Zeqiao thought that Fu Junchi would pretend not to see it, but he didn't expect him to lean against the door with his arms crossed and did not move.

"Brother Fu, the burn is healed, you can smoke now."

Fearing that Fu Junchi would not believe it, Mu Zeqiao spread his palms towards him. The wound healed quickly, but not all healed, only scabs formed.

Fu Junchi walked in front of him, held his hand and looked down at the wound seriously.

"Okay, but you have to control the amount. Too much smoking is bad for your throat." Fu Junchi sat down beside him, tore off the thin plastic paper outside the cigarette case, and pushed out one or two sticks from the bottom of the cigarette case with his thumb. Pass it to Muzecho.

"How did Brother Fu quit smoking?" Mu Zeqiao took out one between his lips, and was about to get the lighter on Fu Junchi's right hand, when Fu Junchi took it in his hand first.

"I have a friend who doesn't like the smell of cigarettes. Every time I think of him when I smoke, I don't want to smoke much."

Mu Zeqiao was stunned for a while, and Fu Junchi came up to him and lit a cigarette for him.

He blinked in disbelief, his eyes fell on Fu Junchi's clean and beautiful fingers, and finally fixed on the ring of Fu Junchi's ring finger.

"Are you...married?"

Fu Junchi put the lighter on the table, and waved his ringed hand in front of Mu Zeqiao's eyes, "Want to know?"

Mu Zeqiao nodded.

"No." Fu Junchi turned the ring on his hand, took it off, and put it in Mu Zeqiao's palm.

Mu Zeqiao always thought it was a ring without diamonds. It wasn't until Fu Junchi took off the ring today that he found a very small diamond inlaid inside the ring, so small that he couldn't find it unless he looked carefully.

"Why is this diamond set inside?" Muzeqiao lifted up the ring and looked at it carefully. Under the lamp, the whole body of the ring was glowing with silver luster. Although the diamond inside was small, it was shining and charming.

"Represents unspeakable feelings."

Fu Junchi explained the first meaning of the ring, but did not mention the second.

The love that will always be hidden in my heart.

This ring is not very outstanding, the price is not expensive, but its promotional statement is particularly eye-catching.

A man's love habit is hidden in his heart.

"It's just an ornament, and I'm used to it."

There is a faint ring mark on Mu Zeqiao's ring finger, and the ring mark on Fu Junchi's ring finger is not much lighter than his, which means that Fu Junchi has worn this ring for at least five years.

Mu Zeqiao returned the ring to Fu Junchi, took down his cigarette and flicked it on the ashtray, "This ring has a lot of meaning."

"Well, take your temperature?" Fu Junchi opened the thermometer, shook it twice, and handed it to Mu Zeqiao, "I only found this thermometer in the medical box."

Mu Zeqiao put out the cigarette, and pressed the tip of his tongue against the back of his teeth, not very happy, "I'm fine..."

"Measure it."

……

"Two degrees at 38 o'clock, go to the hospital."

Fu Junchi stood seriously in front of Mu Zeqiao.

Mu Zeqiao curled up on the sofa, "I'll just sleep at this temperature."

"No."

"It's already nine o'clock. I don't want to go to the hospital. It's too troublesome to register and get an injection."

"No."

"I know there are antipyretics in the medical kit, I will go to bed after I take it, and I will be fine tomorrow."

If you go to the hospital at this point, it may be early in the morning when you come back.When he used to have a fever, he usually took a fever-reducing medicine, then burrowed into the quilt, fell asleep, sweated, and the fever subsided.

Mu Zeqiao covered his face with sofa pillows, "Brother Fu, you go back first, I promise you that the fever will go away tomorrow."

The footsteps gradually faded away, Mu Zeqiao thought that Fu Jun was about to leave, so he immediately got up from the sofa and planned to give him a gift.

As a result, he saw Fu Junchi enter the bedroom, and when he came out, he held the medicine in one hand and the water glass in the other.

Mu Zeqiao put the medicine in his mouth, took a sip of water, and swallowed, "It's already nine o'clock, if you don't go back, it will be too late."

Fu Junchi sat down beside him, "It's still early."

Mu Zeqiao lay down on the sofa, narrowing his eyes slightly, "I won't worry about you going back if it's later."

A few days ago, Mu Zeqiao always thought that Fu Junchi was staying in the hotel arranged by the crew, so he didn't say anything when Fu Junchi left at night, but now that he knew that it would take half an hour for Fu Junchi to return to his place, he didn't want Fu Junchi to accompany him It's too late for the show.

"Let's sort out the script again."

It took Fu Junchi more than an hour to sort out the script. Mu Zeqiao was lying on the sofa and almost fell asleep. It may be due to the effect of the medicine. He couldn't open his eyes, and his head was groggy.

He turned on his phone and checked the time, it was already past ten twenty.

"Brother Fu, why don't you go back today."

Mu Zeqiao rested his arms on his forehead to block the glaring light from the ceiling, his voice was tired and hoarse, "I'll just sleep here... Brother Fu, you can go to bed later."

"You go to bed."

Fu Junchi put down the script, closed the pen cap, and touched Mu Zeqiao's forehead, which was still very hot.

Mu Zeqiao became stubborn and couldn't bring back ten cows, so when Mu Zeqiao said he didn't want to go to the hospital, Fu Junchi had no choice but to follow him, but if the fever didn't subside tomorrow, no matter what Mu Zeqiao said, Fu Junchi would He has to be taken to the hospital.

Fu Junchi was worried about leaving Mu Zeqiao alone in the hotel. He was afraid that his fever would be worse at night, so he stayed until now on the pretext of interpreting the script for him.

Mu Zeqiao pretended not to hear Fu Junchi's words, bent his left leg, turned over, and turned his back to Fu Junchi.

Fu Junchi had nothing to do with him, so he bent down and carried him to the bedroom.

He put Mu Zeqiao carefully on the bed, lifted the quilt to cover him, when he just hugged Mu Zeqiao, he felt that Mu Zeqiao's body was sweating slightly, which was a good sign.

Mu Zeqiao was confused, and he was still muttering to tell Fu Jun not to go back.

Fu Junchi wiped the sweat from his forehead for him, bent down and lowered his head to get close to his cheek, getting closer and lower, until there was only a centimeter away.

In a dim room, the only light came in from the door. Fu Junchi was squatting in front of Mu Zeqiao's bed. Their postures were so ambiguous, but Fu Junchi just exhaled lightly, and a stick fell on Mu Zeqiao's cheek. Tiny eyelashes are blown.

It flew up lightly and didn't know where it landed in the end.

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It fell into Brother Fu's heart~

The article said that it is true for some men to have a fever of 38 o'clock.

Before, I had a friend who had a fever of 38:[-]. He didn’t feel anything at all, and then he took medicine and slept for two days, and he was fine in two days... It’s rare for me to have a fever for a week...