Sending warmth to the beautiful and powerful male second [Quick Transmigration]

Fu Chen stared at that place with downcast eyes, and said inexplicably, "Very good."

Is it a good seal or something else?

The champagne-colored light illuminated the hotel corridor very brightly, Ji Xia blinked slowly, the cold touch of the jade seal still remained on his face, he faintly felt that something was wrong.

Is there a signature on the face for fans?

Ji Xia bit her lower lip, and said a little embarrassedly: "What if it gets washed off?"

Under the light, the youth's clear pupils were as bright as stars, Fu Chen restrained the desire to kiss those eyes, he squeezed the seal into Ji Xia's palm: "Here you are."

Fu Chen probably thought that he was reluctant to have his signature washed away, so he gave him the jade chapter directly.

Ji Xia felt a little guilty. It was true that he had finished watching Fu Chen's movie, but it was because of his understanding and appreciation of the mission goal, and it was far from being a fan.

This feels a lot like a scumbag who cheats on his feelings.

Ji Xia pushed the jade chapter into Fu Chen's hand: "I can't take this, I'd better go back and get a postcard to sign again."

Fu Chen dragged the person back, put the jade badge back again, and said indifferently: "It's a small thing, I don't like it..."

In an instant, the light in front of him disappeared completely, darkness and coldness flooded over his head like a tide, and the whole figure fell into the ice hole, out of breath.

But Fu Chen didn't show the slightest bit on his face: "Then throw it away."

Ji Xia was keenly aware of the other party's emotional changes, thinking that he was angry, so it was hard to refuse: "It's nothing, I like it very much! Then, then I'll accept it."

He raised his head: "Don't worry, I will never cover it everywhere, I will take good care of it."

Ji Xia carefully put the jade chapter into his pocket, but it was a pity that Fu Chen couldn't see it at the moment, the heart-pounding pain and cold were hitting his bones and veins inch by inch.

He took half a step back and wanted to touch Ji Xia's head, but realized that he couldn't see at all, so he put his hand into his trouser pocket: "Go back."

Inexplicably, Ji Xia felt that Fu Chen was a little strange, but he couldn't tell what was wrong, so he struggled and asked, "Are we still getting the script right tonight?"

Fu Chen's eyes were half down, as if he was thinking: "No need."

Not surprisingly, he won't be able to film in the next two or three days.

Ji Xia wanted to ask Fu Chen what's wrong again, but seeing that he had already answered the phone, he didn't want to disturb him anymore, and said in a low voice, "I'll go back first."

The door slams behind him.

Fu Chen carefully discerned for a moment by his hearing, and seeing that Ji Xia had indeed entered, the hand holding the mobile phone dropped all of a sudden, and the black screen didn't even turn on.

He leaned his head against the wall, fine beads of sweat emerged from his forehead, but his body was piercingly cold, as if he could never find a way out in the cold darkness.

He is sick again.

Fu Chen's breathing became heavy. If Ji Xia opened the door at this time, he would find him leaning on the wall and tentatively walking towards the room step by step.

Ji Xia was standing in front of the mirror at the moment, staring at the two red regular script fonts on his cheeks, slowly blushing.

The words are very correct, but the place where it is printed is very charming, close to the corner of the mouth.Looking in the mirror, it gave Ji Xia the illusion that he was kissing these two words.

The scene of meeting Fu Chen for the first time suddenly appeared in his mind. It was also in the corridor of the hotel. The difference was that the lights there were very dim. Fu Chen tilted his head and lightly bit the tomato in his hand. The red juice flowed all over Hands, like the color of the seal on this face.

It was obvious that Fu Chen was not by his side at this moment, but that sticky and aggressive aura surrounded him as if in essence.

Bits of the past flowed in like a tide, the first time we saw each other across the screen; he lowered his eyes to help him wash his hands; all the expressions and movements of the words and plays; Ji Xia found that he remembered it clearly.

Ji Xia's heart was beating faster and faster, and the softness that had been ignored at that time, rubbing against her cheeks began to quickly take root and sprout in her memory, and red flowers bloomed.

He didn't even dare to look at these two words again, as if some kind of taboo secret had finally been revealed, and this chapter was directly stamped on his heart.

Ji Xia realized belatedly that he seemed to have a different idea about his mission goal.

But he still yelled at him that the one he liked was a woman, so he shouldn't think too much about it.

Ji Xia: ...

So does this count as me or Fu Chen in disguise?

Otherwise... it's better to wait until the filming is over before chasing him. When filming, it's better to keep a good distance so that people don't talk about it. Their family, Fu Chen, is going to be popular all over the country, so there should be no bad rumors.

Ji Xia glanced at the dark red seal in his hand, rolled his eyes, and smiled brightly.

Ji Xia didn't expect that he could lose sleep all night because of such an incident. He was excited at first, but then he became worried and asked to keep his distance. How could this scene be filmed.

What if he accidentally reveals his thoughts?What if Fu Chen hates him very much?What if Fu Chen has someone he likes?

Thinking about it, it would be dawn, Ji Xia looked at the two thick dark circles under his eyes in the mirror, and felt that he could finish filming in this state, and wondered if he would get stuck more than a dozen times, which annoyed Fu Chen.

But he didn't worry for long, and soon he learned that Fu Chen had taken three days of sick leave, saying that he had a persistent high fever.

Ji Xia's heart arose in an instant, and he carefully recalled the state of seeing Fu Chen last night, except for something wrong at the last moment, but the whole person looked healthy, and he would not suddenly have a high fever.

Ji Xia directly called out the health status of the task target, and all the indicators were normal, except that the column of spirit dropped below the pass level.

spirit?

Ji Xia remembered that Fu Chen was indeed mentally ill in the information, but because the information was incomplete, he had no way of knowing the actual situation.

His understanding of mental illness is limited to some basic common sense. He doesn't know of any mental illness that can cause a high fever but can be cured in just three days. He doesn't even know whether this is Ke Li's deception.

Ji Xia's delicate eyebrows frowned, and ran all the way to the hotel, just in time to meet Ke Li who was carrying the ingredients and was about to swipe his card in.

Ji Xia: "Ke Li."

Ke Li turned his head when he heard the sound, and was stunned for a moment: "Mr. Yu, what's the matter?"

Ji Xia wiped the sweat from his forehead, panting and ran to him: "Fu Chen, what's wrong with him? Can I go in and have a look at him?"

Ke Li was a little embarrassed. Few people knew about Fu Chen's disease, but many people were involved. Before he came out, he was specially emphasized not to tell Ji Xia about it.

Ke Li: "It's all my fault. I came to deliver things last night, and I forgot to close the window when I left in a hurry. Brother Fu is like this this morning. Brother Fu just fell asleep, why don't we talk about it when he wakes up?"

She declined very tactfully, obviously not wanting to tell him about Fu Chen's illness.

Ji Xia could understand, but he just wanted to make sure that Fu Chen was all right now, and if he could help a little, even by delivering a dish.

But he knew that there was no rush.

He nodded: "Okay, why are you buying this dish? I'll have someone bring it up if you want to eat."

Ke Li was a little relieved to see that Ji Xia didn't pursue it further: "Brother Fu has a picky mouth, and he's even pickier when he's sick. It's hard to control what's made outside, so I'll make some according to his taste, so I can still eat it anyway. "

Ji Xia hummed: "Then just tell me what you need, and I'll have someone buy it and deliver it to you. Do you want a kitchen? I'll ask someone to go down and make room for you..."

Ke Li laughed, thinking Mr. Xiao Yu is really kind. Investing in his brother Fu is really just investing, and he never does anything. Their brother Fu has been suffering for so many years and is finally coming to the fore.

Ke Li: "No need, it's convenient if the equipment in the room can be done. Mr. Yu, you should go back and catch up on sleep. I remember you will have a night show tonight."

Ji Xia opened his mouth, not knowing what to say, looked at the door eagerly, and said softly: "No matter what's wrong, if he wakes up, you tell me, I can find the best doctor for him."

Ke Li swiped his card and opened the door: "Okay, thank you Mr. Yu, then I'll go first."

The door closed in front of Ji Xia's eyes, he had to look away, looking at his toes, how could he sleep?

He didn't know what Fu Chen's illness was, but he knew it would definitely not be serious, after all, he was imprisoned in a mental hospital for nearly a year at such a young age.

Ke Li opened the bedroom door, and Fu Chen was leaning on the bed and drawing with a sketchbook.

Every time the first episode of symptoms passed, the cold and pain would not subside, but his eyesight would recover for a short time. Fu Chen was always drawing, and for many years, he did not draw a human figure with a face.

Ke Li could only tell that he was a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, but he had followed Fu Chen since he was a child, and it was impossible for him not to know people Fu Chen knew.

He always felt that this was one of the symptoms of Fu Chen's illness.

Fu Chen’s symptoms are different every time he gets sick, sometimes it’s cold as ice; sometimes it’s hot as a prairie fire; law.

Ke Li has always been afraid that one day during the interview, Fu Chen would suddenly fall ill and it would be over.

He put the water and painkillers on the bedside table, and when he got up to leave, he couldn't help but said, "Just now Xiao Yu always said that he wanted to see you outside, and I was in a hurry, why don't you...see him while he's in a good state? "

The pencil in Fu Chen's hand stopped for a moment, then moved again: "I don't need it for now."

Ke Li didn't understand what this meant temporarily, but he knew that Fu Chen's temper and mood were very bad when he was sick, so he didn't ask any more questions.

Before he left, he subconsciously glanced at the sketchbook, and the boy who had been blurred for so many years finally became clear

- Impressively, it was Ji Xia.

Fu Chen raised his eyelids to look at him, and Ke Li's back felt cold, and he withdrew his gaze and stepped back: "I didn't see anything...I, I'll cook for you."

People ran out in a hurry, and even almost tripped when they went out. Fu Chen's eyes fell on the young man with curved eyebrows in front of him. Ever since he saw Ji Xia in the hotel, the figure of the young man in his dream gradually became clear.

In the beginning, it was just a face similar to Ji Xia's. Although the facial features were different, Fu Chen recognized it as Ji Xia at a glance. Wearing a white shirt and school uniform, he smiled and waved his hands while walking on the playground. Later, it gradually became Ji Xia's face. It hasn't changed.

Especially when you are blind and cannot see the light, the scene in your dream is particularly impressive.For so many years, when he was sick and accompanied him, the only thing he could see was him.

How could he let go.

Especially after seeing Ji Xia, he was even more reluctant to let him go.

While cooking outside, Ke Li wondered why the boy in Brother Fu's dream suddenly turned into Mr. Yu.

Thinking about it, he suddenly realized that even though Brother Fu had no face after painting for so many years, his figure and temperament were almost the same as Xiao Yu's now.

Damn... Brother Fu won't be interested in Mr. Yu, right?

What's this... People who hide the rules are honest and do their jobs, but people who are hidden are harboring evil intentions.