I was targeted by the scumbag Bai Yueguang [Transmigration Book]

If Xu Yaozhou asked, how should he explain it to Xu Yaozhou?

Or else sell it badly and blame Wu Jin and Hu Feng?

No, it was Wu Jin and Hu Feng's fault in the first place, so why did he use the word "push"?

In just a few seconds, Fu Juncheng's mind had already been spinning several times at high speed.

As a result, Xu Yaozhou looked at him and seemed to be stunned for a few seconds, then slowly walked towards him and sat down next to him.

I saw Xu Yaozhou raised his hand and rubbed his eyes. He didn't know if he was not fully awake. His voice was soft and slow, and he asked in a low voice, "When did brother wake up?"

Fu Juncheng was too nervous before and didn't pay attention to so many details, but now Xu Yaozhou is in front of him, looking sleepy, as if he will fall asleep again in the next moment, and without doubting him, Fu Juncheng opened his mouth and said nonsense: "I just woke up. "

Xu Yaozhou nodded in agreement: "Me too."

Fu Juncheng suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing that Xu Yaozhou's eyes were slightly red, as if he was too sleepy, he asked another question: "Why don't you sleep a little longer?"

Xu Yaozhou had stayed up all night just to pick him up, but now it was early in the morning and he didn't even sleep for a few hours.

And Xu Yaozhou will have to join the group in a few days.

Life in the crew usually wakes up earlier than chickens, sleeps earlier than dogs to play, and sometimes has to stay up all night for a night scene. Fu Juncheng knows the hardship, so he worries about Xu Yaozhou even more.

While talking, Fu Juncheng also moved to the side to make room for Xu Yaozhou so that he wouldn't be crowded.

Xu Yaozhou didn't raise his head, but frowned slightly when his eyes glanced over the small gap between the two, and then replied sleepily, "I can't sleep."

Fu Juncheng: "Huh?"

Xu Yaozhou said: "The wound hurts a bit."

Hearing the words, Fu Juncheng hurriedly moved his head closer, and then his eyes fell on the scar on Xu Yaozhou's neck.

Compared with the previous two days, it has been much better, and there are not obvious scabs on the broken skin.

But even so, Fu Juncheng still frowned.

He subconsciously wanted to touch it with his hands, but when his fingertips landed on a point in the void, he suddenly remembered Xu Yaozhou's obsession with cleanliness, and hastily withdrew his hands, casually placing them by his side.

"Did you take the medicine?" Fu Juncheng didn't move his eyes for a long time, "But you must not leave scars."

"Does my brother still despise me?" Xu Yaozhou made a voice that seemed genuine and fake, and his tone was joking, but his voice was slightly hoarse because he seemed to have not woken up, and his voice was lazy, which sounded a little more serious.

Such Xu Yaozhou is really rare.

Fu Juncheng was amused, and looked at Xu Yaozhou several times before he said, "Are you stupid?"

Only then did Xu Yaozhou raise his head to meet Fu Juncheng's smiling eyes, but he didn't say anything.

A small strand of broken hair hung down on his forehead, just slightly covering his eyes, covering the flashing bright eyes, without the slightest sign of sleepiness.

Fu Juncheng stood up in a blink of an eye, without turning his head to ask, "Where do you keep your medicine?"

Xu Yaozhou's eyes were dark, he stared at Fu Juncheng's back, and didn't answer.

Before Xu Yaozhou responded, Fu Juncheng looked back suspiciously.

In sight, Xu Yaozhou sat on the sofa very upright, tilted his head and looked up at him: "Brother, do you want to help me with the medicine?"

Fu Juncheng was stunned for a moment, and met Xu Yaozhou's dark eyes.

I didn't plan to do that.

But it seems that it is not impossible.

Fu Juncheng's silence was a kind of tacit consent.

Xu Yaozhou said seriously: "It's on the bedside table in my room."

On the bedside table in Xu Yaozhou's bedroom, besides topical ointments, there were also several cold medicines.

This made Fu Juncheng unavoidably sized up Xu Yaozhou for a while after turning back. Looking at Xu Yaozhou's lack of energy, he thought about it a few times, and the more he looked, the more he looked: "Have you caught a cold recently?"

Xu Yaozhou followed Fu Juncheng's eyes and said in a muffled voice, "A little bit."

This time, my voice seemed hoarse than before.

Fu Juncheng was dumbfounded.

Didn't you feel fine last night?

Could it be because he caught a cold when he went out to pick him up at night?

Xu Yaozhou's peach blossom eyes just watched Fu Juncheng's face quietly, watching Fu Juncheng's expression turn from astonishment to worry, and even frown solemnly.

"I'm fine," Xu Yaozhou suddenly laughed, "Brother, don't be nervous."

"You're going to join the group in a few days, why are you catching a cold right now?"

While talking, Fu Juncheng felt even more guilty, so when he walked to Xu Yaozhou's side, he directly put his palm on Xu Yaozhou's forehead, trying to check his temperature.

Xu Yaozhou didn't hide, and let him play with it, the slightly messy hair on his forehead brushed against the back of his hand.

Seems to be okay?

No fever.

Feeling the warmth and coolness under his palms, Fu Juncheng was relieved. The moment he raised his eyes, he found that Xu Yaozhou had been staring at his face.

The other party's thin red eyes were slightly raised due to sleepiness, and a small smile appeared in the dark pupils unknowingly.

This person is still in the mood to laugh?

Fu Juncheng stopped: "What are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing," Xu Yaozhou said lightly, "Look at you, brother, you look good."

If other people said this sentence, it might seem frivolous, but when it came out of Xu Yaozhou's mouth, it seemed pure and sincere.

It was as if he had looked at it carefully for a long time before he could not help sighing.

Fu Juncheng's heart skipped a beat for no reason.

He was stunned for a moment, subconsciously tightened his face, and even his lips were tightly pursed into a line.

After realizing it later, Fu Juncheng was also baffled, why did he react like... being molested by someone.

Simply shameful.

Fu Juncheng rubbed his hot ears, turned his eyes away, and coughed dryly: "Nonsense, do you still need to say it?"

Xu Yaozhou's gaze lightly glanced at Fu Juncheng's slightly red ear tips, and after being rubbed by Fu Juncheng in this way, it turned even redder, and an eye-catching rouge color appeared in his white and glowing skin.

After a moment of silence, Fu Juncheng muttered again: "There is a saying that good-looking people all look alike."

The corner of Xu Yaozhou's mouth twitched: "Huh?"

Some words seem to be engraved deep in the soul, and when the mind is blank, they come out unconsciously.

The sky was bright outside the window, and the sunlight slanted in through the gaps in the undrawn curtains, fell on Fu Juncheng's feet, and poured on the thin protruding ankle joints of his ankles. As he took half a step back, his whole body I was completely immersed in this soft light.

Fu Juncheng opened his lips.

"What about you?"

"..."

"You look good."

After finishing speaking, Fu Juncheng turned sideways and took the ointment and cotton swab from the tea table, and returned to Xu Yaozhou's side.

He swore he had never been so patient.

Afraid of hurting Xu Yaozhou, he deliberately kept his movements very light, and carefully told: "If the strength is too heavy, let me know."

Not knowing what to think of, Xu Yaozhou's eyes gradually darkened.

Out of the corner of his eye was Fu Juncheng's extremely serious eyes, with his eyelids drooping slightly, and he could even see the distinct eyelashes of the person in front of him from a close distance, casting a light shadow under his eyes as they opened and closed.

"Ah."

After a while, Xu Yaozhou responded softly from his throat.

"When the time comes, remember to cover it up when you go to the set, so as not to be photographed by anyone, and you have to look at pictures and make up stories, deliberately spreading rumors."

"it is good."

"Also, this medicine is for removing scars, remember..."

Halfway through the conversation, Fu Juncheng suddenly stopped.

"Brother, I'm so sleepy."

Xu Yaozhou interrupted Fu Juncheng with a murmur, lowered his head slightly, and rested his forehead on his shoulder.

Fu Juncheng was stunned with the hand that was still holding the cotton swab.

Feeling the weight on his shoulders, Fu Juncheng didn't dare to move, and tried to call Xu Yaozhou's name a few times.

But none got a response as expected.

Only the other party's even breath was warm, hitting his neck one after another.

A little itchy.

Fu Juncheng: "???"

Fu Juncheng was dumbfounded.

no……

Is this asleep?

Is it so sudden? ? ?