The movie star's dumb little milk bag

Fu Zhiyan's clothes were more than two sizes too big for Yuan Qiao's body. After standing with his back to Yuan Qiao for a while, Fu Zhiyan felt the hand hanging by his side being pulled.

Yuan Qiao's tracksuit was zipped up very high, her pointed chin was tucked inside, her small face was half covered, her hair was still wet, and she looked at him timidly.

"Have you changed it?" Fu Zhiyan unwrapped a towel and wiped the water from Yuan Qiao's hair, remembering that the fingertips that touched him just now had no temperature, and were icy cold.

"Your little assistant?" He Fang came from the front row, holding two warm stickers in her hand, her eyes lit up after seeing Yuan Qiao clearly, "So beautiful!"

Before Fu Zhiyan had time to introduce him, Yuan Qiao stood up abruptly, raised his signature smiling face, and tilted his head shyly to look at He Fang.

He Fang is very famous, and when Zhao Di was alive, she couldn't help but watch some idol dramas, in which He Fang was often seen. Even after several years, He Fang was still as beautiful and young as she was on the screen.

"Look at this little face that's frozen." He Fang looked at Yuan Qiao's pale face, couldn't help but feel distressed, and handed over the warm stickers in her hand, "Give him two stickers to warm his body."

Fu Zhiyan took the warm post and thanked him naturally: "Thank you, Sister Fang."

He Fang gave Fu Zhiyan a weird look. Even though she was well-informed, it was the first time I saw this kind of boss serving an assistant and thanking him for the assistant.

Yuan Qiao seemed to feel something was wrong, and hastily stretched out her hand to get the warm patch on Fu Zhiyan's hand. Fu Zhiyan was tearing open the package without looking up, "Wait obediently, or you will catch a cold."

After putting on the warm stickers, Fu Zhiyan took Yuan Qiao and sat in the back row. Yuan Qiao sat inside, watching the rain outside getting heavier and heavier, and was a little worried about Wang Sheng and the others.

Looking at Yuan Qiao's sad appearance, Fu Zhiyan felt that he was like a little adult who loved to worry.

"It's okay, Chongshan Village is not far ahead," Fu Zhiyan squeezed Yuan Qiao's hand quietly while there was no one around, trying his best to act like the big brother next door with no distractions.

Yuan Qiao turned around and smiled at him, but unfortunately he started to get motion sickness after a while, his little face was pale and pale, he didn't want to cause trouble for others, so he had to turn his head and pretend to look outside.

Fu Zhiyan has been observing him silently, seeing his neck twisted into an unnatural angle, and the reflection on the glass frowning, he couldn't help asking softly: "What's wrong, is it cold?"

Yuan Qiao had no choice but to turn her head and shook her head.

"Uncomfortable? Is it motion sickness?" Fu Zhiyan was afraid that he would have a fever, so he wanted to test the temperature of his forehead, so he raised his hand and asked, "I want to see if you have a fever, is that okay?"

Yuan Qiao pouted and nodded, and took the initiative to put her forehead on Fu Zhiyan's palm. Fortunately, she didn't have a fever.

"Sleep for a while." Fu Zhiyan took a small blanket and put it on Yuan Qiao's lap: "I'll call you when I get off the car."

Yuan Qiao was obedient, put her hands in the blanket, rested her head on the car window reservedly, and fell asleep after a while.

Yuan Qiao slept for a long time, always felt that he couldn't wake up, and vaguely felt that someone hugged him up. He was still cold, so he instinctively curled his body into the heat source.

After a while, he heard someone talking again, with the words "fever" and "infusion" vaguely, and then there was a tingling pain on the back of his hand, and he retracted his hand subconsciously, but was pulled back again.

Fu Zhiyan didn't expect Yuan Qiao's health to be so poor. He started to have a high fever after being exposed to the rain. He just drove to the town and wanted to take Yuan Qiao back to the hotel, but he couldn't wake him up no matter how hard he called.

Fu Zhiyan looked down and saw that Yuan Qiao's little head had unconsciously leaned on his shoulder, his cheeks were flushed, and when he touched his forehead, it was hot, so he hurriedly carried him out of the car. Take a look, Fu Zhiyan will immediately bring Yuan Qiao back to Xie Lin.

Yuan Qiao opened his eyes in a daze. His big eyes were still steaming. Before Fu Zhiyan could speak, he quickly looked at the back of his hand—a needle had already been poked there.

As soon as the doctor put on the tape, he was taken aback by Yuan Qiao's cat-like reaction.

"You have a fever." Fu Zhiyan tried his temperature. "It was almost 39 degrees Celsius just now. The doctor said to help you hang an injection."

Yuan Qiao pursed her lips, and then glanced at the needle in her hand, looking aggrieved and obedient.

"Mr. Fu, I have nothing to do, so I'll leave first, but his temperature is so high, the fever will subside tonight." The doctor put away the medicine box, and if he doesn't leave, the poor child in front of him will make him feel that he is taking advantage of others. It is heinous to give an infusion while drowsy.

"Still burning?" Fu Zhiyan was sitting by the bed and looked at Yuan Qiao, but when he heard this, he immediately turned his head to look at the doctor.

Doctor: ...It's too difficult to take care of, as if it's his problem that the patient's fever does not go down.

Fu Zhiyan took out his phone casually, called up the memo, and asked, "Is there anything I need to pay attention to tonight, why don't you take it to the hospital? Do you need a blood test? Will you be stupid if you burn it all night? "

The doctor groaned for a while, really wanting him to go to the hospital.

"What do you want to eat?" After the doctor left, Fu Zhiyan dimmed the lamp, "The homestay your teacher booked is the best here. Although it's not very good, it's barely enough. If it's not good tomorrow If so, I'll ask Wen Xing to take you to Xie Lin's hospital for a look, don't worry."

Yuan Qiao pointed out the window, the curtains were drawn in the room, he wanted to ask what time it was.

Fu Zhiyan glanced at the phone: "It's almost five o'clock."

Yuan Qiao pointed to Fu Zhiyan's cell phone, intending to ask where his cell phone was, but Fu Zhiyan handed it over directly, "What do you want to say? Use mine."

Yuan Qiao looked at the phone in Fu Zhiyan's hand that was exactly the same as her own. The difference was that Fu Zhiyan's was black, while the one he gave her was white.

After all, Yuan Qiao is an 18-year-old kid, and he has downloaded a lot of wallpapers to his phone, while Fu Zhiyan's page is much more streamlined. He wrote with his left hand: [I want to eat ice cream. 】

"No," Fu Zhiyan ruthlessly refused, "You still have a fever."

Yuan Qiao wrote again: [Ice cream cools down. (Smile)】

Fu Zhiyan looked at the smiling faces behind him, wanted to laugh, but held back, and told him with a straight face: "I still have this bit of common sense. Wen Xing bought porridge, and it will be delivered later. After eating, you can take a good rest."

Yuan Qiao didn't give up, and wanted to fight for herself. Fu Zhiyan took the phone away, like a ruthless guardian. Yuan Qiao wanted to reach out to take it, but she didn't dare, so she obediently retracted her hand.

After a while, Wen Xing came back with porridge. The town is not big, but there are a lot of delicious food. He didn't know what Yuan Qiao liked to eat, so he bought a lot of food based on the principle that "the boss's wife is more precious than the boss" .

Fu Zhiyan opened the bag for Yuan Qiao to choose. Yuan Qiao had no appetite, and there was no ice cream he wanted, so he pointed at the vegetable porridge wearily.

Seeing his rare temper tantrum, Fu Zhiyan was amused, and dug a spoonful of porridge with a small plastic spoon and handed it to Yuan Qiao's mouth.