The movie star's dumb little milk bag

Yuan Qiao's small face seemed to be on fire, she looked at Fu Zhiyan, and then at Wen Xing who was standing aside.

Wen Xing tactfully took a portion of fried noodles and went to the small sofa next to him to eat alone.

"It's inconvenient for you to have an infusion in your right hand. Open your mouth." Fu Zhiyan didn't think there was anything wrong with his behavior at all. To be precise, he was testing, and he was constantly testing Yuan Qiao's bottom line.

While eating fried noodles, Wen Xing peeked at him with his eyes. He didn't know Yuan Qiao's situation, but Yuan Qiao's reluctance could be seen by someone with long eyes. What about deflated?

Yuan Qiao was in a daze, and Fu Zhiyan didn't intend to take his hand back. He seemed calm, but in fact he was beating drums in his heart, thinking about counting down to dozens, and if Yuan Qiao couldn't accept it, let him eat by himself.

Unexpectedly, Fu Zhiyan was entangled in his heart, and Yuan Qiao was also at war between heaven and man. Whenever he was free during this time, he would take out his mobile phone and search for some news about Fu Zhiyan on the Internet. Most people commented on him as young and talented. Because, she looks good, has a good family background, and has good acting skills. If she had to say that she has any shortcomings, it would be her bad temper, but among all the fans of wives, this is the representative of man.

Yuan Qiao was a little confused, but such a Fu Zhiyan would patiently accompany him, coax him, and hug him.

"Cough." At the end of ten seconds, Fu Zhiyan moved his hand a little away, his voice was still gentle and patient: "Then eat by yourself, you need to eat more to..."

Before the words were finished, Yuan Qiao came up suddenly, took the small spoon in her mouth, ate up the porridge inside with a blushing face, and then leaned against the bed with her head down and said nothing.

Fu Zhiyan didn't have much experience in taking care of others, so the spoonful was full, Yuan Qiao wrapped it in her mouth, and her cheeks were bulging.

"So good," Fu Zhiyan's heart turned into a puddle of water, and he quickly scooped up another big spoonful. Yuan Qiao shook her head with a sad face, and pointed to the porridge that was about to overflow.

"It's too much, where did he eat so much?" Wen Xing had already swallowed a portion of fried noodles, and at some point stood behind Fu Zhiyan with a gloating expression on his face.

"I'm sorry, it was my mistake," Fu Zhiyan immediately admitted his mistake and poured the porridge back.

With Wen Xing standing aside, Yuan Qiao felt even more embarrassed, and ate with a sullen head. Fu Zhiyan saw his embarrassment and sent Wen Xing away.

Yuan Qiao ate a few mouthfuls and then shook his head. Fu Zhiyan coaxed him to take another three mouthfuls. He patted his stomach lightly, indicating that he was really full.

The sick person had a bad appetite, so Fu Zhiyan didn't dare to force him, so he wiped Yuan Qiao's mouth and ate the remaining half bowl of porridge with his spoon.

The rain had stopped. The doctor came to pull out Yuan Qiao's needle, and took his temperature again. It was still 38°C. Fu Zhiyan was wandering around, took out his mobile phone and wanted to call Xie Lin, and asked him to arrange an ambulance to come. Take Yuan Qiao back.

"Ah, actually, you don't have to be so anxious..." The doctor felt that he was about to sweat when he saw his bewildered look.

This is not the first time he has cooperated with Fu Zhiyan. He was also the doctor of the crew when Fu Zhiyan was filming a costume drama. At that time, Fu Zhiyan was injured in a fight scene and had five stitches in his arm. The doctor advised him to rest for a while , but he didn't listen, and ran to continue filming after the infusion. Fortunately, the wound recovered well.

At that time, the director of that play was also a well-known director in the circle. He didn’t say anything on the surface, but he was full of praise for Fu Zhiyan in private, saying that there are not many wealthy young masters like him who can endure hardships. Covering the sky with your hands is a good tutor.

Who knows how Fu Zhiyan lost his mind when he met such a beautiful young man!

The two stood by the window. Yuan Qiao saw the undisguised anxiety on Fu Zhiyan's face, and felt warm in his heart. He lifted the quilt and got out of bed. As soon as he sat up, Fu Zhiyan ran over in a hurry.

"What's wrong? Why are you sitting up? You're still sick." Having said that, Fu Zhiyan carefully helped Yuan Qiao up.

Yuan Qiao pointed out the window, the rain had stopped, the air was mixed with the smell of soil, with a touch of dampness, like when Zhao Di took him to play in the wild when he was young.

Yuan Qiao sniffed greedily, Fu Zhiyan was amused by his puppy-like expression, and pinched the tip of his nose: "Want to go out?"

Yuan Qiao nodded frantically, blinked, with a flattering look.

"You can go out for a walk, the air in the room is not circulated, it's good to breathe some fresh air." The doctor came over and looked at Yuan Qiao with a smile, "Do you think you have strength?"

Yuan Qiao nodded, smiled happily at the doctor, and then made a thank you sign language.

Surprise flashed across the doctor's eyes, but it was fleeting.

"You're welcome," the doctor said, "but you can't go out for too long, you still need to rest more now,"

Yuan Qiao immediately went to pull Fu Zhiyan's arm, then pointed at the doctor, with excitement on his face, which meant that even the doctor said so, and told him to take him out quickly.

"Little white-eyed wolf," Fu Zhiyan teased him with a smile, "Have you forgotten who treated you well?"

Yuan Qiao shook her head quickly, pointed at Fu Zhiyan, and firmly stated that it was him.

There is a small hill behind the homestay. Fu Zhiyan was afraid that Yuan Qiao would catch cold, so he wrapped Yuan Qiao into a ball and took him for a walk nearby.

It was already dark, the surrounding area was very empty, and even the sky was much bluer than usual. Today there is a moon, and you can see the rare stars in the city. There are endless cicadas singing in the bushes. Fu Zhiyan feels that this is the happiest moment in the world. That's all - it would be even better if the little cutie around me didn't have a fever.

Yuan Qiao looked up at the sky, his eyes were shining, he raised his hand high, pointed to the sky, and shook Fu Zhiyan's arm.

"I saw it, I saw it," Fu Zhiyan didn't look up at all, and went to look at Yuan Qiao.

"Cough, Yuan Qiao," Fu Zhiyan's heart moved, "Don't call me Teacher Fu in the future, okay? Change your name."

Yuan Qiao withdrew his gaze and looked up at Fu Zhiyan. He obviously didn't understand how his subject changed so quickly. After thinking for a while, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket and was about to write when Fu Zhiyan held his hand in his palm.

Because he was still running a fever, Yuan Qiao's little hands were icy, causing Fu Zhiyan to feel distressed again: "No need to write, I know what you want to say, I'm older than you, so I'll call me Brother Yan from now on, okay?"

There's nothing wrong with it, Yuan Qiao nodded and agreed without hesitation.

"Can I also give you a name?" Fu Zhiyan tentatively said, "Reciprocity is the norm."

Yuan Qiao thought about it seriously and agreed.

Fu Zhiyan looked up at the sky, and said with a smile, "You know, from the first time I saw you, I thought you were very beautiful and excellent, shining like a star in the sky."

"Call you Winky, okay?"

Fu Zhiyan looked down at Yuan Qiao, with a rare tenderness on his face that could only be shown in front of Yuan Qiao, and a smile in his eyes, dotted with stars.

Yuan Qiao suddenly withdrew his hand from Fu Zhiyan's hand, took out the phone, hesitated for a while, wrote a few words, and held it in front of Fu Zhiyan.

[Brother Yan, I want to learn to speak. 】