The whole world thinks I still love him [Rebirth]

Cong Lie opened his eyes sleepily, and found that he was holding Yunji tightly in his arms with hands and feet.

He rubbed his eyes, "Huh?"

"Huh, what? Get up!" Yunji pushed him with his hands, but he couldn't move at all.

"Oh... did you sleep well?" Cong Lie's voice was a little hoarse, and it didn't sound like it was just waking up, but hoarse after catching a cold.

Yunji frowned tightly, "If you don't hold me down, I can sleep better."

Cong Lie probably moved him to bed in the middle of the night because he was afraid that he would not be able to rest well and delay his work.

He was grateful, but he stopped at gratitude.

He touched the thermometer from the bedside and handed it to Cong Lie, "Take it, don't have a fever again."

Cong Lie grabbed his hand and was about to stick it on his forehead, "Touch it."

Yunji frowned and pulled his hand away, "What are you touching? You use a thermometer to measure."

"It's not hot, you'll know it when you touch it. It takes time to measure your body temperature." Cong Lie insisted on holding his hand and pressing it on his forehead.

It was only slightly warmer indeed.

As far as Cong Lie's physique is concerned, it's likely that he will heal in a while.

Yunji got up from the bed and changed his clothes, ready to put on his bag and go to the swing to gather.

"Aren't you waiting for me?" Cong Lie also got up from the bed, his voice full of disbelief, "You go to the assembly by yourself first, how are you going to cross that single-plank bridge later?"

"I asked the field manager yesterday. We don't have to go the same way down the mountain. There is no single-plank bridge." Yunji could understand that Cong Lie was afraid that he would trouble him again.

After all, with Cong Lie's back, whether he can carry a bag as big as him is still a problem.

Thinking of this, Yunji felt that he should return the favor that Cong Lie gave him to cross the bridge yesterday.

"The wound on your back has just scabbed over again. I'll carry your backpack for you today." Yunji's own backpack is very light, and carrying Cong Lie's treasure chest-like bag is at best a strenuous effort, but it's not impossible to carry it completely.

"I don't need you to carry it for me." Cong Lie seemed a little annoyed when he got up, and pulled the bag out of his hand, "It's good that you can carry your own bag well."

Since he is so ignorant of good and evil, Yunji doesn't want to get entangled with him.

"Then you carry it yourself." After he finished speaking, he was ready to go out directly.

"Yunji!" Cong Lie was almost out of breath when he called him.

Yunji could only stand still, "What are you doing?"

"I brought you breakfast in my bag, you eat first." Cong Lie added harshly, "I won't have to recite it all over again."

Yunji heard the same thing, the meal that Cong Lie brought must be better than the one prepared by the program group.

He flipped through Cong Lie's bag, which contained a sealed bottle of goat's milk and two sweet buns stuffed with red bean paste.

"You ask the field manager to warm up the milk for you, don't drink it cold." After Cong Lie muttered in a low voice, he looked for medicine on the bedside table.

Last night when he was looking for medicine from the field manager, Yunji felt that he was not taken seriously. It was only when he heard that the medicine was for Cong Lie that his attitude softened a bit.

In fact, this is easy to understand. For this program, Yunji was originally a tool to indirectly gain Cong Lie's popularity. Now that Cong Lie himself is here, Yunji is not so important.

Yunji wouldn't bother with such details.

"Don't bother." He unscrewed the bottle cap and prepared to drink.

Before the glass bottle was brought to his mouth, Cong Lie snatched it away, "Why are you so disobedient?"

His quick look does not seem to be sick.

"The temperature isn't that low now, is it? Why can't you drink it?" Yunji frowned and asked him, "And it's necessary to bother the management because of such trivial things?"

"Who thinks you're troublesome?" Cong Lie could only hear what he wanted to hear, "That's what field management is for. Isn't it their job to ensure that the guests are in good working condition? What's the trouble with warming up milk?"

After saying that he was already dressed, he twisted Yunji's wrist and walked out, "I want to see who dares to think you are troublesome."

Regardless of whether Yunji agrees or not, Cong Lie directly took him to the on-duty room of the field management, and asked, "I want a hot bottle of milk, is it convenient for you to heat it up?"

The man with glasses was still on duty.

As soon as he saw Cong Lie, he immediately took the goat milk in his hand respectfully, "Convenience, there is a microwave oven here, and it will be heated for you right now."

Cong Lie still stared at him: "You brought Yunji the medicine yesterday? Did you bother?"

"No trouble, no trouble!" The man with glasses nodded and bowed, "It's not trouble at all!"

"Fifty seconds is enough, don't make it too hot." Cong Lie looked away from him, stretched his arms, and pulled Yunji to his side.

At this time, the lens of the camera has been attached.

Yunji was a little stunned.

Maybe the goat milk was brought by Cong Lie by the show crew.

Very reasonable.

After the goat milk was warmed up, he ate two small buns, which felt warm and comfortable in his stomach.

I can't help but feel that participating in this program kills two birds with one stone.

It is also healthy and has work benefits.

When going down the mountain, Yunji chatted with Cong Lie casually.

Out of the instinct of a partner, he habitually worked for Cong Lie, "How are you preparing for the concert next month?"

Cong Lie paused slightly, and answered irrelevant questions, "I just thought of a name for the concert, to pay tribute to my most important person."

Of course Yunji knew the name of the concert.

"To Mr. C".

In his opinion, Cong Lie is a bit narcissistic, and C stands for Cong Lie, so the most important person to him is himself.

Not surprisingly.

But this is working hours, he has the responsibility to cooperate with the business.

Yunji followed his words and asked, "What name?"

"'FürMr.C'," Cong Lie blushed, "meaning, dedicated to Mr. C."

"It sounds good," Yunji nodded, "What kind of Mr. C is it dedicated to?"

"Dedicated to Mr. C when I was 17 years old. We met at that time." Cong Lie's eyes dodged a little, but he still turned towards Yunji. Will change."

Yunji was slightly taken aback, only paying attention to the first half of his sentence.

It turns out that Mr. C is not Cong Lie.

But another living person.

This is even more ridiculous.

In the three years he lived with Cong Lie, he didn't even know that there was such an important person to Cong Lie.

He lowered his eyes, a little regretting bringing up the subject.

"I chose this name because he likes "Fur Elise." Cong Lie tried to catch Yunji's gaze.

Yunji also likes "To Alice".

But when I heard him say that now, I felt dislike for a moment.

"Really." Yunji was a little absent-minded, trying to ignore Cong Lie's voice.

Cong Lie continued, "He helped me a lot..."

"Okay." Yunji gave him a short smile, "I wish your concert a success."

Cong Lie stunned him for a moment, but he still followed, "Are you free then? Will you come to the scene?"

Yunji wanted to ask Cong Lie what he meant.

He dedicated it to other people's concerts, why did he go there by himself?

But in front of the camera, he couldn't refuse too bluntly, "Let's talk about it when the time comes, let's see the schedule."

Cong Lie was quiet for a while, his voice hoarse than when he just woke up in the morning, "What can you be so busy that you can't even spare time for a concert?"

Yunji was half joking, half taking it for granted, "I can't buy a ticket, Mr. Cong's ticket, even scalpers can only grab the outfield."

"You don't need to buy a ticket," Cong Lie said with a low voice, "I can take you in."

Yunji understood.

This is doing the program effect.

That's what Cong Lie said now, so he just listened to it.

"Okay, Teacher Cong said so, of course I'd rather be respectful than obedient." Yunji smiled.

But Cong Lie was still not very happy, and asked again, "Are you really going to come?"

Yunji didn't want to continue this topic anymore, he just wanted to get over it quickly, "Of course I'm going."

But in fact, as long as he thinks of that name and those shining lights, he can only recall the cold rain that day, and the smell of tobacco lingering around him when he squatted with the cattle.

Cong Lie's interest was obviously much higher next time, and he even sang two songs in the car that set off for sea fishing later.

The popularity of the barrage skyrocketed instantly.

[Hearing that Yunji agreed to come to the concert, a certain Kugai's eyes almost burst into laughter hahahaha! 】

【Ah, brother lie is my god! ! ! 】

[Why do some people's voices sound like musical instruments?When I heard Cong Lie's voice, I got goosebumps. It's not an exaggeration. 】

[Who save me why is it so sweet?Cong Lie is like that kind of sweet puppy, this is the first time I see this Cong Lie, help! 】

【Did you see Cong Lie's eyes chasing Yunji and asking if he would come?Ah, my heart is pounding! 】

【He said he was willing to—】

[By the way, is there a chance to hear the two chorus? 】

[Chorus Chorus! ! !I can't hear the chorus, my friend will die in peace, woo woo woo! 】

【Yunji Wife—I want to hear my wife sing——】

The host immediately enlivened the atmosphere according to the direction of the wind, "It seems that we have never heard Teacher Yun sing before. The audience's voice is so loud, would Teacher Yun be willing to show his face?"

Yunji shook his head, smiled and said, "I'm tone deaf, I should scare everyone."

"Then why? Beauty can sing, Teacher Yun must be modest." Yu Suiqing looked at him with a smile, "Everyone wants to hear you sing so much, Teacher Yun wouldn't even have this little wish Are you satisfied?"

But Yunji really can't sing.

In his previous life, in order to cater to Cong Lie, he learned bel canto for a long time. Later, the master said to him very euphemistically: "Hobbies are the same as lovers. They can be broad, but the most important thing is that they suit you."

But he only understood one level at that time.

Yunji remembers a gathering of friends. At that time, because he and Cong Lie had a lot of work overlap, many people who came knew both of them at the same time.

After dinner that day, everyone booed and said to sing a song together.

Of course, many people want to get to know Cong Lie more often so that they can get along better in the future.

Although Yunji can drink a lot, he blocked a lot of wine for Cong Lie that day, and he was already a bit drunk.

Then there were more people in the KTV, and everyone booed Yangzi again, asking Yunji, who had never sung in public, to start, and led Cong Lie to sing in a chorus.

He shouldn't be drinking so much.

So much so that for a moment the superiors forgot that they had no score on the fifth line.

Yunji still remembered that it was a love song.

When the prelude sounded, the others were still shaking with the beat, but when Yunji opened his mouth, the whole box froze.

Somewhat a little drunk, he didn't even notice that the smiles on everyone's faces were getting bigger and bigger.

Then someone began to push Cong Lie forward, "Hurry up, hurry up, and play the piano with us, Mr. Yun."

At that time, Yunji squinted a pair of drunken eyes like peach blossoms, "Cong Lie, I...I dedicate this song to you."

There was a process for the smell of alcohol to come out, and it happened to be the time when Yunji's consciousness was most lax.

Leaning precariously on a high singing marble table, he waved to Cong Lie.

In those few seconds, he was happy.

Because he was looking forward to the first chorus with Cong Lie.

Then, under the gaze of everyone, Cong Lie walked out of the box with a sullen face, and slammed the door shut.

It was like a thunderbolt slamming in the ear.

Yunji's wine woke up immediately.

But now he can't remember how he got home that day at all.

Whether by car or walking, did you vomit, did you wander around the door of the house all night.

He doesn't want to remember.

"I'll sing with you." Cong Lie interrupted Yunji's memories.

Yunji blinked, pursed his lips and smiled, "Go ahead and sing, I really can't sing."

"It doesn't matter." Cong Lie still maintained his high spirits today, "I will sing with you."

The smile on Yunji's face gradually became more polite, and his tone became a little more serious, "Teacher Cong sing by himself."

Cong Lie looked at him, the hot air that was overflowing from his body slowly dissipated, and sank into the seat by the window.

The host laughed and laughed, "Teacher Cong has sung several songs, let's let Teacher Cong take a break for a while. It has been said that we Bingqiao can sing, do you want to show your voice?"

Cao Zhen smiled bluntly, "Did you ask him to sing road rock for his first show? You are really sloppy."

The host's face didn't turn red, "It's just singing a cappella is the best."

Because Yunji said hello before coming here, Liao Bingqiao didn't feel stage-frightened, and actually took the guitar handed over by the host, "Sing pop, right? Singing rock and roll in the bus is really exaggerated."

In fact, Yunji taught him these things, just like how Yunji taught Cong Lie how to deal with the media.

When to say what to say, what to reveal and what to hide, all are particular.

For example, if you want newcomers to sing at this time, it must be to leave a gentle and good first impression for everyone, and the hole cards must be reserved for occasions with a sense of ceremony to blow up the audience.

As expected of Yunji who has witnessed a new rock star with a hit song, when Liao Bingqiao opened his voice, the eyes of everyone in the car stared straight.

The whole car fell silent, everyone was listening.

He sang a relatively flat popular love song that Yunji had chosen for him before he came here.

Interpreted by his metallic voice, the love song is indescribably romantic.

Just when everyone was intoxicated by his singing, Liao Bingqiao got stuck.

He was still playing the guitar in his hand, but he forgot the words.

Liao Bingqiao was about to put away the piano in embarrassment, when he suddenly heard Yunji behind him whispering a reminder to him.

Yunji watched him practice this song, and would sing a few lines, just to remind him.

As a result, Liao Bingqiao remembered, and kept turning around to sing to Yunji.

At this time, the camera also moved over, Yunji was not good enough to prevent Liao Bingqiao from getting a unilateral response, so he sang a few words in a low voice in coordination.

In fact, at the volume of his singing, the radio may not even be able to receive it.

But the barrage exploded.

【Hey hey my wife doesn't like fire like ice~】

[milk dog yyds! 】

[Bing Qiao's brother sings beautifully! ! 】

【When will Bingqiao release the song? 】

[Yunji Beauty sings louder, please! !I am looking forward to——]

[Haha Huo Shaoyun overturned, right?Yunji didn't sing with Cong Lie, yes! 】

[Bing Qiao's younger brother sings a love song, who can resist it? 】

[Although Father Cong is perfect, Brother Bingqiao is so cute and innocent! 】

Yunji glanced at it, and was barely satisfied with the effect.

He didn't expect that there was a small twist in the middle, and the response from netizens was unexpectedly good.

The following sea fishing trip is quite easy.

Yunji always liked fishing, and he fished well.

Among the few people, he was the only one who kept fishing, and soon the camera was completely focused on him. Except for the program crew, the uncles on the same floating reef were basically surrounded.

The only strange thing is that Cong Lie never bothered him.

Yunji couldn't help but feel that there was something about this program group, and that it knew how to create a show for the audience.

As long as it is beneficial to the development of Liao Bingqiao and Han Hai, he doesn't mind at all.

After most of the day, Yunji took a few people with him and caught a very good catch.

This first episode of the program can be regarded as a relatively satisfactory conclusion.

A group of people packed their backpacks and prepared to return, but Cong Lie kept squatting on the ground and dawdling.

Yunji was close to him, and after putting away his own, he prepared to put it away for him quickly, and went back to the hotel to rest early.

As a result, he touched Cong Lie's hand when he was helping Cong Lie unzip his backpack, and it was abnormally hot.

Yunji immediately raised his hand to touch Cong Lie's forehead, and found that the redness on his cheeks was not from the sun at all, but from a fever.

"What's the matter with you?" Yunji became anxious, "Why didn't you make a sound when it was burned like this?"

He immediately prepared to ask the field manager to send Cong Lie to the hospital.

Cong Lie grabbed his wrist, almost crushing his bones.

He looked up at Yunji's red eyes and was puzzled, "Why are you willing to sing with him, but not with me?"

Yunji's originally anxious expression gradually turned cold.

He reached out to take Cong Lie's hand off his wrist.

Cong Lie was much stronger than him, so he competed with him.

Yunji didn't show weakness at all, almost rubbed his wrists off his oily skin, and pushed Cong Lie's hand down.

"I can sing with whoever I want to sing with." Now that there is no camera restriction, Yunji's attitude has returned to indifference, "What standpoint do you use to ask?"

They really don't have that kind of relationship anymore.

Cong Lie really wanted to ask him like before: Is it because he was bored, so he took it for granted and couldn't wait?

But he didn't have the same inquiring stance as in the past.

And he couldn't help being a little scared, afraid that Yunji would tell him again: Yes, I'm just tired.

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From Nanshi back to Jingzhou, because Cong Lie had a low-grade fever all the way, Yunji sat with him when picking the plane seat.

After the plane took off, Cong Lie covered his face with his hat and never spoke.

After a while, Yunji took his temperature with a thermometer and felt that the temperature was slowly going down, so he was relieved.

When he called Cong Lie to get up for a sip of water, there were two little girls in the front row looking over here.

When the plane took off, the two little girls probably saw that Cong Lie was awake, so they came over with their mobile phones, pens and paper.

Yunji sat on the side of the aisle, and when he saw them approaching, he thought something was wrong.

Because Cong Lie has a quick temper, and he doesn't have a good face when he is sick.

Even for the fans, he probably didn't bother to be perfunctory.

Sure enough, when the two little girls asked "Are you Teacher Cong Lie", Cong Lie didn't respond at all.

"Cong Lie is resting, what's the matter?" Yun Ji originally wore a pair of sunglasses, but took them off out of courtesy to the girl.

As a result, the two little girls were even happier, "Ah, it's Teacher Yunji!"

"Mr. Yun, we like you so much! We have followed "Travel" all the way, we are so worried about you, please take care of your health, don't work too hard!"

Yunji has always been polite to the little girl, which is also due to the professional instinct of independent business, "This program is weekly, and we should meet again in June."

"Great! Teacher Yun, can we take a photo with you?" One of the little girls had already prepared her Polaroid and was ready to lean next to Yunji at any time.

Yunji thought it was okay to take a photo. Anyway, his own photos and videos were already on Netflix, and this one or two were not bad.

Just as he was about to agree, Cong Lie, who had been silent beside him, suddenly spoke, "It's so noisy."

Cong Lie's voice is low, but because of its superior voice, it has strong penetrating power.

Two words lightly, the entire first-class cabin can hear.

The two little girls stood up straight at once, pursed their lips and dared not speak.

Yunji frowned slightly.

Cong Lie is uncomfortable, but it is not good to spread his embarrassment to fans.

He explained for Cong Lie, "Teacher Cong has been a little uncomfortable these two days, so please forgive me."

"Oh, I know, I know." One of the little girls said in a soft voice, "I feel that you took good care of Mr. Cong at the end of the show. Although it's presumptuous, we really want to know...you have been together for a long time, haven't you? ?”

Yunji felt that their thinking was wrong, and wanted to clarify, "I..."

Another little girl said excitedly, "We are the host of Huoshao Yunchao, what we're talking about is true, right?"

Although the matter of Cong Lieyun gathering together has never been made public, there was originally a small group of people who steadfastly knocked on their CP.

As soon as this program was aired, those small voices grew wildly overnight like weeds blown by the spring breeze.

They are all convinced that Cong Lie and Yunji are really in love.

It was indeed talked about.

Even in this life.

Before Yunji could figure out how to ambiguously communicate with them, Cong Lie spoke again.

This time he sat up all over, "Who wants to sign?"

The two little girls were both surprised and happy, "Shall we take a group photo for you?"

Cong Lie was unusually straightforward, "Yes."

Without waiting for Yunji to express his opinion, Cong Lie put his arms around his shoulders, "Let's shoot."

Yunji was still looking at Cong Lie, but the side profile was captured by the camera.

When the image on the photo came out, Cong Lie took it over and looked at it, "I didn't take this one well, I kept it, you guys take another one."

The little girl was worried about how to ask them to take another picture, but she kind of wanted the one he had already taken, "We think that one is also..."

Cong Lie gave a rare smile, "I'll sign the photo for you later."

The two little girls stopped talking about the old photo for a moment, and happily took a new one for Yun Ji Cong Lie.

Seeing the two children leaving happily with the photos, Yunji felt a little disdainful, "Why do you steal other children's things?"

"It's a bad shot, you didn't look at the camera at the time." Cong Lie put the photo into his chest pocket and fastened the button of the pocket.

Yunji took his temperature again, and it almost dropped to 37 degrees.

Cong Lie was recuperating when the flight meal was delivered just now, Yunji didn't know what he was eating, so he asked the flight attendant to deliver it later.

Now that Cong Lie woke up, Yunji asked him, "Do you want to eat something?"

Cong Lie looked at him and asked back, "What did you eat?"

Yunji never eats the main course of the flight meal, "I ate a meal bun."

Cong Lie frowned, "How can I do that? Are you hungry now?"

After thinking about it, he asked again: "What do you want to eat when you get home later? I'll make it for you."

"What time is it when I go back, where is there still time to cook?" Yunji reminded him lightly, "And what I want to eat has nothing to do with you."

"Why doesn't it have anything to do with me? I don't know how to cook what you want to eat? How can I ignore you if you don't eat and get sick?" Cong Lie's eyebrows were almost raised into his hair.

Yunji was very funny, "You're acting too much, aren't you? The show is over."

Cong Lie leaned back on the chair forcefully, and covered his face with his hat again.

Because Cong Lie's body temperature had dropped, Yunji behind him also squinted for a while.

Although it was impossible to fall asleep, it was somewhat relaxing for a while.

When the plane landed, Yunji greeted Liao Bingqiao and told him to take the luggage and leave first, and he was going to hand Cong Lie to Liang Chao himself.

There is a large temperature difference between the north and the south, and it has rained and cooled down in Jingzhou in the past two days.

If it wasn't for the short time outdoors, Yunji and the others would have worn less clothes.

Liang Chao was waiting for them at the airport pick-up gate. When he saw Cong Lie with a gloomy face, he didn't even dare to raise his voice, "You two have worked hard."

"You can take him home. I'll just go to the taxi and wait in line." Yunji didn't have much luggage, so he wanted to go home early and rest.

"Come on, it's almost nine o'clock. It's the rush hour for taxis at the airport. When I came, I saw a long queue at the taxi stand! I'll take you back on the way." Liang Chao got the luggage from Yunji's hand on the cart.

Yunji thought about it too, maybe it would be better to wait for Liang Chao to finish delivering Cong Lie before sending himself off to wait in line.

After getting in the car, Yunji was thinking about what kind of instant noodles to eat at home, when Cong Lie said the first thing after getting off the plane: "Go directly to his house."

Yunji thought he had finally learned how to be a gentleman, so he didn't object anymore, because he was indeed a little tired.

The program team was too stupid, they were asked to catch a plane and leave on the day after the first episode was filmed, and they didn't have much room and board for one night.

The car was sent downstairs. When Yunji was picking up his luggage, he saw that Cong Lie had also come down. He couldn't help but frown, "What are you doing here to dry off? Go home early and get some sleep, and you'll be fine tomorrow, so you don't have to delay work later on."

Cong Lie didn't listen to him at all, and moved his luggage down regardless of Sanqi 21.

"What are you doing?" Yunji looked at him inexplicably, "What are you doing carrying boxes?"

Cong Lie grabbed his hand and pressed it on his forehead involuntarily, "I have a terrible burn, I want to lie down, and I don't want to go back to my house by myself."

Yunji wanted to shake his hand at first, but when he touched it, it was terribly hot, "Why don't you go to the hospital? You can't burn like this all night."

"I don't need it, I just want to sleep now." Cong Lie's face was very red, and his eyes were also bloodshot.

Cong Lie didn't have a special way of doing things before, but now that he is ill, Yunji dare not let him go back to his home rashly.

In case of burning Cong Lie, Han Hai will be the first to walk away.

Liang Chao took away one of Cong Lie's suitcases, and Cong Lie had to carry the suitcase for Yunji when he went upstairs.

"No, you mention your own." Yunji was afraid that he would faint at any time.

But Cong Lie still insisted on getting the two boxes upstairs.

After entering the house, Cong Lie went straight to the refrigerator, and took out the meat to defrost.

Although Yunji didn't want to have too many conversations with him, he still couldn't hold back his curiosity, "Aren't you sleepy and want to sleep? Why are you in the kitchen again?"

"Can't I be hungry?" Cong Lie's eyes were burning red, and he didn't look like he would be hungry.

But Yunji didn't bother to quarrel with him.

He returned to the living room after taking a shower, and the smell of porridge was wafting from the kitchen.

Yunji's interest in instant noodles disappeared in an instant, and he simply prepared to go back to the bedroom directly.

Cong Lie brought out two bowls of preserved egg and lean pork porridge from the kitchen, "I don't have time to cook it in a casserole, but use a pressure cooker, so don't pick it today."

Yunji's first reaction was to ask him when he had chosen, and then he thought about it for a while, and it seemed that he really only drank porridge made in a casserole.

But he originally planned to go home to make instant noodles.

"Eat quickly," Cong Lie sat down opposite him, "Pay the rent."

He didn't remember Yunji, but Cong Lie lived here to supervise him and cook to pay the rent.

"Oh." He was indeed quite hungry, and he finished his small bowl of porridge in a few mouthfuls.

After watching him finish eating, Cong Lie pushed his porridge in front of him again, "I haven't touched, you can drink it all."

Although it is made in a pressure cooker, the rice is crushed and the taste is well adjusted.

To be honest, after a busy day at Yunji, I really didn't drink enough.

"Didn't you say you're hungry? Why don't you eat?" Yunji asked.

"I have a fever and I don't have an appetite. Just eat well. Don't be too hungry at night." Cong Lie didn't say go to sleep, just leaned on the table and stared at him, "Eat it while it's hot, and leave it if you can't eat it."

Seeing that Cong Lie's eye sockets were burning red, Yunji put down the spoon, "Why don't I send you to the hospital."

"Can you drive?" Cong Lie looked at his watch, "It's past ten o'clock, go out and take a taxi to the hospital, and get an injection there, what time is it? Can you hold on?"

Yunji was a little upset when he asked him, and felt that he should not meddle in his business.

"It's up to you, you can ask Liang Chao to take you there if you want, and if you're sure it's all right, you can go to bed earlier." He took another two mouthfuls of porridge, got up and prepared to wash the dishes.

"Don't get in the cold water, I'll wash it later." Cong Lie pressed his hand again and took the bowl, "Go to sleep now."

Yunji really didn't understand what kind of hysteria Cong Lie was spouting. Why was the CP script of this show so powerful?

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The author has something to say:

Some puppies "I have a fever and need to lie down and sleep immediately", "I'm hungry, so cook before going to bed", "You can eat if you don't have an appetite when it's ready", "I'll wash the dishes after eating while it's hot" seamlessly.

This goes like this: Enter the show and be dedicated.

感谢在2022-06-1211:18:07~2022-06-1314:27:34期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: Enthusiastic and kind Ms. Bai, Yali, 542114911;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：风下、清岚20瓶；会来会离开、芝麻馅汤圆、檀痕10瓶；没有星期五、卿久6瓶；宫泽酸菜5瓶；朝俞确为我本意3瓶；45280122、MelOdy夏゛慕木2瓶；卿柚柚、神秘路人、present、風祅、小镇里的花、豆沙包汪汪汪、風樘1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!