After the scumbag awakens

Wechat has many functions and various aspects, making people dizzy, but for Zhou Shen, it is just a very basic social tool.

Therefore, after two attempts, he was sure that it was not a system failure.

The man frowned slightly, took a screenshot, and after hiding Qi Ran's information, sent the picture to the secretary's WeChat.

【Zhou: What is this? 】

Although it was past eleven o'clock in the evening, his secretary was still contributing to the company and did not rest.

After seeing the boss's message, the secretary's expression couldn't help but twisted, and he replied truthfully after being entangled.

The tone is still very tactful.

[You may have been blocked. 】

When Zhou Chen saw this news, he almost laughed out of anger.

He thought of Qi Ran's bad look on the way back, and he knew that the other party would definitely find a way to get back the place, but he didn't expect it to be like this...

childish.

Zhou Chen couldn't help shaking his head helplessly, but his eyes were full of indulgent smiles.

He propped his head on one hand, and was thinking about how to calm down his little ancestor tomorrow morning, when suddenly the phone on the table rang.

Zhou Chen took a look, and his face turned cold suddenly.

He picked up the phone, slightly parted his thin lips, "Mr. Liang."

**

After half an hour.

Zhou Shen couldn't fall asleep. Standing on the balcony and blowing the cold wind, he still couldn't calm down. He put on a windbreaker and walked outside.

Although it can be seen from the outside that most of the leading actors of the film crew live in this hotel, and the rooms are relatively concentrated, but the two adjacent suites on this floor are specially arranged by him, and only Qi Ran and him are the only ones.

Zhou Chen paused for a moment, took out the room card stuck on the wall, copied it into his pocket, opened the door and walked out.

It's already late at night.

There was no one in the corridor, only a few lamps were shining with warm yellow light, and the oil paintings on the walls looked very soft.

Zhou Chen glanced sideways and found that Qi Ran's door was half open.

The man was startled suddenly, and then he saw the door was pushed open from the inside.

Fei Rong stood behind the door, holding a woolen coat on her left forearm, she couldn't help being stunned when she met Zhou Chen's eyes, "Why are you here?"

The young man was wearing daytime clothes, his eyes were sober, and there was an anxiety that he couldn't hide.

Zhou Chen was keenly aware of something, "What's wrong with Qi Ran?"

"Brother Ran has a fever," Fei Rong said, without looking at him, turned around and walked to the bed in a hurry.

The curtains were tightly closed, and the moonlight outside the house could not penetrate, only the small lamp on the bedside cast a faint soft light.

Being too far away, Zhou Chen couldn't see Qi Ran's face clearly, but could only vaguely see a bulging ball of quilt on the bed.

He followed Fei Rong striding closer, and saw the young man gently helping him to sit up.

The light fell on Qi Ran's face, although it was soft, it made him frown uncomfortably.

Zhou Chen's heart shrank slightly, and he subconsciously touched the switch on the wall to dim the light.

Fei Rong didn't pay attention to his movements, and tried to put a thick coat on Qi Ran, but the man's consciousness was drowsy, and he didn't cooperate at all.

The young man couldn't help getting anxious, and approached the man's ear and called softly, "Brother Ran, Brother Ran?"

Qi Ran was disturbed by the noise and murmured indistinctly.

His eyes were half closed, his face was flushed abnormally, his eyelids were hot, and his brows were tightly furrowed, making him look extremely uncomfortable.

Zhou Chen moved closer, bent down and pressed Qi Ran's forehead with the back of his hand.

The hot temperature under his palm made his heart tremble.

He looked at Qi Ran in distress, his voice was dry and hoarse due to anxiety, but it was soft in the man's ears, "Qi Ran, can you still walk by yourself?"

Hearing a familiar voice, Qi Ran barely concentrated his mind to glance at him, and it took him a long time to recognize Zhou Chen's face.

There was a faint smile on his lips, he raised his head, and the scorching breath in his breath sprayed on Zhou Chen's hands, making the man's heart tremble slightly.

Zhou Chen was about to ask another question, but Qi Ran smiled at him, pressing his palms on the edge of the bed and trying to stand up.

Zhou Chen took advantage of the situation to hold his forearm, supporting most of his weight.

Qi Ran weakly scolded the system that does not do anything in his mind, and suddenly his eyes went dark, and he fell to one side.

next moment.

His body seemed to fall into a warm embrace.

**

A rare sunny day.

Near noon, the autumn sun was shining in the sky.

The orange-yellow sunlight shines in through the white window screens, as if the strong heat has been filtered out, leaving only the silent warmth.

The man on the bed was pale and slept peacefully with his eyes closed.

One of his hands was gently held by the man beside the bed, and he hid it in his arms with great care.

for a long time.

The sun gradually slanted westward.

The crow-feather-like eyelashes seemed to tremble a few times, and Qi Ran slowly opened his eyes.

As far as the line of sight is a blank white.

He had a splitting headache and a sore throat, but he didn't have much strength, so he just moved his fingers lightly.

"you're awake?"

A familiar voice came from beside him.

Qi Ran frowned, and waited until the pain in his eyes gradually eased, and there were no more blurry patches of color in his vision, then he could clearly see Zhou Chen sitting beside the bed.

The man looked tired, his clothes were casual and messy, but his black eyes with a few bloodshot eyes couldn't hide his joy.

Qi Ran closed her eyes, her dry lips pursed slightly.

He was about to speak, but Zhou Chen stopped him.

"Don't talk yet," the man let go of his hand, and when he stood up, his body, which had been in the same position for a long time, froze, and then slowly recovered from the numbness, walked to the table and poured him a glass of warm water .

Qi Ran bent his elbows to prop up his upper body, sat up with Zhou Chen's help, and took a sip of water from his hand.

The discomfort in the throat seemed to be soothed by water.

His drooping eyelashes fluttered a few times, and he raised his eyes to look at the sky outside the window.

Outside the white window screens, Yinhong Yunxia piled up in the sky, which is really beautiful.

He looked away, "What time is it?"

Zhou Chen put down the glass, "You have been in a coma for seventeen hours."

Qi Ran was slightly taken aback, and blurted out worry, "Today's play—"

His words were interrupted by Zhou Chen.

"Since when are you still thinking about work?"

The man frowned, his expression was full of displeasure, "You have a high fever of [-] degrees, if Fei Rong hadn't discovered it in time last night, you would have gone crazy by now."

It was rare for him to speak so harshly, and he moved his lips in unison. After all, he felt guilty and could only lower his eyes and not speak.

After Zhou Chen finished speaking, he realized that his tone was too strong, but this matter was no small matter. It didn't matter how Ren Qiran struggled on weekdays, but physical problems should not be underestimated.

Thinking about it, his eyes became serious again, "You didn't dry your hair last night."

Qi Ran didn't expect that this could be said, and his eyes wandered uncomfortably.

Seeing his appearance, Zhou Chen couldn't bear to say harsh words anymore, and slowly softened his voice.

He sighed, "Don't do this in the future, you are the one who gets sick and suffer, have you learned the lesson?"

Qi Ran pushed back dissatisfied, "I'm dedicating myself to art."

A smile flashed across Zhou Chen's eyes, but on the surface he said ruthlessly, "You are delaying the progress of the crew."

Qi Ran choked, and then retorted in a low voice, "I'm not the protagonist, and being absent for a day won't affect much."

"Yes," Zhou Chen sighed again, "You are almost done, but neither of us is here, what did you ask Director Zheng to film?"

Hearing this, Qi Ran raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "Who told you to stay here, and you don't have a fever."

Zhou Chen paused.

He took a deep look at Qi Ran, and saw that the other party's face was taken for granted, as if grasping his mistake to win the game, he couldn't help cursing, "Little heartless."

He asked, "Who am I doing this for?"

Qi Ran narrowed his eyes.

He looked at Zhou Chen carefully for a while, and suddenly the corners of his lips curled up, and he laughed, "By the way, Mr. Zhou——"

He paused subtly, as if deliberately arousing people's curiosity, "There is something I've wanted to ask you for a long time."

Qi Ran's tone was casual, and Zhou Chen wasn't nervous, he even picked a rosy plump apple from the table and peeled it with a knife.

The thin peel elongates round and round.

He tilted his head, "You ask."

Qi Ran didn't make a fool of herself, "Do you like me?"

The slight ending sound rises.

Zhou Chen slipped his hand and almost cut his finger.

He raised his head suddenly, but bumped into a wanton smile.

There was a playful smile in his eyes, as if he had succeeded in a prank, mischievous and flamboyant.

Zhou Chen couldn't say what he felt in his heart, maybe it was loss, or something else, but his intuition told him that this was an opportunity.

Rare opportunity.

So he nodded, "Yes."

The man looked directly into his eyes with a solemn expression: "I like you."

Qi Ran's smile froze.

He saw the seriousness in Zhou Chen's expression, and the teasing smile in his eyes gradually subsided, showing a bit of indifference.

There is no need to say another word.

Such a look has already given Zhou Chen the answer.

The man inevitably felt disappointed and regretful, but his heart felt like a boulder fell to the ground, and he had an unexpected feeling inexplicably.

He didn't sigh, but his voice was low and firm, "You don't need to respond to me in a hurry."

The man's eyes were gentle, "I know that what happened before has hurt you, but I'm different from him. Don't feel burdened, and you don't need to do anything. Just go in your own direction, and I will catch up with you."

He said, smiling slightly, "At that time, can you give me the answer again?"

Zhou Chen's overly calm gaze made Qi Ran lower his eyes.

Thick eyelashes cast shadows on the eyelids, and his tone was very light: "I don't think about these now."

He paused for a moment, and said firmly: "I just want to make a good movie."

Zhou Chen shook his head indifferently, "It's okay, I have enough time to wait for you."

"Zhou Chen," Qi Ran called the man's name seriously for the first time, "Maybe all your efforts are in vain."

"I don't know how to love." He raised his lips and smiled casually. "You should know that Su Yunhe has tried his best to chase me for three years..."

He asked lightly: "What is the result now?"

"That's his fault, it has nothing to do with you."

Zhou Chen answered without any hesitation.

Qi Ran looked at him for a while, turned his eyes sideways, and let out a low snort.

He said indifferently: "Whatever you want."

Such a nonchalant attitude made Zhou Chen laugh slowly. He peeled off the last bit of the apple and handed it to Qi Ran, "Do you want to eat?"

Qi Ran didn't even look at it, and didn't give him any face.

He dictated, "I want seafood porridge."

When it comes to health issues, Zhou Chen's bottom line is still extremely firm, "You can't eat seafood yet."

Qi Ran raised his hand and pointed to the door, "Go out."

He was upset, "I don't want to see you, call Xiaorong."

The author says:

Zhou Chen: ...a little prickly.

Fei Rong: QAQ Brother Ran finally remembered me. Speaking of which, I also kept watch all night. Didn’t I just go out and get the test report?

Double update tomorrow, good night~

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Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: one for every 1 years;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 2 bottles of Nanmuxuanzi; ~o(〃'▽'〃)o, 1 bottle of salted fish;

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