The national male god he privately linked to the station brother

When Song Yan knew about the donation, the "Song Yan National Fan Support Association" support Weibo hadn't been posted yet, because Che Shaoqi planned to post it after finishing the orphanage.

At the end of the day's training, Song Yan didn't change his clothes, and ran outside the building wearing sweat-soaked clothes, and called Che Shaoqi.

"Hey."

Che Shaoqi's voice came into Song Yan's ears through the handset as usual, and Song Yan couldn't help feeling in his heart: He Song Yan, what virtue and ability, let such an excellent person spend so much money for charity for him Do your best to support yourself on your birthday.

"You donated so much money, what should I give you in return?" Song Yan asked him with a helpless smile.

Che Shaoqi was stunned for a moment, and said in a flat tone: "You know."

The tone of his speech seemed to be talking about an ordinary daily topic, rather than talking about throwing out millions of dollars casually, and donating to three orphanages.

"Yes, how should I receive such a big birthday present?" Song Yan asked again.

"It's a support, not a birthday gift." Although Che Shaoqi answered, he didn't answer the question Song Yan wanted to know more, "Because everyone has done what should be done, so I will do what I can."

"Where are you now?" This was the third question Song Yan asked.

Che Shaoqi was stunned, and reflexively looked around at the surrounding scenery, and saw the faculty dormitory that hadn't changed: "I'm at school."

"Wait for me, come and find you." Song Yan hung up the phone, he planned to talk face to face with Che Shaoqi about this big event that the other party thought was a "small matter".

Che Shaoqi sat in the dormitory and waited for half an hour. Song Yan appeared in front of him, sweating, and hadn't changed his training clothes.When the hat was taken off, Song Yan's hair was wet.

Che Shaoqi helped him throw his hat and coat into the washing machine, and pushed him into the bathroom: "Take a shower first."

Song Yan's words were blocked by the other party's simple three words, so he could only take a bath before coming out.This time, it was Che Shaoqi who helped him blow-dry his hair again. While doing it, Song Yan began to express his purpose for coming today.

"How can I return that donation to you?" This was the fourth time Song Yan asked today.

Che Shaoqi was a little unhappy, and muttered: "Why do you have to give it back to me?"

"Can I compensate you myself?" Song Yan grabbed Che Shaoqi with his backhand, pulled him from behind to in front of him, and let him sit on his lap.

Che Shaoqi paused, he thought Song Yan was going to return the money he donated, but now that he heard that was not the case, he was relieved, completely unaware that the sitting posture of the two of them was a bit ambiguous.

Turning off the hair dryer, Che Shaoqi blushed and refused: "No, it's just a support. The person who bought the big screen in Windsor Tower should have spent more money than me."

Che Shaoqi had also done big screen support before, but at that time he had a big screen on a landmark building in Yueqiao City, and the carousel was worth 31 yuan per hour, with other advertisements interspersed in between.But this time, the fan station that contracted Windsor Tower has a three-day carousel on March 170st, April [-]st, and April [-]nd, starting at [-]:[-] in the morning and ending at [-]:[-] in the evening. Calculated based on [-] an hour, it would be [-] million a day, which is far more than what Che Shaoqi donated.

What's more, [-] was only the price that Che Shaoqi used as a support a few years ago, and now he knows the price increase without even thinking about it.

Song Yan didn't understand these accounts, even if he did, he couldn't argue with his fans, but could only "argue" with his lover face to face.

"Then I'll give you myself as a gift in return, will you accept it?" Song Yan asked stubbornly.

Che Shaoqi looked at him, and finally replied with a blushing face, "Aren't we two in a relationship?"

"We're engaged." Song Yan emphasized the change in the relationship.

"...That's right, what are you talking about?" Che Shaoqi murmured.

"It's a form. You spent money for me, and I will give you something." Song Yan is a very stubborn person in certain things, and the things he insists on must have results.

Che Shaoqi was speechless by what he said, and nodded after a while: "Accept..."

Satisfied, Song Yan put his arms around his waist and got close to him: "What about the orphanage? If it's not decided that I'll go with you, the money you donated will not be changed, and other people's donations will be used first."

"It's all the same. The money that goes into the foundation is used for public welfare." Che Shaoqi felt that since it was donated, it should not be divided into public and private.

"That's right." Song Yan smiled, but in fact, he was still reluctant to part with the money donated by the float Shaoqi.

"I asked Mica to go to the orphanage, and he will bring back the results." Che Shaoqi explained, "Originally, five cities were planned, but the time is too urgent, and we are not in a hurry to do public welfare, so let's take it for the time being. Yueqiao, Wensha and Beiyao have been determined."

"Well, those who donate to the welfare home are eligible to name the welfare home. Let's go to the unveiling ceremony together."

"It will be several years later." For an orphanage to be officially unveiled and put into use, it must go through various complicated processes such as approval, planning, preparation, and inspection. How can it be said to go?

Song Yan didn't care about these things: "Anyway, I will go when it is completed. Even if it takes 80 to [-] years, we will go together when we are [-] or [-]."

Che Shaoqi was amused by him, smiled softly, then quickly put away the smile, and said solemnly: "It's okay."

The two of them lay side by side in the bed, Song Yan dragged Che Shaoqi and chattered a lot, such as "you must ask him first when you donate money in the future" no less than three times.In the end, Che Shaoqi was read and fell asleep by Song Yan.

The next morning, when Song Yan woke up, Che Shaoqi hadn't opened his eyes yet, he raised his hand to help Che Shaoqi push his bangs away, and felt that his forehead was very hot.Last night he just thought it was the hot weather and didn't care, but he didn't expect that Che Shaoqi had a fever.

Che Shaoqi curled up under the blanket with a flushed face, beads of sweat dripped from his stuffy nose, and the temperature on his body never dropped.

Song Yan was in a hurry, so he called Quan Responsibility. While urging him to come quickly, he took a few ice cubes from the refrigerator that were originally used to chill beer, stuffed them into a fresh-keeping bag and wrapped them in a towel , put it on Che Shaoqi's forehead, trying to help him cool down.

When the full responsibility arrived, Song Yan had already replaced Che Shaoqi with a second pack of ice packs.

"Brother Song, this has to be sent to the hospital. A sudden fever doesn't necessarily mean a cold." Quan Zhi hurriedly said.

Song Yan frowned, took a coat from the closet and put it on Che Shaoqi, then picked him up and said, "Let's go."

"Brother, hat and mask!" Quan Li shouted after him, jumping up anxiously, but he could only help Song Yan put on the hat.

Song Yan was too lazy to take care of the mask, and carried Che Shaoqi firmly to the car at a flying speed.Because he didn't want to attract attention, every time he came to the school to pick up Song Yan, he parked the car in the open space behind the dormitory of the physics department, near the desolate haystacks and walls, and almost no one passed by here.

Song Yan carried him to the back seat and sat in together.He took full responsibility and immediately started the car and went straight to the city hospital.

On the way there, Song Yan called a friend of Ye Zinan's, who was the chief physician of the city hospital.After explaining the situation to the other party, the chief physician immediately contacted a very strict doctor who usually treats Ye Zinan.

The car drove to the hospital, and took full responsibility to go around to the back door to park the car. Song Yan carried Che Shaoqi into the hospital building, went directly to the fourth floor from the staff elevator, and found the chief physician.

"Doctor Huang, I'm sorry to trouble you so early." Song Yan apologized first.

Dr. Huang has seen all kinds of turmoil, not to mention playing well with Ye Zinan, so he naturally knows Song Yan: "Come in first and put him down."

Following Dr. Huang into the ward, Song Yan put the person in his arms on the bed. Not long after, the physician called by Dr. Huang rushed over: "Dr. Huang, I'm sorry, I'm sorry for being late."

"It's okay, Mr. Song, are you here to take care of it now? I have an operation later." Dr. Huang pointed to the wall clock, indicating that he would be busy later.

"Okay." Song Yan sent him out of the ward, and when he turned around, he saw the physician taking Che Shaoqi's temperature.

"Mr. Song, please push his arm a little bit, otherwise the temperature will be inaccurate."

"Okay, thank you." Song Yan walked to the bedside, following the doctor's orders, and doing whatever he asked.

In the end, Che Shaoqi's body temperature was 39.9 degrees Celsius, just short of 40 degrees Celsius, and the consequences of burning for a while may be unimaginable.The doctor frowned: "May I ask if he had cold symptoms before?"

"No, it suddenly caught fire this morning."

"Did the two of you have sex yesterday...recently?"

"...No." Song Yan was startled for a moment, and answered honestly.

"Don't mind, I'm just considering various possibilities." The doctor smiled shyly, afraid that Song Yan would be unhappy because of his problem.

"It's okay, it should be."

"Mind if I take some blood? If he has a sudden fever, I want to test his blood routine."

"You are welcome." Song Yan stood aside, waiting for help.

The doctor went to get the blood drawing tool and came back, took a little blood and took it away for testing.Because they came early and the hospital was not particularly busy, the doctor quickly came back with the test results. Before he could say anything, Che Shaoqi, who was burnt out, suddenly vomited out lying on the bedside.

Song Yan was startled, and while patting his back, said anxiously: "Doctor, what's wrong with him?"

"Food poisoning, what did he eat a few days ago?"

"... I ate the porridge I bought yesterday." Song Yan's heart sank when he heard the word "food poisoning". He didn't know about Che Shaoqi's business trip a few days ago, but he did drink it last night The porridge I bought myself.

"You ate the same thing as him?"

"Ah."

"That should be something he ate during the day or a few days ago." The doctor said helplessly, "I'll help him induce vomiting first, and you can just stay by the side."

Song Yan wanted to help, but was kicked out by the doctor mercilessly.

After a while, the doctor opened the door and came out: "I'll go to test the vomit first, you watch carefully, if he has diarrhea, take him to the toilet, there is a toilet in the ward."

"Okay." Song Yan's palms were sweaty, it was the first time he was so afraid because of a person's illness.

Back in the ward, Song Yan sat by the bed, caressing Che Shaoqi's pale face, unable to stop feeling distressed.

Che Shaoqi opened his eyes in a daze, and although he was still dizzy, he still looked at him and comforted him: "I'm fine."

"...Mmm." Apart from this word, Song Yan didn't know what to say.

"It has nothing to do with you, it should be because of eating unclean food on a business trip." Che Shaoqi was anxious to clarify the relationship between this incident and Song Yan.

Song Yan didn't say a word, held his hand and pressed it to his lips, kissing him tenderly.

Che Shaoqi stared at him for a while: "I'm really fine."

"I'll cook for you in the future." After a long time, Song Yan rubbed his hand and said such a sentence.