Overlord: Put your clothes on [Entertainment Circle]

In the middle of the night, Chu Cheng was woken up by a series of coughs. He let out a muffled snort, only to realize that Su Lanqiao's head was still on his chest, maintaining this awkward posture, with her long legs curled up on the carpet next to her. On the bed, crooked, looking uncomfortable in sleep.

How long have you been sleeping like this?Chu Cheng raised his hand and looked at his watch under the moonlight, it was four seventeen in the morning.

He got up carefully, his movements were as light as possible, and he gently placed Su Lanqiao's head on the edge of the sofa.

Chu Cheng saw the half-dried towels, water and a pile of medicines on the small coffee table next to him, and he understood that the little model was good at taking care of others. Although his palms were still hot, they were indeed not as hot as before.

The feeling of being cared by someone is better than he imagined. He has been the eldest brother since he was a child, so he was naturally cultivated in the direction of fortitude and independence. He gritted his teeth and digested everything he encountered. There is no such thing as showing weakness.

Su Lanqiao is not afraid of him, she puts all her heart into it, and doesn't try to make any plans, which makes him feel very comfortable.

The child's various reactions were abnormal, and the conversation on the first night was too weird.Chu Cheng also tried hard to recall whether they had an intersection before, but he recalled the possible fragments of the past in his mind, and there was really no one named Su Lanqiao.

Forget it, Su Lanqiao didn't mention it, maybe there was something unspeakable, so he didn't ask.

Chu Cheng straightened up, swallowed the medicine carefully wrapped in a paper towel on the table with water, stood up and carried Su Lanqiao to the bed, and then took off his clothes and lay down on the other side to close his eyes.

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Su Lanqiao's biological clock was there, and he woke up on time at eight o'clock in the morning. He looked up at the ceiling for a while, only to realize that he was sleeping on the bed, and next to him was the well-behaved Chu Cheng who was lying flat.

The two of them lay on the same bed for the first time, did nothing, just lay quietly like this, like an old married couple who have been together for a long time.

He slowly moved over, wanting to get closer, the back of his hand touched the warm skin, and Chu Cheng was naked under the quilt.

This person has the habit of sleeping naked?It really fits his sullen personality.

Su Lanqiao put her hand on the back of her hand, resisting the urge to touch her lower abdomen. Taking advantage of others' danger is too perverted for him to do it.

Chu Cheng turned over and changed to a side-lying position, and the two of them were facing each other, breathing intertwined.Su Lanqiao pursed her lips and smiled, propped her forehead and stared at the person for a while, then lifted the quilt and got out of bed lightly.

He took the thermometer on the coffee table and pressed it on Chu Cheng's forehead, it was still 38.4 degrees.

Su Lanqiao took out her mobile phone from her coat and sent a message to Ling Feng, "Is there any plan for Mr. Chu today? He is sick and may need to see a doctor."

Ling Feng couldn't help but replied with a [Shocked.JPG]

【Are you at his house?No arrangements in the morning, there will be a meeting at [-]:[-] pm]

"Is it only half a day..." Su Lanqiao muttered to herself and typed slowly, "I had dinner with Mr. Chu yesterday, and I came back with him to see if he was not feeling well. Is there a private doctor you can contact?" Once there, his fever has not subsided."

Ling Feng: [Wait a moment, I will contact the doctor]

Ling Feng: [By the way, can I call you Mrs. Boss one day? 】

Ling Feng: [I have to establish a good relationship with you in advance]

Su Lanqiao couldn't help laughing, it's all going on here.

He replied a manual goodbye, put away his phone, and went downstairs to find ingredients in the kitchen refrigerator, which was, as expected, empty.

He rummaged through boxes and cabinets for a long time, and only found a little white rice. This person laughed at him for having zero life skills and not knowing how to take care of himself.

Su Lanqiao opened the pot to add underwater rice, and simmered slowly, it seemed like that was the case.He is a novice in the kitchen, so he only has this basic skill.

Half an hour later, he carefully served the porridge in a bowl and was about to serve it upstairs when the doorbell rang.

Su Lanqiao went to open the door with bare feet. A middle-aged man in a white robe stood at the door. Seeing him, he was obviously stunned. He took two steps back and glanced at the house number, "Did I go wrong?"

"That's right, you are Mr. Chu's personal doctor, right? What's your name?" Su Lanqiao found a pair of slippers and handed them over, "Mr. Chu has a fever since yesterday, and it hasn't gone away yet. Please go and have a look."

"You can just call me Dr. Zhang." The man carried the medicine box and walked upstairs, "Is President Chu awake?"

Su Lanqiao returned to the kitchen, carrying the porridge in her hand and followed, "I didn't have it when I first got up."

"Then you go and call him first." Hearing this, Doctor Zhang's expressionless face of Chu Cheng flashed in his mind, and he deliberately stepped back half a step, signaling Su Lanqiao to go forward.

Chu Cheng looked so difficult to provoke, who would dare to wake him up?

Seeing his concerns, Su Lanqiao smiled, went to the third floor and opened the door to enter.

He put the porridge on the bedside, pinched Chu Cheng's face, "Boss Chu, get up."

"Don't make trouble." Chu Cheng was vigilant for a second, and when he heard Su Lanqiao's voice, he felt relieved, frowned, and didn't open his eyes.

"The doctor is here." Su Lanqiao leaned down and whispered into his ear, "Don't be kidding me."

Chu Cheng rubbed his brows, slowly opened his eyes, and saw Su Lanqiao standing beside the bed with a rippling smile and Dr. Zhang who was at a loss. He said in a hoarse voice, "Why is Dr. Zhang here?"

"Ling Zhu said you were not feeling well, so he asked me to come over and have a look." Dr. Zhang put the medicine box on the table next to him and opened it, and took out the equipment in an orderly manner, not daring to look at the two people beside the bed.

It's too ambiguous, are these two really a couple?

Su Lanqiao took Chu Cheng's coat from the sofa and put it on his shoulders, covering his half-naked upper body, "I told Ling Zhu, and he also said that you are fine in the morning, so you can go to the office in the afternoon."

Chu Cheng stuffed a pillow behind his back, and let out a muffled laugh, "You did a lot of things behind my back, should I thank you for giving me half a day off?"

"You're welcome." Su Lanqiao answered the words generously, and stepped aside to wait for the doctor to check.

"Did you catch a cold yesterday?" Dr. Zhang took a thermometer to measure the temperature, "The fever hasn't subsided yet."

Chu Cheng raised his hand and tugged on the coat that was slipping off, "I have a cold from the wind, it's not that serious."

"It's already here, let's get cured as soon as possible. Injection or infusion?" Dr. Zhang put away the thermometer and asked seriously.

"Infusion." Chu Cheng didn't want to take off his pants and spank his ass in front of the kid. His posture was awkward and he didn't face him.

Doctor Zhang quickly prepared the medicine. After disinfection, he stuck a thin needle on Chu Cheng’s left hand and stood up. He retreated to the door and closed the door. “I’ll come to change the medicine in an hour, and you can sleep again.” I'll go to the living room later, call me if you need something."

Chu Cheng hummed, and when he saw the door closed, he glanced at the head of the bed, "You made the porridge?"

"You don't have anything at home, so you can only cook this." Su Lanqiao brought the porridge in front of him, "Besides, I can only cook this, drink some, it's not hot anymore."

Chu Cheng raised his eyebrows, his right hand was still firmly placed in the quilt, without taking the spoon.

"Need me...." Su Lanqiao gritted her teeth, "Feed you?"

"Okay." A smile quickly flashed across Chu Cheng's face, and he opened his mouth slightly, as if waiting for someone to feed him.

Su Lanqiao thought to herself, isn't your hand still there?Why is it like being paralyzed and unable to move?Is this being coquettish?

Thinking in a mess in his heart, he obediently scooped up a spoonful of porridge to cool down, and sent it to Chu Cheng's mouth.

Being fed and eaten by others, Chu Cheng never had such an experience after he grew up, the feeling is very subtle.

The meal was eaten very slowly, Chu Cheng chewed and swallowed slowly, his expression gradually became enjoying, looked at the serious kid, and said, "It's almost done, wipe my mouth for me."

Su Lanqiao sighed helplessly, did she really think she had no hands?

Okay, the ones who are sick are all uncles.

He took out a piece of paper, wiped the corners of Chu Cheng's mouth carefully, packed a bunch of things from the bed to the table next to him, and sat down cross-legged on the carpet beside the bed.

"Are you okay today?" Chu Cheng finally took out his precious right hand from under the quilt, picked up the iPad beside the bed, and began to process the documents Ling Feng sent him.

Su Lanqiao clasped her hands on her knees, looked at Boss Chu who was still addicted to work while hanging in the water, hesitated to speak, "I'm going to record a program this afternoon, and I may have to be locked up for several days."

Just, I really miss you, he didn't dare to say that.

"What program?" Chu Cheng asked casually, his eyes still on the document on the tablet.

""Top of the Skybridge", a model talent show, the company let me go." Su Lanqiao sat on the ground and changed her posture, leaning lazily on the side of the bed, looking up at the man on the bed.

Feeling that gaze, Chu Cheng lowered his eyes and looked directly at him, "Why, do you have something to tell me?"

"Well, Mr. Chu, have you ever raised a small animal?" Su Lanqiao blinked her cat-like eyes and looked at the person brightly.

Chu Cheng's attitude today was too abnormal, he accepted his closeness unconditionally, so he couldn't help but want to take a step closer.

But he was afraid of scaring people, so he proceeded the conversation step by step.

Chu Cheng raised his eyebrows, not knowing why the topic got here, so he continued with his question, "When I was young, there was an ancient animal at home, but it died later, what happened?"

Su Lanqiao licked her lower lip, as if mustering up all her courage, "Then, do you want to raise a cat?"