After marrying the richest husband

After staying up until the middle of the night, the effect of the medicine can be considered to have worked.Sang Qiao nestled down on the edge of the sofa and fell asleep in a daze.

then.

Awoke from the cold.

It was already bright outside the window.

The sound insulation of this house is not very good. If you listen carefully, you can hear the concerto of the pots and pans next door in the morning.

The soft quilt on the bed showed no signs of being slept on.

Sang Qiao was only wearing a loose pajamas, shivered twice from the cold, rubbed his eyes in confusion, and straightened up from the sofa like a corpse.

Then, ahhhhhh, a series of sneezes.

He turned over from the sofa and got off the ground, clattering out of the bedroom with his slippers on, feeling pain in his throat and brain everywhere.

After brushing his teeth and washing his face in the bathroom, Sang Qiao poked his neck to look at the palm-sized mirror hanging on the wall.

It may be due to the rise in body temperature, but the usually pale face has a rosy color, and it looks much healthier.

So today's interview has a great chance to save some blush.

Stinger Sangqiao is generally quite satisfied.

So happily put some lipstick on the dry and cracked lips, and changed into barely visible clothes.

I went out and bought a bag of milk for two yuan and fifty cents, and went to work happily.

I don't know if it's because of the change of a big director, or because the broadcasting platform has suddenly attached great importance to this show.

In short.

The new interview location was unexpectedly chosen at the platform headquarters.

The interview process is also serious and can no longer be serious.

All without makeup, draw lots to determine the interview sequence.

If there is any gap, it can only be the economic strength gap between different entertainment and culture companies.

For example, Sang Qiao is wearing a white shirt and jeans bought on the street.

And the little brother sitting on his left is wearing the autumn new style of the c family, and the little brother sitting on his right is wearing the g family's Tanabata limited edition.

Sang Qiao, who was caught in the middle, silently searched the clothing styles of his neighbors on his left and right with his mobile phone, and stopped shaking his legs very quietly.

And took a sip of milk.

Fortunately, the interview process went smoothly.

Sang Qiao didn't drive today, and just waited outside for Xu Qiran to finish signing the contract with the platform, and take his car home.

Xu Qiran's car is a second-hand Ford, which makes a tractor-like sound when driving, which is very cool.

From the end of the interview to the signing of the contract, it was almost two o'clock in the afternoon when the two left the platform headquarters building.

Sang Qiao slumped on the co-pilot like a salted fish, gesticulating and said: "Turn off the air conditioner, I'm freezing to death."

At the red light, Xu Qiran stepped on the brake: "Master, it's 35 degrees outside today."

Just after saying this, Xu Qiran paused.

Turning around and taking a closer look at Sang Qiao: "Did you catch a cold again?"

Sang Qiao snorted twice in a half-dead way: "I have a cold."

Xu Qiran reached out his hand to feel in the car pocket, found a thermometer from somewhere, and handed it to Sang Qiao: "Measure it and let me see."

Sang Qiao: "I'm asleep, good night."

Xu Qiran: "..."

With such a troublesome and disobedient artist by his side, Manager Xu has already mastered various cold medicine skills.

Halfway through the drive, Xu Qiran went to the pharmacy.

Downstairs in the community, I gave Sang Qiao a thermometer and cold medicine together: "Follow the instructions and take it. If the temperature doesn't drop, call me. I'll take you for an infusion."

Sang Qiao was so moved that he sat in Xu Qiran's car and coughed for a long time, trying to make every trace of the air in the car smeared with cold factors.

Then he got out of the car with the medicine in his arms, and bowed to Xu Qiran through the glass: "If you are brothers, let's catch a cold together."

Xu Qiran: "..."

Xu Qiran got out of the car, grabbed Sangqiao by the collar and carried him up to drink the medicine, then ordered some white porridge to take out, and watched Sangqiao finish his drink before leaving.

Due to the small size of the company, almost all the artists under the banner are vague and cannot be more transparent, so the jobs they receive are all piecemeal and small jobs.

In other words, there are basically no holidays.

In order not to deduct money, every time Sang Qiao catches a cold and gets sick, he will report annual leave to count.

Putting things together, I can barely make up seven or eight chances of getting sick.

The variety show will enter the studio next Thursday, and the gap period in between is just not busy, so Xu Qiran helped Sang Qiao ask for leave, and the one-off weekend just made up for three days.

Sang Qiao lay at home waiting to die for two days.

When it was Sunday, I suddenly received a message on WeChat.

The fruit is not a civet: my treasure!Tomorrow at 03:30 pm!do not forget!

Fruits are not civets: International arrivals, do not leave, 39 luggage carousels.The remaining money will be settled tomorrow night!

Mu Youqiao: ...Almost forgot.

Mu Youqiao: Got it.

The medicine can be taken later, and the money must be earned.

Sang Qiao's colds always come and go slowly, and lying in bed for two days won't help.

Fortunately, the number of colds more people will form a habit.

Apart from being a little uncomfortable, it doesn't affect going out if you hold on.

Sang Qiao slowly got off the bed, cleaned himself up for a while, then put on his hat, and drove to the airport.

It stands to reason that with Yi Chu's current traffic, there is no shortage of fans chasing the airport.

But a while ago, Yi Chugang posted a trending thread, saying that his appearance only seduces female fans, and boys hate his appearance.

This time I went to Sangqiao, just to wash this hot search and solidify fans by the way.

Sang Qiao fell asleep on the subway for a while, and finally cheered up when he arrived at the airport. He followed the previously agreed location and found fans waiting to pick him up.

Except for a dozen or so boys holding lamp signs, most of them are pretty girls.

Although there are many people, the girls are very polite and not noisy.

Sang Qiao couldn't make a sound out of his voice, so he could only hold up the prepared light board, and took a peek at the other boys who were also holding up the light board.

The light boards are all of the same style, and they look like they are from the same industry.

Still the kind of colleague who can do it for a long time.

Sang Qiao, who was about to go home and debut again after completing this ticket, was extremely envious.

Although there are quite a few fans here today, Sang Qiao still overwhelms other male fans with his good looks.

He had just stood holding the light sign for a while, when a young lady touched his arm lightly: "How long have you liked Chuchu?"

Sang Qiao spoke nonsense: "More than two years."

Probably Sang Qiao's voice sounded too miserable.

The young lady looked at him twice more, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, are you feeling unwell?"

Sang Qiao curled the corners of his mouth and smiled.

The girl rummaged in her pocket and found a candy: "Here, this is watermelon candy, it will be better if you eat it."

Sang Qiao: "..."

The fake fan Sangqiao's skin is not thick enough to eat candy from real fans for the time being, and he doesn't know what to do for a while.

Just at the position of the international arrival gate, there was a noise.

Sang Qiao hurriedly gestured to the girl again, and the two looked towards the exit together.

Sure enough, Yi Chu arrived.

But the next second.

Sang Qiao found out that Yi Chu didn't arrive alone.

Through the crowd and the noise that gradually began to seep.

Standing beside Yi Chu was a tall man with broad shoulders and narrow waist.

The man was wearing a soot gray suit with a black trench coat on top, without any unnecessary decorations on his body.

It is still full of my own unique beauty, and the atmosphere that strangers should not cue.

Sang Qiao even clearly felt that when the man and Yi Chu walked out of the passageway at the entrance, even the support from the fans stopped briefly.

Sang Qiao: "..."

Thanks for the invitation, a question.

I'm at the airport, I didn't get on the plane, and my newly married husband and the celebrity I'm chasing are walking towards me together. How can I deal with it so that it looks very natural?

The lowered voices of discussion from the girls came to Sangqiao's ears.

"Who is next to him? He's so handsome! Why are you with Chuchu?"

"Fuck, you don't know, Fu's **** oss. Fu Xingzhou, the one who was just selected to rank first in the financial list!"

"I heard that he seems to be Chuchu's cousin? Is there something to do with my family?"

"He's really handsome...but he looks very cold."

"The personality is super cold. I have a sister who works in Fu's branch. According to her, their boss is so cold that even reporters can cry in fright."

Sang Qiao: "..."

Even if Sang Qiao regretted accepting Yi Chu's order at this moment, it was too late to regret.

I don't know if it was because of Fu Xingzhou's expressionless face the whole time.

Yi Chu, who was following Fu Xingzhou, was also very quiet, except for waving hello to the fans, there was almost no unnecessary movement.

This time the pick-up was solemn and solemn.

It's not like welcoming popular traffic, but rather like receiving important leaders.

The crowd moves quietly.

The requirement for the final payment of this kind of pick-up order is to follow outside the airport, but Sang Qiao's stature stands out among the girls.

He was at the end of the line, wishing he could cover his face with a lamp.

After a few steps, the team stopped.

Sang Qiao poked half of his head out from behind the light board like a thief.

When he raised his eyes, he happened to meet Fu Xingzhou's gaze.

Sang Qiao: "!!!"

Sang Qiao immediately covered himself with a light sign.

And after a while.

Right behind the light sign, he noticed that the fans who had followed quietly around him suddenly ran in one direction.

Almost instantly.

There was no one around Sang Qiao.

Sang Qiao was beaten up by the socialist reality and stayed where he was: "..."

The special footsteps of leather shoes came slowly from not far away.

Through the light sign, he stopped in front of Sangqiao.

"take away."

Fu Xingzhou said.

Sang Qiao: "..."

mua's.

Wouldn't it be a fool to remove the light board at this time?

Not only did Sang Qiao not take it away, but he covered his face with the light board and ran away.

who cares.

As long as you don't get caught in the act.

Just bite to death and refuse to admit that it was the airport I went to.

Sang Qiao suffocated, ran all the way through two bathrooms before feeling safer, turned around and hid in the third bathroom.

Anyway, Fu Xingzhou is so busy, if he can't find anyone in a while, he will leave automatically.

He just sits here for two or three hours before leaving.

Of course, the restrooms at the airport cannot compare to the grandeur of President Fu's office, and the smell does not have that faint fragrance, only the smell of cheap essence disinfectant.

People with a cold are not suitable for strenuous activities.

Sang Qiao took a few breaths with difficulty, tilted his head on the board of the compartment, and looked down at WeChat.

Guozi is not a civet cat: Dafen has settled the money in advance!

The fruit is not a civet cat: I heard that Chuchu got off the plane with Fu's big boss this time?I saw a fan reo at the airport saying that the big boss is super handsome and powerful, please gossip!

Mu Youqiao: Yes == very handsome, very scary.

The fruit is not a civet: ask for details! ! ! ! !

The details are that he is still sitting on the toilet thinking about the future.

Sang Qiao clicked to collect the money, put the phone in his pocket, coughed uncomfortably, and decided to sleep for a while.

Patients with severe colds often have inaccurate estimates of themselves.

Just like when Sang Qiao fell asleep, he didn't know whether he had fallen asleep or passed out.

Until Fu Xingzhou asked the staff to forcibly open the compartment door.

Only then did I see Sangqiao who was huddled in the corner, and the whole person was only a small group.

The airport staff was taken aback and turned to look at Fu Xingzhou's face.

Then I saw Fu Xingzhou enter the compartment himself, and carried Sang Qiao out.

very light.

You can feel the clear bone outline at the beginning, and it may be lighter than the weight of many girls.

Raven drove the car directly to the exit of the passage.

After waiting for a while, I saw several security guards walking out behind Fu Xingzhou.

Fu Xingzhou put Sang Qiao on the back seat, and adjusted the position of the back of the seat.

After hesitating for a moment, he got into the back seat and let Sang Qiao lean into his arms.

Fu Xingzhou said: "Is there a thermometer in the car?"

Raven shook his head: "No. Boss, I'll buy one after getting off the highway."

Fu Xingzhou's voice was as cold as ice: "No, go directly to the General Hospital. Call the director to come over."

Raven immediately said: "Okay."

Fu Xingzhou frowned, and reached out to take off the windbreaker on his body.

After thinking about it, he took off his suit jacket and put it on Sangqiao.

As the car drove, Sangqiao, who had been leaning on Fu Xingzhou's arms obediently, slid down a little, and it was very uncomfortable just by looking at his posture.

It's just that Sang Qiao still didn't wake up, his face was abnormally red, and even his breath was hot.

Fu Xingzhou shifted his posture, embraced Sangqiao from behind, and wanted to bring him into his arms again.

however.

I don't know if it's because Sangqiao fainted from the burn, or for some other reason.

The moment Fu Xingzhou's fingertips just touched Sangqiao.

Sang Qiao's whole body trembled like a convulsion.

Fu Xingzhou was stunned for a moment, and even his voice was soft when he spoke: "Qiaoqiao?"

Sang Qiao's chapped lips parted slightly, as if he had said something, only a few short words.

Fu Xingzhou couldn't hear clearly for the first time, and approached Sangqiao's lips again: "Qiaoqiao, be obedient, and say it again."

Sang Qiao pursed her lips and remained silent.

Fu Xingzhou had no choice but to hug him into his arms: "Qiaoqiao, be good."

"Qiaoqiao..."

I do not know how long it has been.

Sang Qiao may have finally been annoyed by Fu Xingzhou, or maybe he finally compromised.

His whole body shrank subconsciously, and his bloodless lips briefly opened and closed.

This time, because the distance between the two people is close enough.

Fu Xingzhou finally heard what Sang Qiao said.

He said.

do not hit me.

The author has something to say: Fu Xingzhou: Yes... My newly married wife has a high fever of 39 degrees and wants to chase stars... I'm really... super happy...

Qiaoqiao: So you will give me a lot of money to spend in the future? 00

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