Chapter 1982

When they returned to the hotel, Ling Jiao went to take a hot bath. When they came out, Fu Shiqin was holding the computer to handle the work.

As soon as she came out, she asked casually.

"Would you like something to eat?"

Ling Jiao thought for a moment, "I'll order a salad. How about you?"

Say, took the cell phone to prepare to order take out.

"Crawfish." Fu Shiqin said.

Ling Jiao ordered takeout on her mobile phone. After waiting for more than half an hour, her salad and Fu Shiqin's crawfish were delivered successively.

However, he is eating a plate of grass, but the person sitting opposite has a pot of crayfish to eat happily, which is somewhat unbalanced.

Fu Shiqin peeled one and handed it to him.

"Try one. It's delicious."

Ling Jiao hesitated for a moment and took a sip of her hand.

This one bite is addictive, half of the salad is thrown to the side, and Fu Shiqin's crayfish is snatched directly.

Fu Shiqin, who has always liked to eat on his own, this time has been particularly generous.

Not only the rest of the crayfish was given to her, but also the shell of the shrimp was carefully peeled for her.

It was not until the meal was finished that Ling Jiao wiped his hands and regretted.

"It's all your fault. I've eaten nothing these days."

Fu Shiqin laughed and got up to clean up the garbage on the table.

Ling Jiao, in the guilt of eating the night, recited the script for an hour before he went to bed.

After finishing his work, Fu Shiqin got into his sleeping bag to rest.

As a result, I only slept for two hours and was woken up by a cough from the bed.

He got up and turned on the light. He went near the bed and looked. His sleeping face was suffused with abnormal red.

He reached for his forehead and sighed deeply. He had done so much preparation, but he still had a cold.

He put on his clothes, took the car key and went out to find the drugstore, but it was late in the night, it was not easy to find a 24-hour drugstore.

He drove outside for an hour, only to find the drugstore which was still open at night, and bought the antipyretic and cough medicine.

Return to the room to boil the water, and then wake up Ling Jiao who sleeps in a daze.

Lingjiao was awakened by him. "What's the matter?"

"You have a fever. Take the medicine." Fu Shiqin said.

Lingjiao coughed a few times, took the water and medicine, and muttered.

"How to catch up with this time, in case of delay in tomorrow's shooting..."

"What you should worry about now is yourself!" Fu Shiqin said, wring the towel and covering her forehead, "sleep."

Originally shot to midnight, plus a cold, Ling Jiao didn't refute he went to sleep again.

In the evening, I felt that the towel on my forehead had been changed many times, but my body was gradually relaxed.

By the time she was about to get up at noon, the fever had completely subsided, but her throat was still a little uncomfortable and her stomach began to feel uncomfortable.

When she sat up, she saw Fu Shiqin sitting beside the bed with a chair, leaning her head askew against the chair, and then she fell asleep. She was very upset.

She thought about it and poked the man awake.

"Hello, I'm up. Go to bed."

Fu Shiqin listened and almost doubted his ears.

"Shall I go to bed?"

As soon as Lingjiao saw his expression, he knew that he wanted to skew his meaning. He got up and got out of bed and said.

"I'm up. You can go to bed."

Fu Shiqin stretched out, "how are you?"

"Thanks to you, it's much better." Lingjiao said, urging, "you sleep with your eyes as heavy as a panda."

Then I went into the bathroom to wash.

After entering the mirror, he was stunned for a long time, and finally said to himself.

"It's just practice. Don't think too much."

She is not a hard hearted person. She is not indifferent to Fu Shiqin's careful care over and over again.

But she also knows that they are not a person of the world, and There is something else in his heart.