Chapter 195： The actor is my mother fan 35

Whatever you think, it's the director's fault.

Thinking like this, Yan Chao raised his eyelids again struggling, and glanced at the director who was talking to his little girl.

Then he closed his eyes tiredly.

The director, who suddenly felt cold in his back, turned his head and looked around:? ? ?

When the medical team arrived in a hurry, they took their temperature to check the general situation of Yan Chao.

It was indeed because of the cold and fever, and maybe he hadn't had a good rest some time ago. This time his fever came fiercely, and he quickly went from a low-grade fever to more than 39 degrees.

No wonder everything I did before was unreliable.

Just like that, I dare to take a cold shower.

He fell asleep in a daze, reluctantly took the medicine, did not eat his lunch, and was sent back to the room to lie down.

The medical staff also left two people here to guard, and if the situation worsens, they will be sent to the hospital.

Fortunately, although Yan Chao had a sudden fever, it was quickly controlled. In the end, his body temperature remained at around 37.5 degrees and hovered near a low-grade fever.

Cultivate well and wait for the fever to go down completely, and there will be no major problems.

But it is this low-grade fever that makes people feel dizzy and uncomfortable.

He slept in the house with his words, and the group of people got their target ingredients more or less. Several people came back late because Xiao Wang accidentally slipped and knocked on his knees. Go to the nearby people’s house first. After the poison was eliminated, it was time to come back, so it was a lot late.

A group of people began to cook today's dinner, and then they had to pack their things and prepare to end the recording of "Gourmet Journey".

I made vegetable porridge with the wild vegetables brought back by Chu Porcelain and Yan Chao, and then made a lot of food with other ingredients.

After a few people had eaten, Chu Ci got up and put the just-hot vegetable porridge in a bowl, said to the director, and then went to Yanchao's room.

It was gloomy and it was still raining outside, not that much, but it was still pattering, and the surrounding wind was a bit cool, with the smell of mud and grass.

Pushing the door of Yanchao's house open, even if he only stayed in a room for a few days, all the supplies were cleaned by him.

It was a little dark in the room, only a human figure protruding from the not-so-big bed, with a slightly heavy breathing.

Hearing Dongjingyan, although it was uncomfortable, he still moved slightly, with a hint of dissatisfaction and hoarseness, and it sounded very cold, "Who?"

"Senior, are you better yet?"

Hearing the little girl Nuonuo's voice, almost instantly, Yan Chao that was too uncomfortable to take care of the other people's emotions and put away his voice, suddenly lowered, "Porcelain treasure...?"

He struggled to sit up and leaned against the bed, watching Chu Ci turn on the small lamp, holding a steaming bowl in his hand, and a faint fragrance came.

Chu Ci couldn't help but froze slightly when he saw this scene before him. He was probably really uncomfortable. He sweated a lot, his cheeks were burnt and covered with a thin layer of red, and his eyes were slightly narrow. He was uncomfortable and irritable. The clothes were still short sleeves in the afternoon, and the buttons on the collar had been completely torn off by him. He could see the scratching marks on it, and the delicate collarbone was half exposed. He just leaned on the bedside and looked at Chu Ci.

Every move is **** and bewitching.

what……

Chu Ci paused for a while, tilted his head, and suddenly moved closer to the words that did not react. His hands were like rabbit ears, and his **** were slightly bent a few times, "Senior, do you think I am cute?"