Obviously it was the manager of the dessert shop who made the first move

"That's how it will be." Liu Lu raised the corners of her lips, seeing that the shop was empty and everyone who got in the way left.

The elevator door opened, Lin Xiaofei moved a bit, and pushed the key to the door lock, but couldn't get it in after trying several times: "Hey, why can't it work."

She picked it up and took a closer look, and said in surprise: "Whose key is this, I actually took it by mistake. I must have left too hastily just now, and took out Boss Ji's key. What should I do?"

Lin Weiwei walked over with a bag of fried chicken, humming a little song, before he reached the door, he saw a dark figure and looked vigilantly: "Who is it?"

The scream made the induction lights turn on, and Lin Xiaofei slowly raised her head, like a forgotten pet, and said in a low voice: "Cousin, I waited for a long time, and I was about to starve to death."

The fried chicken in his hand was snatched away. After Lin Weiwei understood the situation, he punched her on the head, and reprimanded helplessly: "It's better to send it back to the store manager earlier. If something happens, it will be more troublesome to go out."

"I didn't think of it for a while, so you can send it there for me. The store manager seems to have a fever, and he is alone and uncomfortable, so he can't go out." Lin Xiaofei dodged to avoid it, and said anxiously to divert her attention.

Lin Weiwei was startled and stopped doing anything. During the day, he saw Ji Mingyou's expression was not right, and said with some concern: "Is it really as serious as you said?"

"Really, it seems to have a high fever. Do you think it will burn your head?" Seeing that it worked, Lin Xiaofei described it exaggeratedly, and stuffed the key in it.

"Probably not, but I have to send the key back anyway, so I'd better make a trip." Lin Weiwei was successfully persuaded, seeing the key in his hand when he ran into it at some point, and immediately entered the elevator again.

She rushed to the dessert shop in a hurry, and when she opened the door, she found that it was ajar. The shop was pitch dark, so sick that she didn't even close the shop?
"It's too dark." She groped her way upstairs and knocked on the door a few times calling Ji Mingyou's name.

After waiting for a long time, Lin Weiwei didn't hear a single sound, and was about to open the door with worry weighing on his heart like a heavy stone.

Suddenly, Ji Mingyou opened the door with disheveled clothes, his face was flushed unnaturally, his narrow eyes were shining, he leaned his arm on the door frame, looked down and said in a low voice: "Why are you here? Come in."

He was short of breath, his hoarse voice seemed to be covered by sandpaper, and he probably didn't drink water for several hours.

Lin Weiwei hesitated for a moment, seeing his puzzled gaze, stepped in immediately, closed the door gently, and took out the things he bought along the way from his bag: "Xiaofei accidentally took your key back, I heard You are sick, and I brought some medicine by the way when I came."

Then, she took out a small bowl of porridge, opened the lid and said softly, "You can drink scallion porridge if you have a fever, and you can take medicine later."

Looking at the porridge in front of him, with a strong rice fragrance wafting from his nose, Ji Mingyou raised his deep eyes and leaned lazily aside: "Do you want me to drink it all?"

The porridge was still steaming, he pulled the corner of his mouth weakly, it must have been specially bought for him.

"Always drink something before taking medicine, and try to eat as much as possible." Lin Weiwei was silent for a while, still thinking about his body.

"That's good." Ji Mingyou snatched it away, frowning and drinking the porridge with an elegant demeanor.

"Is it hard to drink?" Looking at his expression, Lin Weiwei asked curiously as he took a glass of water.

He handed over the clean small bowl, showed it on purpose, leaned on the back of the bed in a daze, and whispered: "I've finished it all."

Lin Weiwei took the bowl, dumbfounded, and found that Ji Mingyou was very obedient after being ill. After letting him take the medicine with a smile, he said softly: "You are in good health. You should be fine after sweating. Be sure to pay attention to the temperature."

At this time, Liu Lu, who came back from the outside, stared at the two of them through the crack of the door, and tightly grasped the food bag in her hand, why did this bitch come here?

She went across the street to buy Ji Mingyou's favorite lean meat porridge, and it didn't take long for bitch Lin to take advantage of her loopholes.

"I won't affect you anymore, let's go first." Lin Weiwei tucked in the quilt, was about to turn around but was grabbed by one hand, unable to move anymore.

Ji Mingyou opened his eyes weakly, with reluctance on his handsome face, and a strange light in his dark eyes, he whispered like an insecure child: "Stay here, just for a while."

"What are you talking about?" Lin Weiwei froze, as if he had discovered a precious secret. The store manager also has such a side?
There was a "bang", as if something fell outside the door.

"Who?" Lin Weiwei was taken aback, and subconsciously afraid of being discovered, he opened the door and looked.

With a pale face, Liu Lu clenched her hands, glanced at the porridge scattered all over the floor, and said with trembling lips, "The store manager told me to stay. I didn't expect to see this scene."

Her heart was scratched like a sharp knife, and she tried her best to induce Ji Mingyou to give a soft "hmm", but it still couldn't reach Lin Weiwei's finger.

"It's nothing. It's just that the store manager seems a little confused. Maybe the fever is too serious, so it's a little strange." Lin Weiwei explained in embarrassment, looking at the porridge on the ground, it seems that someone has taken care of it.

"Why? It must be different. I have something to do and I'll leave first." Liu Lu squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying, held back the unwillingness in her heart, turned around and ran out.

"Hello? Don't go!"

Lin Weiwei patted his forehead. This time he was completely misunderstood. He sighed softly and said, "Forget it, I returned the key to fix this."

Unexpectedly, Ji Mingyou propped his head lazily behind him, chuckled a few times, and asked contemptuously, "Is it a bad thing for you to take care of me? Just leave if you don't want to!"

"But you have a chance to repent." He glanced awkwardly, turned around, and pursed his thin lips nervously.

Lin Weiwei didn't talk too much, so he picked up the pillow next to him and threw it over, and shouted angrily: "I've been misunderstood, are you still here to read jokes?"

Looking at Ji Mingyou who was paralyzed on the bed, she tossed her hair and stopped worrying about this patient.

The night is getting darker, the breeze is cool, and many people come out to hang out on the street.

Lin Weiwei stretched his body, he was very tired, and muttered angrily: "Ji Mingyou is really good at torturing people. When he is sick, he is like a young master. It is difficult to take care of him."

The street lights on the small street were broken, so she turned on the flashlight on her phone, and by the way, checked the fans' private messages.

Seeing the bombardment of dozens of messages sent by Mango Dimension Powder, he clicked open in surprise.

"Someone plotted against me and posted the video taken out of context."

"I'm being smeared by the media, but I can still control it, but I must find out that person." Followed by a few bloody knives, as if hated to the bone.

Looking at the angry sentence, Lin Weiwei pondered for a moment, how did these descriptions remind her of someone?

Isn't this what happened to Xu Xiangnan recently?
She hesitated for a while, and a bold guess appeared in her mind, but she felt it was ridiculous, so she couldn't help typing in the dialog box: Your experience reminds me of someone.