I hate seeing the facade

"Oh, my good friend,"

Fang Yi said angrily, "Can you calm down for a while, at least tell me what happened first?"

Jiang Qingli turned her head back and took a few deep breaths before turning around and telling Fang Yiran what happened just now.

"He even smiled at me." Jiang Qingli murmured blankly, "That smile is as beautiful as the ice and snow have just melted, like cherry blossoms falling..."

Fang Yiran: "......"

He was in no mood to continue listening.

Fang Yiran himself was also confused - he didn't even know why Yu Rong hated Jiang Qingli, how could he know why he suddenly didn't hate Jiang Qingli now.

Last night Fang Yiran fell asleep while talking halfway, and when he woke up, the side around him was already empty.

Fang Yiran was a remorse, he sat on the bed feeling lost, and asked himself hysterically in his heart, why couldn't he stay up for even a little longer before going to sleep?

He subconsciously touched the quilt beside him, it was cold.

Fang Yiran knew in his heart that Yu Rong's departure was inevitable, but he still felt a little bit of loss unavoidably. ?

Fang Yiran turned his head in a depressed mood, wanting to check the time of the alarm clock on the bedside table.

Then he was stunned - there was a small bowl of ready-made cold medicine on the bedside table, and a pot of hot water in a thermos.

Fang Yiran held the bowl of brown concoction and drank it for nearly 10 minutes.

He took a sip of the granule, swallowed a sip of hot water, took another sip of the granule, and then another sip of hot water, and he drank the medicine out of the style of red wine.

Fang Yiran tasted the bitterness in his mouth, and sighed that this is the taste of love.

Suddenly, Sun Hua and Yu Rong walked into the rest area talking and laughing.

Seeing this, Fang Yiran quickly lay down on the folding chair in a dignified manner, posing as if he was dying.

At the same time, he precisely timed it, and the second Yu Rong just stepped into the gate, he coughed extremely violently.

It's true that colds are uncomfortable, but the symptoms are far less severe.Fang Yiran doesn't look like a young man with a cold, but an old smoker with terminal lung cancer.

No kidding, if Fang Yiran's astonishing acting skills can be used in this web drama instead of here, he probably can leave the group and transfer to the actor department of their company.

Sure enough, Sun Hua was startled, and pulled Yu Rong towards Fang Yiran.

"Oh, my poor child."

Sun Hua squatted down worriedly, and grabbed Fang Yiran's hand, "Whatever you want for lunch, Dad, I will definitely satisfy you."

Fang Yiran coughed softly: "I have no other wishes... just want to have another bite of KFC's... Crispy Chicken Drumstick Burger..."

Tears welled up in Sun Hua's eyes, and he waved his hand: "Yu Rongrong, order it for him!"

Yu Rong was silent for a moment, and slowly took out his mobile phone.

Fang Yiran said angrily: "There is also finger-licking chicken...Orleans chicken wings...Portuguese egg tart...chicken sauce and mashed potatoes...if it is served with A good cup of snowtop coffee.....that's even better..."

"..." Sun Hua commanded blankly, "No need to order, feed him three catties of shit."

Yu Rong: "..."

Fang Yiran: "......"

Sun Hua bounced around to chat with Jiang Qingli and Andy on the other side, Yu Rong found a small bench and pulled it next to Fang Yiran, and sat down.

Yu Rong didn't talk to Fang Yiran, but just lowered his head and poked something on the phone.He paused from time to time, raised his head, as if he was remembering something, and then lowered his head again, continuing to poke a little bit with a very focused expression.

Fang Yiran turned over on the recliner furtively, and secretly stretched his neck to peek at his screen, but he didn't see anything after glancing for a long time.

Fang Yiran could only cover his mouth and cough heavily again.

Yu Rong finally put down his phone and looked at him.

Fang Yiran asked: "How was the filming in the morning?"

Yu Rong replied, "Very good."

Fang Yiran asked again: "I just heard from Jiang Qingli that you played very well in the end, and you were praised?"

Yu Rong replied, "Yes."

Fang Yiran asked again: "Is your part about to wrap up?"

Yu Rong replied: "Yes."

Fang Yiran asked with a smile: "Am I so boring or something? Why can't you say a word when you chat with me?"

Yu Rong was choked by him, he stared at Fang Yiran for a long, long time, and finally lowered his eyes in silence, his eyelashes trembling slightly.

That actually looked aggrieved.

Fang Yiran's heart was about to melt into Yu Rong's little picture, and he was so anxious that he hurriedly searched for other topics in his mind at the speed of light years, thinking that he had to divert the current words.

"...Did you drink your cold medicine?" Yu Rong asked suddenly.

Fang Yiran was stunned again, and immediately his heart was full of joy, his eyes lit up, and he replied without thinking: "Drink it! It's so delicious!"

Yu Rong: "..." You're so stupid.

Fang Yiran also realized that there seemed to be something wrong with his answer: "I mean, the effect is very good...the headache no longer hurts and the nose no longer runs..."

Yu Rong pursed his lips: "Then don't burn it."

Fang Yiran didn't take his body temperature at all in the morning, so he could only turn his head to look at the sky with a guilty conscience: "...shouldn't you have a fever?"

Yu Rong seemed to sigh.

He directly put his hand on Fang Yiran's forehead and paused for a long time.

Yu Rong is still dressed in white today, the costume designer may have tied a string of small silver bells on his cuffs in order to highlight the unruly and agile character of the little fox from the side, and now they are dangling in front of Fang Yiran.

Fang Yiran stared at the string of ringing silver bells, and felt as if he was haunted by the sound. Except for the rapid beating of the heart, every part of his body was crisp.

"Maybe there is still a low fever." Yu Rong withdrew his hand and said in a low voice.

"Really." Fang Yiran said, "I feel fine."

As he spoke, he grabbed Yu Rong's hand that was pulling back, and clasped his fingers together with a serious face.

He seemed to be feeling the temperature of Yu Rong's hand, but in fact, Fang Yiran was taking advantage of it openly.

Maybe it was because the filming had just finished, but Yu Rong's hands were still very cold, Fang Yiran held them softly, and they were warmed up after a while.

"My body temperature seems to be a little higher than yours." Fang Yiran let go of Yu Rong's hand, and said nonchalantly, "Maybe I do have a fever, it doesn't matter."

Yu Rong withdrew his hand like a startled little animal, and the roots of his ears turned red suddenly.

He stared angrily at Fang Yiran for a long time, his eyes glowed with annoyance, and he turned his face away awkwardly for a while.

Fang Yiran rubbed his hands, feeling very beautiful in his heart.

"It's my favorite lunch time again!"

Yu Jingliang walked in beamingly carrying the takeaway. He picked up the bag and read the receipts on it one by one.

"Hmm....Andy and I's steamed buns...."

Yu Jingliang put down a bag, and continued to yell, "So the rest is whose pot-wrapped meat? Whose tinfoil sixtieth vermicelli? Whose KFC?? Hurry up and claim it for me!!"

Fang Yiran's ears moved.

He turned his head dully, and stared straight at the big and small bags in Yu Jingliang's hand.

Sun Hua took away the pot-packed meat.

Jiang Qingli politely took away the tin foil sixtieth fans.

Then the point of Yu Rong is...

Yu Rong coldly took the white plastic bag with the red KFC letters printed on it, and walked back to his small bench, not giving a single glance to Fang Yiran who was about to pop out his eyeballs beside him.

He brought another stool and placed it in front of him as a table, while taking out the food in the plastic bag one by one.

A crispy chicken leg burger.

A piece of finger-licking chicken.

A pair of Orleans wings.

A box of Portuguese egg tarts.

A small bowl of mashed potatoes with chicken gravy.

And a cup of....hot corn juice.

The author says:

Fang Yiran: I always like crispy chicken drumsticks! !