I became popular after divorcing Mr. Ba [Entertainment]

The cool night wind, the dim street lamps, the two shadows are intimately intertwined, like one person regardless of each other.

Fu Jingcheng was enjoying the rare warmth and sweetness when the little guy on his back suddenly rubbed up, and his two straight and slender legs were dangling by his side, "Hurry up, hurry up! You're walking too slowly!"

Breathing with a little smell of wine gently brushed against his ears, Fu Jingcheng trembled as if electrified, and his voice became hoarse in an instant: "Okay, hurry up."

He quickened his pace, his soft and slender arms were tightly wrapped around his neck, and then a brisk, pleasant and somewhat strange melody came to his ears.

Humming and falling asleep again.

The road was really not long. A few minutes later, Fu Jingcheng stopped at the gate of Yuan Fei's house.He struggled to turn his face away to look at the fluffy and lovely hair top, and said in a low voice, "Yuan Fei, you're home."

"Hmm..." Yuan Fei hummed a lovely voice from his nasal cavity, his eyes were still tightly closed, obviously unwilling to wake up.

Fu Jingcheng's heart had already turned into a puddle of water, why would he be willing to wake him up and give back this short stolen moment?

Just like this, he stood in the corridor with the drunk little rabbit on his back, listening to the sound of shallow breathing, feeling the frequency of the beating pulse, and finally found the long-lost peace and tranquility in his heart.

I don't know how long it took, maybe sleeping on the back is not as comfortable as the bed, Yuan Fei suddenly opened his eyes, and shouted in a cute tone: "Oh! This is my home!"

"Well, it's your home." Fu Jingcheng moved towards the combination lock with his back on his back, "Do you still remember the password?" +.c0m

Yuan Fei stretched out his arms to press the combination lock, pressed a few times indiscriminately, and opened the door smoothly with a "beep".

Fu Jingcheng supported the little guy who started to move around, and went up to the second floor steadily.After entering the bedroom, he put the person down with his back facing the bed, "Come down first, okay?"

Yuan Fei hummed and groaned, clawing at his back like an octopus unwilling to get off.As a result, he was caught off guard and fell straight backwards.

Just when he was about to crush the little guy, Fu Jingcheng turned over abruptly, propping his body on top of him.

But the heartless little guy closed his eyes and tilted his head, and fell asleep again.

Fu Jingcheng heaved a sigh of relief, and turned to staring at the beautiful blushing face below him without a moment's notice.Face to face at such a close distance, the familiar smell of pain in his bones overwhelmed him, making him dizzy in an instant.

"How could you..." His voice was so hoarse that it was almost silent, "You are so defenseless against me?"

The expression in the pitch-black eyes was dim and unpredictable.After a long time, he finally suppressed the urge to touch the person under him, all the cells in his body were clamoring to get closer, turned over abruptly, and sat down on the carpet beside the bed.

"Liang, you go back first, I want to stay and take care of him." Fu Jingcheng called Special Assistant Liang who was waiting outside.

The little guy usually falls asleep obediently when he gets drunk, but tonight he is abnormally noisy, so he can't be left here alone.

"Okay, boss." Special Assistant Liang's voice was as flat as ever

Wen, after a short pause, continued to add in a serious manner: "Boss, I suggest that you don't act rashly for the time being, as Young Master Yuan still...repulses you a little bit."

Special assistant Liang chose a relatively euphemistic statement.

Fu Jingcheng was startled, then recalled, and cursed angrily in a low voice: "Who do you think I am? He's drunk, am I the kind of animal who takes advantage of others?"

Special Assistant Liang: ...It's hard to say.

"No, boss, you misunderstood me. I absolutely didn't mean that." Liang Tezhu quickly cleared himself up, "Boss, take good care of Young Master Yuan. I'll pick you up early tomorrow morning. Good night and sweet dreams!"

Fu Jingcheng: ...

After hanging up the phone, he smelled the fragrance in the room, and sat on the edge of the bed for a long time, until he heard the little guy on the bed whimpering again.

He got up quickly, "What's wrong?"

The next moment, the pupils shrank violently.

The face of the person lying on the bed was flushed, and the brows were slightly frowned. The neckline of the shirt was wide open, revealing a large piece of pink and tender skin. His slender fingers were tugging at the hem of the shirt, and a waist as white as jade was looming.

With just one glance, Fu Jingcheng quickly looked away in embarrassment.

"Hmm... hot..." Yuan Fei turned over and rubbed against the slightly cool bed sheet, and turned back in disgust after not rubbing twice, continuing to tug on the clothes on his body with his small hands.

Fu Jingcheng felt something was wrong, his face changed, and he leaned over and touched his forehead.

The tentacles were hot.

"Have a fever?" He withdrew his hand like an electric shock, his expression became flustered, "Why did you have a fever?"

He circled around like a headless fly, and suddenly remembered something, took out his mobile phone and called Special Assistant Liang again, "Liang! Yuan Fei seems to have a fever!"

From the other end of the phone came Liang Tezhu's calm voice, "Don't be nervous, Boss, Master Yuan probably caught a cold because he sweated too much on the stage today and was blown by the wind for a long time on the roof."

"Then what should we do now?" Fu Jingcheng's flustered eyes fell on the little guy who was tossing and turning on the bed again, "You drive the car back, I'm going to take him to the hospital!"

"Calm down, Boss." Assistant Liang stepped on the brakes and parked the car on the side of the road, "I'm afraid it's inappropriate for you to appear in the hospital with Young Master Yuan at this point. You can look for it, Yuan There must be a medicine box in the young master's house, first take the original young master's temperature."

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Without further ado, Fu Jingcheng went downstairs to find the medicine box, and took Yuan Fei's temperature under the remote guidance of Liang Tezhu, but fortunately it was only a low-grade fever. +.c0m

I found the antipyretic granule from the medicine cabinet and prepared it. After blowing it cold, I held Yuan Fei and fed him with a spoon.

The little guy with a fever was extraordinarily squeamish, he turned his head away in disgust when his mouth touched a little granule, and refused to drink it no matter what.

"Hey, just drink a little." Fu Jingcheng coaxed him in a low voice while rubbing the back of his swollen head with warm big hands, and then handed the spoon to his dry red lips.

The little guy avoided him again in disgust, his delicate brows furrowed, and he wriggled unhappily in his arms.

Fu Jingcheng had no choice but to put down the spoon, and the author had something to say: Mom himself: Fu Gou, who used to grow snacks?

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Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 small biscuit;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Erben; 8 bottles of small biscuits; 5 bottles of sakura, Qingyun, fairy does not get fat, morning rain and dust; 427534022 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!