Little wolf dog, he always wants a divorce

Shen Rongyan was really taken home by Xie Jiacheng that night, and then woke up early the next morning, dozing off and returning to the set.

So much so that Shen Rongyan didn't want Xie Jiacheng to visit the class again from the bottom of his heart.

He really felt that the three-hour drive back and forth was a waste—his physical needs told him that he was a young man now and really lacked sleep.

Especially one month after joining the group, Ge Yang found him a variety show and asked him to be the resident host. He had to fly to F city every Thursday night to rest for a few hours and spend five or six hours recording the show. Then fly back at night, sleep for six hours and then go to filming the next day.

Then a month later, the previously filmed "Night Journey to Jinzhou" was about to run for publicity again.

So he started to go out to the crew to run promotions intermittently, and it was also the mode of catching a plane in the middle of the night and then flying back to film the next day. This kind of continuous work almost tortured him to death.

It's not that he hasn't experienced this kind of high-intensity work before. On the contrary, he used to do this almost every day after he was 25 years old. However, Fu Siran's body is far from his. It is weaker, and he is especially prone to hypotension and hypoglycemia. and a cold.

This day, it was already eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, he and Jiang Miao came back from the airport, because he was so sleepy, and the car was warm and quiet, so that he fell asleep as soon as he got in the car.

When I woke up, I found that I was on someone else's back, surrounded by darkness, only the street lights were on, and the person who carried him walked very steadily and carefully, with only small fluctuations in the body, as if every step was cautious.

In a daze, he smelled the aroma of fir trees.

Is it Xie Jiacheng?

Or are you saying you are dreaming?

He couldn't help but hugged his hands a little tighter.

It's been a long time since someone carried me on my back.

There is no word "grievance" in the world of adults. All the sadness and pain are the true face of life. Because I understand this fact, I have nothing to complain about.

Going a little further, his parents passed away very early, and the loneliness he experienced when he was childish and frivolous, even if he wanted to talk to others, no one could talk about it, let alone act like a baby.

Maybe only when he was younger, when he was seven or eight years old, because he was sick, his mother carried him to the hospital on his back.

In the middle of the night, the dew was heavy, and the mother's not tall figure was hunched over, walking towards the end of the seemingly endless road.

Looking back at this moment, the wealth and glory of the past ten years seems to be not as good as the warmth of those few minutes.

His thoughts were wandering, but the lights gradually brightened. It turned out that they had reached the elevator entrance.

In fact, the back of the person carrying him is not that broad, but he is very strong, carrying him tightly and steadily.

He was so sleepy, his eyelids were so heavy that they were fighting, he even felt as if he was still in a dream, a sense of unreality.

The person carrying him carried him into the elevator, walked through the long, dim corridor, finally swiped his card, and entered the room.

Shen Rongyan thought in a daze, so it turned out that he was going back to the hotel, so he must be dreaming when he thought that Xie Jiacheng was carrying his back just now?It should be Jiang Miao who carried her back, right?

It's already midnight, it's impossible for Xie Jiacheng to carry himself back to his room in the film and television city.

The man put him on the bed and bent over to cover him, and the smell of the fir tree was stronger then.

He loves the smell.

"Snapped."

He slammed and grabbed the opponent's hand tightly.

"Brother Miao..."

Leisurely opened her eyes, and looked vaguely for a long time before she realized that the one standing by the bed was Xie Jiacheng in a black woolen overcoat.

He looked at himself expressionlessly, his handsome and gentle face was like a piece of finely carved cold jade, so cold and beautiful.

"You are stupid, scoff." The other party cursed and laughed.

Have a fever?But he didn't feel it at all?

It's just that I am sleepier and more tired than usual.

"It's unlucky, I bump into you every time you have a fever." The man complained, stretched out his other hand, bent his slender fingers and tapped on his forehead, "Tell me, did you do it on purpose?"

Shen Rongyan also laughed, and said weakly: "I did it on purpose."

He said, "Why are you here?"

"I have a project here. I want to come over to see you after the dinner. Pay attention, it's by the way."

His voice is like a magnetic cello sound, which floats into the ears, low and charming.

It was the first time for Shen Rongyan to notice Xie Jiacheng's charm.

Maybe it's because he's so vulnerable right now, he thought.

"Is your family about to go bankrupt? Your nanny's car broke down halfway through the drive, and I should drive to pick you up. It's really troublesome." The other party was talking, but he didn't break free from the hand he was holding on to all the time.

"Jiacheng."

"Ok?"

"If the person in front of you was Shen Rongyan, would you allow him to act like a baby to you?"

"Pfft." Xie Jiacheng sneered, looking at Fu Siran whose face was flushed red and eyes half-closed, he couldn't help mocking him, "You think Rong Yan is as naive as you? You're acting like a baby, I think you want to take advantage of me! I tell you to stop dreaming!"

It took Shen Rongyan a few seconds to digest his words, closed his eyes, and smiled self-deprecatingly: "Yes, I just want to take advantage of you."

"Okay, you're almost burning like a fool, and you're still thinking about such things!" Xie Jiacheng pulled his hand out of his hand, "I'll post a fever-reducing sticker for you, wait until you boil some water, and go to sleep after drinking the medicine. It's so late, I have to go back to bed."

Shen Rongyan held him back, looking at him with dark eyes, "I kind of want you to hug me..."

Xie Jiacheng was stunned for a moment.

At this time, Fu Siran's good-looking face was full of fragility, black hair fell on his forehead, a lock of bangs covered his usually bright black eyes, and the dim yellow light fell on his porcelain white little eyes. On the face, I have to say that a beauty is indeed a beauty, even if she is sick, she does not have the charm of a sick beauty.

Just like that day, he rolled down the stairs and looked at him desperately and stubbornly.

It's just that Fu Siran didn't come to perform today.

Xie Jiacheng made a move.

He thought, if the other party is burned like this, it's okay to give him a handout.

However, he thought again, Fu Siran liked him so much, if he stretched out his arms to hug him, would he be wrong, thinking that he also had a little affection for him?

He didn't want to leave him with such a misunderstanding, and he didn't want to give Fu Siran any more hope.

Therefore, he still didn't reach out.

He said, "Stop making trouble, it's getting late."

Said, pulled Fu Siran's hand away, turned and walked away.

Shen Rongyan looked at his back, feeling a little sour and disappointed in his heart, but these soon turned into secret sadness, drifting into the unconscious dream sea as he closed his eyes.