who do you want me to replace

In fact, from the day when "Fate Hangs in a Thread" was released, when Jiang Yu came out of Wen Feixun's house, he was a little uncomfortable because of the temperature difference.

Coupled with the fact that the whole country is cooling down during this time, and it happens that the film promotion period is relatively busy, he was unlucky enough to be recruited.

Jiangcheng, which I flew to for this road show, is not far from Beicheng, but the winter here is very cold and cold. The cold air always penetrates into the clothes like a snake, and then exits from the back, passing through the whole.

Jiang Yu fell asleep on the plane, and when he landed, his tinnitus was severe. The intense and sad cry that always appeared in his sleep seemed to reappear, filling his eardrums, and he had a splitting headache. collar, you know you're going to suffer.

Sure enough, after arriving at the hotel, my head started to heat up, and my body became cold again and again. Taking cold medicine in advance didn't help, I couldn't stand up groggy, and I didn't go to the crew dinner that night.

Sending WeChat to the director to apologize, and staying in the hotel without going out, Jin Yue ordered some light dishes and porridge from the hotel restaurant to his room.

Jiang Yu didn't want to eat at first, there was no taste in his mouth, and it was hard to swallow anything, but when Jin Yue saw that he didn't eat oil and salt, he began to show his pity with tears in his eyes.

"Sister Zhong told me to keep an eye on your food. If I don't eat it, I might not be able to get back on track when I go back to Beicheng. Brother Jiang, can you bear it? Don't make things difficult for us migrant workers, okay?"

"...Don't pretend, Zhong Mo didn't control him so strictly before, there's no reason to force people to eat."

"Well, in fact, Mr. Wen specially sent Sister Zhong a WeChat message telling you to eat every meal. When Sister Zhong received the message, her phone almost frightened her. Do you think she dare not listen? You say Do I dare to take these away intact? Why does the fight between gods bring trouble to mortals?"

Jiang Yu: "..."

What kind of game is Wen Feixun playing?

Experiment with him on 'how to take good care of an actor boyfriend', so I can put it into practice immediately after my sweetheart returns to China?

Jin Yue was still standing in the room as if she was being punished, and when she looked up, she could see the little girl's aggrieved eyes.

It's late at night, it's just something to eat, what's the matter with the little girl?

Jiang Yu chuckled helplessly, kneading the tense brows, and nodded at her: "Bring it here."

"okay!"

It seems that as soon as a person catches a cold, all delicacies from mountains and seas are tasteless. He ate a few steamed dumplings and dim sum, and drank a bowl of porridge with vegetables, but he didn't taste any taste.

Seeing that he was really sick and sleepy, Jin Yue didn't dare to stay any longer, took a key card of his room, and started to clean up the dishes.

"I'll pour the medicine for you before going out. You take the medicine before going to bed. Tomorrow is a road show at school. College students are active. I'm afraid your cold will get worse."

"Don't worry, you still have some physical strength."

Jin Yue pinched the room card, still a little uneasy: "I'll come and see again in the middle of the night, if you have anything to do, you should call me directly. I'm a light sleeper, and my phone rang twice before I woke up."

"Sleep in your bed, why do you come to the girl's house in the middle of the night, take the room card, just come and call me tomorrow morning."

"This……"

Jin Yue hesitated for a moment. In fact, she didn't care. She was mentally prepared before applying for the artist assistant job. She was ready to deal with emergencies at any time. Staying up late was nothing to worry about. She just took the money to do the job. .

Besides, Jiang Yu is already very easy to take care of. Compared to those entertainers who focus on playing with their mobile phones in the lounge, ask their assistants to feed them fruit, and ask their assistants to help them put on their shoes, Jiang Yu is simply a fairy to her.

What Jin Yue was afraid of was that she would go in and out of the male artist's room in the middle of the night. If someone saw her, even if she had the status of an assistant, she might cause trouble to Jiang Yu if she was overly interpreted.

After all, this is a crowded hotel, and it's still out of town.

"Stop this and that, go back to your room and rest, I'm going to take a shower." Jiang Yu waved his hand away.

"Alright then," Jin Yue compromised, "Put your phone aside, and call me immediately if you need anything."

Jiang Yu lazily made an OK gesture.

"By the way, Brother Jiang," Jin Yue looked at him curiously, "I heard Sister Zhong said that your previous life assistant was a boy. Why didn't you hire a boy this time? Wouldn't it be more convenient for you?"

Jiang Yu was stunned for a moment, a little dazed, and a fragmented picture of the past suddenly appeared in his mind, and he paused for a long time before speaking: "Who made you give HR a really good impression, quick response, considerate and meticulous, crushing all men and women, So I can only choose you."

"...Tch, kidding me again, who would believe it..."

After Jin Yue left the room, he went to the bathroom to take a hasty shower, and fell asleep under the covers before eight o'clock.

When I fell asleep in a daze, I was awakened by the vibration of the mobile phone. The bed was like a steamer, and my calves and stomach were hot to the touch, not to mention the neck and forehead.

He squinted his eyes and looked at the time on the phone. At [-]:[-] in the evening, the neon lights outside the hotel were still flashing cheerfully. He secretly answered and speakerphone, turned off the screen light, and put the phone on the pillow.

He closed his eyes and said, "Hello?"

"...What's wrong with your voice? It's weak." It was Wen Feixun.

"I've caught a cold for the past few days, and it's a bit uncomfortable." Before Jin Yue left, he put a thermos on the bedside. The water temperature in it was just right. Jiang Yu picked it up and took a sip to moisten his throat. "I'm out of town. What's the matter?"

"Didn't you just have a cold a few days ago? Why did it drag on so badly?"

"It's okay, just take medicine and sleep. I just slept for more than an hour and sweated a little."

"...I woke you up?"

Jiang Yu didn't speak, his sleepiness was like the sea at high tide.

There was also silence for a while, and Wen Feixun's voice sounded distorted in his dizzy head at the moment: "Then you continue to sleep and cover yourself with a thicker quilt."

"OK, good night."

"……Good night."

The phone was placed on the pillow, and Jiang Yu didn't bother to stretch out his hand from under the quilt to press to hang up, and fell asleep again.

When I fell asleep in the dark, it felt like a century had passed. When I woke up, I didn't even realize what year and month it was.

After his eyes gradually adapted to the darkness in the room, Jiang Yu coughed twice on his throat that was about to smoke, and Jiang Yu drank a few more sips of water to relieve it a little.

what time is it?

He reached out to touch the phone on the bedside, but found nothing. After being slightly stunned, he touched it again on the sheet next to the pillow.

When I hung up the phone before, I seemed to have forgotten to remove it.

But the moment he turned on the screen, he was suddenly shocked - the call with Wen Feixun was still in progress!

The fuselage was as hot as the temperature of his palm.

He glanced at the time on the top, it was [-]:[-], three hours had passed since he answered the phone.

what happened?

"Hello?" He tried to shout.

"...waking up again? Still talking in sleep?" There was a sound immediately, and it should have been listening with earphones.

Jiang Yu rubbed his eyes: "I don't have the habit of talking in my sleep."

"Are you really awake?" Wen Feixun's voice became louder, and then he muttered again: "Then this time I will definitely not wake you up..."

"what are you saying?"

Jiang Yu couldn't hear clearly, the voice in the phone receiver seemed to be separated by a membrane.

But at this moment, at half past midnight, there was a slight sound of swiping the card to open the door in the dark room, which was much clearer than the same sound from the mobile phone.

The door opened.

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