who do you want me to replace

The door opened, and a cool winter breeze fell on Jiang Yu's pillow, and someone walked in.

In the middle of the night, anyone who encountered such a situation in the hotel would be shocked, but Jiang Yu immediately remembered the room card that Jin Yue took away, and his first reaction was that Jin Yue came in, and then he heard a clear The human voice is much more real than the hazy voice in the mobile phone.

"How did you wake up? Thirsty?"

"...Wen Feixun?" Jiang Yu's mind froze, "Why are you here? And the room card..."

"I just arrived, I asked your assistant for it."

Wen Feixun took off his coat and walked over, with the chill of a winter night still on his body, refreshing and cold, mixed with fine snow, Jiang Yu was scalded for half the night, at this moment he likes this temperature the most: "Sit over here."

"Wait a minute, I'm cold, and your cold will get worse after touching you."

"...I need something cold right now! I'm going to smoke!"

Suddenly entering the dark room from the corridor, Wen Feixun's vision has not fully adapted, he groped to pull up a chair and sat on the side of the bed, frowning and staring at the big dark lump on the bed: "Those who have such thoughts Time is even more dangerous, don't fool around!"

Jiang Yu: "..."

It seems that he and Wen Feixun are not on the same channel from time to time.

The phone was still on the phone, Jiang Yu hung up the phone, and sighed: "Why did you come at night? How did you come? Why didn't you hang up and wake up my assistant?"

"Do people who are sick have so many questions? You don't seem to have this kind of curiosity."

"That's because tonight's call was so outrageous, okay!?"

Wen Feixun felt that the temperature of his body surface was almost warmed by the indoor air conditioner, and his vision gradually adapted to the darkness, so he got up and walked slowly to the bedside, leaning over to touch Jiang Yu's forehead: "...It's a little hot."

"I've already taken the medicine, and you haven't answered my question yet. It's very frustrating to do this in the middle of the night."

Jiang Yu turned his head to avoid his hand, wondering if it was because of his fever and heartburn, he felt a little irritable, such soft palms and gentle movements made him more at a loss what to do.

It was as if, without his knowledge, something had gone awry in a direction he didn't want.

Wen Feixun lowered his hands, picked up the thermos cup next to the bed, and shook the water in it. There was still about half a cup, so there was no need to add any more.

He put down the glass: "No one is bothering anyone. It was only after nine o'clock when I contacted your assistant. She was still awake. She was very active and chatted with me a lot excitedly. She was still awake when I just got the room card."

"...How did you come here? You didn't seem to be in Jiangcheng before."

"High-speed rail." Wen Feixun replied, not idle, took Jiang Yu's handkerchief in the bathroom, soaked it in cold water, wrung it dry, and put it on Jiang Yu's forehead.

"...What are you doing? Have you watched too many costume dramas?"

"Indigenous methods are also very effective. People who are sick are not qualified to express their opinions," Wen Feixun stared down at him, "If the fever doesn't subside tomorrow, I will go to the hospital."

"..."

Jiang Yu, who had a physical aversion to the hospital, almost blurted out a curse word. He pressed the veil on his forehead firmly and asked, "Why did you come?"

He didn't believe it was for work. What job in Jiangcheng would allow Wen Feixun to go there in person?

"Come whenever you want," Wen Feixun said casually, pursed his lips for a while, and then said slowly, "The weather here is so bad that it makes me restless."

Jiang Yu: "???"

Every word is a Chinese character, but it seems that they can't understand it together.

Could it be that he was burning stupid?

The weather is so bad so why come here?Or does it mean that you came here and found out that the weather was so bad that you feel uncomfortable sitting here now?

"How about...you go back? If you have something to do, you can ask your assistant to help. Anyway, their annual salary is higher than my annual film salary, so there should be nothing that can't be handled."

Wen Feixun: "..."

There are reasons and evidence, and it is difficult to refute, but I just don't know where Jiang Yu's starting point is, and the direction of understanding seems to be completely different from his.

"Go to sleep," Wen Feixun sighed rarely, "I just came to see you."

"Oh," Jiang Yu yawned. He really couldn't hold on for too long, and he didn't have the energy to think about it. His voice still had a sleepy nasal voice: "Have you opened the room? Sleep next to me if you don't open it." Well, I saw a quilt in the cabinet earlier, let's cover it separately so as not to infect you."

Wen Feixun glanced at the thin kerchief on his forehead, and slightly raised his chin: "I know, you sleep with you."

"Okay, then I don't care about you."

The body was still uncomfortable, and Jiang Yu was so sleepy that he lost consciousness as soon as he closed his eyes.

Tuliu Wen Feixun sat in the darkness, propped his head and looked at him in silence for a while, got up and put a cool veil on his forehead, then turned on his laptop, and continued to work in the office with the faint light of the screen. Unfinished mail.

When Jiang Yu called Jiang Yu after nine o'clock, he was still in the office of Beicheng Group Building, and he did not hang up the call by accident. After realizing that the person on the other end had fallen asleep again, he contacted with another mobile phone. Zhong Mo contacted the assistant who followed Jiang Yu's itinerary.

At that time, he didn't know what prompted him to book a high-speed rail ticket directly. Without packing anything, he rushed from the office to the high-speed rail station and came here again.

But until now, sitting in a dark hotel room with uncomfortable temperature and humidity, with the person on the bed sleeping peacefully, he suddenly felt his heart return to its original place.

In the short [-] years of his life, he has almost never felt anxious, so that when these emotions flooded in recently, he failed to understand and think about why this was the first time.

Wen Feixun put down the computer, checked the temperature of Jiang Yu's forehead, reached into the quilt and squeezed his hot palm, and murmured: "It's okay, let's take our time, it won't be too late..."

She went to bed too early last night, and when Jiang Yu woke up in the morning, it was not yet eight o'clock.

There was still a veil firmly placed on his forehead, and it was amazing that he didn't pull it off when he fell asleep, he thought as he took off the veil.

The body is still a little sore, but it seems that there is no fever.

He tilted his head to hold the water glass, and suddenly saw Wen Feixun sitting crookedly on the chair beside the bed, with his eyes closed, his thick eyelashes fluttering slightly, and he seemed to be sleeping restlessly.

There is a laptop on the small coffee table next to it, and the screen is still on. It looks like it should be a report.

Jiang Yu glanced back, drank half a glass of water, frowned and called him hesitantly, "Wen... President? Wen Feixun?"

"...Huh?" Wen Feixun quickly opened his eyes, blinked twice blankly, and focused on him: "Are you awake? How do you feel?"

"It's okay, it's better than yesterday," Jiang Yu watched Wen Feixun beat his waist and twisted his neck, his face full of disbelief: "You sat here all night?"

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