who do you want me to replace

"You sat here all night?"

Wen Feixun looked like he didn't rest well, his eyes were bloodshot, he pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingertips and rubbed slowly: "Well, I just squinted for a while."

"...Why, why?"

Wen Feixun didn't understand what he was asking, his head froze due to lack of sleep, and frowned in confusion: "Didn't you have a fever?"

But a fever...isn't serious enough to require people to take care of it all night long?And the person who took care of him was Wen Feixun, it was so unimaginable that it was like a ghost story.

Or just work all night, and take care of him just by the way?

Jiang Yu squeezed the warm handkerchief, and Wen Feixun looked at each other in silence for a while, realizing that he and Wen Feixun's brain circuits were not on the same line, so he had no choice but to give up thinking, sat up and took a sip of water.

The water in the thermos was refilled by Wen Feixun in the middle of the night, and it is still at a suitable temperature. It is very comfortable to moisten your throat.

"Aren't you going to sleep?" Wen Feixun said, "Then take your temperature, I'm ordering a meal, your assistant said that you didn't eat much last night, and you sweated all night, prone to hypoglycemia, even if you can't eat Eat some pads, too."

Jiang Yu held the thermometer between his arms, leaned against the bedside and looked at the person calling for food, and a certain voice suddenly appeared in his mind.

'Wen Feixun, he was spoiled by his family, no one fought with him when he was young, and he could get what he wanted, so he developed a reckless and arrogant personality, and he didn't care about others at all. Feeling, alas, I guess I can't communicate with him...'

"What are you thinking?" Liang Sisi pressed the back of her hand against his forehead, very comfortable.

Wen Feixun's face was close at hand, the sleepiness between his brows could be seen from the exhaustion of staying up all night, and the worry deep in his eyes was clearly captured by Jiang Yu.

He suddenly felt that that person's statement was too one-sided.

"I don't think anything, I just feel that you are quite good at taking care of people."

In fact, when I think about it carefully, most of Wen Feixun's behaviors and handling of things during the nearly one year of getting along did not make him feel uncomfortable. Maybe it was because he didn't have expectations, so he wouldn't have too bad a comment, but based on his current most intuitive In terms of feelings - Wen Feixun is pretty good.

Wen Feixun squinted at him when he heard the words, but said nothing.

"...What about you, what were you thinking when you glanced at me just now?"

"I didn't think about anything." Wen Feixun took out his thermometer and looked at it, and said slowly, "I just feel that you don't know how to take care of yourself."

At the end, he added a sentence: "You are such a big person."

"...You have a strong desire for revenge, Mr. Wen, the sentence patterns are exactly the same. I am a patient, shouldn't you let me go?"

When Wen Feixun heard that Jiang Yu had a bad cold last night, he took the high-speed train from Beicheng in a hurry, and changed his veil to cool him down all night without sleep. After staying up for several hours, his temples were throbbing. This person actually accused him of 'not letting me', he just laughed angrily.

"If you want to talk about who is giving way to whom, it should be you who let me go. After all, you are one year older. Don't you think so, huh? Brother Jiang Yu."

When he said the last four words, Wen Feixun's tone gradually changed from teasing to teasing, as if he was pursing his lips and teasing ambiguously, hooking the target's heart like a hook.

But Jiang Yu's face suddenly became a little weird. He looked at Wen Feixun for a moment, and suddenly murmured: "Brother? Do you want an older brother? Do you think it would be a good thing to have an older brother?"

Wen Feixun's expression changed suddenly, as if he suddenly remembered something disgusting, his body that had just bent down a little bit, immediately stood up straight, turned his head and said stiffly: "Of course I don't want to, didn't you realize I was flirting with you? Is the burn dull?"

"Tune, flirt?"

Jiang Yu blinked twice stiffly, laughed a few times, and then remembered the kiss in the stairwell of the premiere, and his clamorous heart slowed down a little. Wasn't it considered flirting at that time.

This kind of love is probably not limited to lovers, it is so rare for him.

The topic of 'brother' ended here, and Jiang Yu's body temperature also dropped to normal, but the illness was gone like a thread, and his body was still a little uncomfortable.

After breakfast, Jin Yue brought a stylist to make preparations. Jiang Yu lived in a suite, so Wen Feixun was asked to sleep on the bed while they went outside to tidy up.

Jin Yue was tight-lipped. Neither Allen nor the styling team knew that there was another person staying in his room last night. They started chatting at the usual volume. Talking about the evaluation of Jiang Yu's acting skills on the hot search yesterday, the conversation became more and more lively.

Jiang Yu got a headache from the quarrel, looked at the cheerful person in the glasses, and smiled coldly.

"Oh brother, don't laugh, your smile makes my heart tremble wildly, I can't stand it, I can't stand it."

"I'm kidding you're about to ruin your career." Jiang Yu raised an eyebrow at him.

"...Ah? What do you mean? You want to block me?"

"I don't have that ability, but if you make such a loud noise," Jiang Yu raised his head to signal him to look at the bedroom door, "The people sleeping inside are about to rush out and throw you out of the window."

Allen glanced at the glass window on the sixteenth floor, then turned his head to look at the closed bedroom door in bewilderment, and stammered, "There's... there, is there someone?"

He then lowered his eyes reflexively to observe Jiang Yu's slender and delicate neck, but this time he didn't find any ambiguous traces on it.

Allen was silent for a while: "...to stay overnight?"

"..." Jiang Yu stared at him speechlessly for a moment: "I came to evaluate the hotel suite."

"Pfft!" Jin Yue couldn't hold back, she laughed a little louder, caught a glimpse of Jiang Yu's eyes, closed her mouth tightly with a smile, and crossed her lips.

Of course, the sound insulation of the room is not so bad, but Wen Feixun couldn't hear a sound in it, but he didn't sleep well. He was half asleep and half awake, and the more tired he was, the more tired he got. When he woke up, it was just after noon, and he received two messages from Jiang Yu on WeChat .

One is a picture of lunch, five dishes and one soup, it looks delicious and delicious.

The other one is text: Thanks to you, my assistant forced me to eat two bowls of rice, I was so overwhelmed, are you awake, order by yourself when I wake up, I have an interview later, so I should not be able to return to the hotel until very late.

Jiang Yu had hardly sent him this kind of message before, and it was full of human fireworks, like an ordinary young couple living their lives.

The corner of Wen Feixun's mouth curled up into a smile unconsciously, he got up and tidied up briefly, ate a sandwich, and set off to go to the university where Jiang Yu was roadshowing today.

He didn't come to these occasions very often, and he finally found the auditorium, but he had trouble in front of the glass door of the backstage passageway - he needed the staff card to swipe his card to enter.

Wen Feixun squinted his eyes and stared at the door with an unfriendly expression - it was the first time he had encountered such a thing as being locked outside the door and waiting for someone to come to pick him up.

After sending a message to Jiang Yu's little assistant, he leaned against the door and waited. The weather in Jiangcheng was the same as what he searched last night. It was wet and cold, and the cold wind was like ice blades, which hurt his face.

Not long after, the glass door sensor beside him beeped. He thought it was the girl coming, so he turned and walked over.

Across the door, the corridor was much hotter than the outside, but as soon as Wen Feixun entered, he realized that the person standing in front of him was not a girl, but a man.

——Another protagonist who had many rivalries with Jiang Yu in Hanging in the Fate, in Wen Feixun's critical and harsh eyes at the time, existed like a rat droppings.

"Young Master Wen? Long time no see. I happened to be going out. I didn't expect you to come today." The boy smiled shyly.

"...Mr. Yan? What a coincidence." Wen Feixun looked down at his phone and said something perfunctory.

The smile on Li Tong's face almost cracked: "My surname is not Yan, it's a character in the play, my surname is Li."

The mobile phone just received a WeChat message from Jiang Yu, Wen Feixun's attention was even more distracted, he didn't listen carefully, and while replying the message quickly, he nodded casually: "Well, Mr. Li, I'm sorry I just remembered it wrong."

"..."

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