Hi wife!

Fu Xia didn't know what to think of the float parade that day. When she came to her senses, Cheng Wanyu had already sent her to the door of her house, and she kissed her on the door for a long time. Finally, Cheng Wanyu let go of Fu Xia. , touched her slightly red and swollen lips and whispered: "Happy birthday."

That night, Fu Xia started to dream wildly. When he got up the next day, his cheeks were flushed from the suffocation, and he drank three glasses of ice water to recover.

There were still traces left by Cheng Wanyu's kiss last night on her lips, and Fu Xia looked at her door, and the memory flooded up all of a sudden.

She remembered that Cheng Wanyu closed the door with her arms around her yesterday, and kissed heartily at the dark doorway, the breathing of the two of them became scorching hot, as long as one more fire was added, the two of them would definitely be burned.

In the end, it was Cheng Wanyu who let go of Fu Xia. She looked at Fu Xia who was so dazed by the kiss, and murmured in an undisguised tone: 【Happy Birthday】.

Happy birthday……

Fu Xia's head was buzzing, and he poured another glass of water. Feeling that his brain was starting to heat up, he hurried to the air conditioner to blow the cold wind for half an hour before he regained his calm mood.

It's only after 7 o'clock in the morning. When Fu Xia turned on her mobile phone, she saw that she had sent a push on Weibo yesterday. Fu Xia didn't remember that she had posted it. There are many familiar figures below.

No.1 is of course Cheng Wanyu's birthday greeting. Fu Xia glanced at the time and saw that it was sent after the two separated at the door.

No.2 is Gu Jingxi, what Fuxia didn't expect most is that No.3 is actually Wei Qing.

Wei Qing stared at Jin Cancan's name and casually left a message under Fu Xia's birthday push: [Happy Birthday].

Fu Xia wondered, I don’t know Wei Qing well. I clicked on Wei Qing’s Weibo and found that I didn’t know when the other party turned out to be her fan. After a long time, I realized that Wei Qing turned out to be the one who paid attention to me yesterday.

very strange behavior.

Wei Qing has hundreds of millions of fans, and Fu Xia and her have never met in so many years. The two have not collaborated on any works, at most they are nodding acquaintances met on some red carpets. Fu Xia and her Wei Qing's relationship is not even as 'good' as the relationship with Cheng Wanyu back then.

At least Cheng Wanyu had various interactions with his fans, although Fu Xia doesn't want to mention those interactions now.

Looking at Wei Qing's Weibo, Fu Xia thought about it and followed it back. The next drama is about to play against Wei Qing, and everyone is willing to take the initiative to follow her. Fu Xia has no reason to use big names.

Going back to the birthday Weibo post, Fu Xia saw the blessings from Yi Lang and Zhou Tian, ​​and even Chen Cai, who doesn't use Weibo very much, also came to wish, but because of her reputation, she didn't get many likes. I found it after scrolling down, and couldn't help but respond: [Thank you, Mr. Chen].

As for those small artists from the company who came to catch the heat, Fu Xia took a look at it, turned off the phone, and logged into the trumpet.

As soon as Fu Xia got on the account, she saw her private message 99+. Fu Xia was very puzzled. Her account is so small that it can’t be smaller. She didn’t even sign up as a member. Why didn’t she log in this month? There are so many private messages ?

After clicking on it, Fu Xia found out that under the check-in photo she posted some time ago, someone was asking her if she was a staff member of "Stars Going North".

[The angle and time of this photo are about the same as the time when Fu Xia sent it! 】

[Is the blogger a staff member? 】

[It should be the staff, otherwise how could they have taken the exact same angle, and it was posted earlier than Fu Xia, it must be the staff who arrived at the place earlier! 】

[Wow, looking at the previous Weibo forwarding, it seems to be Cheng Fudang, and I also followed Cheng Fudang's super talk]

[Does this count as cp fans breaking into the staff? ! 】

Looking at those comments, Fu Xia suddenly broke out in sweat. After double-checking the number, there were three or four hundred. They all suspected that the blogger was a staff member, and some people even sent private messages asking Fu Xia if he could get the signatures of the guests. Yes, you can spend money.

Fu Xia originally wanted to delete it, but now that these people only suspect that they are staff members but not that they are Fu Xia himself, if they delete it, wouldn't there be no silver 300 taels here?

After much deliberation, Fu Xia put away his hand to delete that tweet, but reposted a few tweets, and pressed down this one, until the first page was invisible, Fu Xia put away his hand.

After two days, when I found that no one mentioned this matter at all, Fu Xia was relieved, and began to read the script of "Where is the Blossoming Peach Blossom Falling" seriously.

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At the same time, Cheng Wanyu was wearing an apron and starting to cook according to the recipe. Looking at the ingredients in the stewing pot that were being cooked slowly, she put down her book and fell into deep thought while looking at the pot of food.

It's been a week, she cooks every day and asks Fu Xia to come over to eat, it's been a week.

The atmosphere on her birthday was obviously so good, and I kissed Fu Xia several times. It stands to reason that this little girl should be enlightened, but why is she still indifferent to herself?

When Cheng Wanyu's family came to eat or play with melon seeds, they completely regarded Cheng Wanyu as transparent, which made Cheng Wanyu very hurt.

Is it because my technique is not good?

But it doesn't look like Fu Xia was so dizzy after being kissed by him.

Could it be that she doesn't feel for herself?

It's not like, I don't feel why I let myself kiss for so long, if I didn't bear it in the end, the two of them can live together now.

After thinking about it, Cheng Wanyu didn't think about what was going on. She felt something rubbing against her ankle. She bent down and picked up the melon seeds. Glancing at the cat bowl that had been eaten, he looked down at the little fat man: "Hungry?"

Guazi shook his beard and let out a small meow.

It was afraid that it would bark too loudly, and Cheng Wanyu would ruin a box of cat food for it.

The little fat man was hungry, and Cheng Wanyu was not in the mood to bully him, so he prepared food and water for him, and seeing that the stew pot was almost done, he opened the door and rang the doorbell next door.

After the doorbell rang three times, Fu Xia opened the door. She was wearing an ankle-length nightgown, a cartoon brown bear on her chest, and a small flip cap. She looked like a neighbor's kid.

"Have you eaten yet?" Fu Xia looked at Cheng Wanyu and asked.

"Yeah." Cheng Wanyu nodded and said, "Come over for dinner, didn't you say you wanted to eat stewed pot yesterday, and you made it at home today."

Fu Xia hurriedly ran into Cheng Wanyu's room, smelling the fragrant smell, his saliva almost flowed out, he sat obediently at the dining table and waited for Cheng Wanyu to bring the stew pot, and lifted the lid After that, the taste is more intense, and the sweet and fragrant taste smells very delicious.

Cheng Wanyu gave Fu Xia a portion of rice, put it in front of her and said, "I made it according to the tutorial, I don't know if it suits your taste, after all, it's the first time I made it."

Fu Xia picked up a potato stick and tasted it. The soft and sweet taste filled the tip of the tongue. The thick sauce was also very well adjusted. The saltiness and sweetness were just right, not worse than those sold in shops outside. After eating a potato stick, Fu Xia's eyes lit up, and she couldn't help boasting: "You are amazing, the food I ate in the store was not so delicious."

Watching Fu Xia eat another piece of chicken wing, Cheng Wanyu put his hands on the dining table and said with a smile: "I put a little more sweet and spicy in it, thinking you should like it."

Fu Xia nodded hurriedly: "It's delicious, you can eat it too."

Cheng Wanyu looked at Fu Xia eating happily, and said with a smile: "I'm not hungry, you should eat first."

Fu Xia looked up at Cheng Wanyu, and couldn't help asking, "Are you feeling unwell? You don't seem to be in a good mood."

"No, maybe I haven't slept well recently." Cheng Wanyu looked at Fu Xia, but didn't say the last sentence 'I miss you'.

"Then you have to pay attention." Fu Xia said worriedly: "The temperature difference is relatively large at night. It will be bad if you get sick. You must keep warm."

Cheng Wanyu nodded, and after Fu Xia ran home after eating, she was washing the dishes alone, and as Cheng Wanyu suddenly remembered Fu Xia's words, it seemed to give her a sigh of relief. A little inspiration.

Yes, why can't I be sick?

He said he was born, anyway, Cheng Wanyu was fine at home, so he thought of a way to get in touch with Fu Xia, bought two hot water bottles that day, and dug out the thermometer that had not been used for a long time at home, and wrapped himself and the hot water bottle in the quilt , Throw the thermometer into the 40-degree hot water again.

Guazi sat on the TV cabinet and watched Cheng Wanyu busily go around, looking at her with a pair of small eyes.

After everything was done, Cheng Wanyu lay down on the sofa wrapped in a quilt, took out her mobile phone and sent a message to Fu Xia: [Xia Xia, I seem to have a fever, can you help me buy anti-fever medicine? 】

In less than 5 minutes, Fu Xia opened the door and came in. Looking at Cheng Wanyu who was lying on the sofa 'dying', his face turned pale with shock, he hurried over and touched Cheng Wanyu's forehead and said, "Why is it so hot? Ah, you were fine when you ate, why did you suddenly have a fever?"

"I don't know..." Cheng Wanyu was wrapped in a quilt, tremblingly took out the prepared thermometer from under the quilt, and said, "Check the temperature for me, I'm dizzy and can't see clearly."

Fu Xia took the thermometer and widened his eyes: "39!"

Cheng Wanyu was very satisfied with Fu Xia's expression, wrapped in a small quilt and asked pitifully: "Is it so tall, no wonder I feel so hot all over."

Fu Xia came over and touched Cheng Wanyu's forehead and said, "Can you go to the hospital now?"

Cheng Wanyu thought that if he went to the hospital, he would reveal his secrets, so he pursed his lips and said, "It's not good, just get some antipyretics and I'll take it."

"Alright," Fu Xia took out his phone and said, "I'll ask Sister Guan to come and take care of you, and bring you some antipyretics along the way."

"Sister Guan?" Cheng Wanyu frowned and realized that something was wrong, reached out and pressed Fu Xia's cell phone and said, "I don't want Sister Guan to come over, she will definitely accuse me when she comes."

Fu Xia looked at Cheng Wanyu in confusion, and couldn't help laughing: "You are such an old man, are you sick and afraid of being scolded?"

Cheng Wanyu's small abacus was crackling in his heart, and he leaned over to look at Fu Xia, with stars in his dark eyes, Fu Xia's heart beat faster.

"I'm sick and you take care of me, okay?" Cheng Wanyu asked softly.

Fu Xia was silent for two seconds, nodded and said, "Okay, I'll take care of you."

The author has something to say: Cheng: The plan was a success!