After wearing books, I rely on live broadcast to raise cubs

On the last day of December, Song Zhao originally had an announcement that he would run to promote the filming with Mu Xiao, but Song Zhao couldn't go because Song Zhao had a cold and a fever the night before.

"Zhao Zhao, are you still feeling bad? Can you touch the baby?" The little guy lay on the bedside and looked at Song Zhao, almost crying with tears.

Song Zhao: "Baby, stay away from me a little bit, or you will be infected." Song Zhao's voice was a little weak, and he didn't have the strength to raise his hand and his whole body hurt.

Zhuo Shaofan shook off the thermometer and took it to Song Zhao's hand, and asked Song Zhao to raise his hand and clamped it under Song Zhao's armpit.

"Come on, let's measure the temperature. Why did you suddenly have a fever? Is there any other discomfort?" Zhuo Shaofan's expression was not very good-looking, but his voice and movements were consistent and gentle.

Song Zhao: "Just a sore throat and a headache."

Song Zhao didn't know why he suddenly had a fever. It was the first time his body felt uncomfortable since he had been wearing books for several months, and he didn't know what was wrong.

Zhuo Shaofan: "You said you had a sore throat last night before going to bed, but you didn't pay attention to it. I'm afraid you had a fever in the middle of the night."

As Zhuo Shaofan said, he blamed himself a little. He obviously didn't know that Song Zhao was unwell last night. If he and Zhuo Jingyan hadn't woken up just now but Song Zhao didn't move, he didn't know that Song Zhao had a fever. up.

Song Zhao: "Maybe." Song Zhao did feel a little uncomfortable last night, but he didn't say that he didn't feel serious. Who knew that he felt that he was going to die after sleeping.

It's not really going to work, is it?After all, this body was not his in the first place.

Thinking about this, Song Zhao was startled and sat up from the bed.

"Zhao Zhao, what's the matter with you, come, lie down and rest." Song Zhao suddenly sat up and startled the little guy, and took Song Zhao's hand to pull Song Zhao to lie down.

Zhuo Shaofan was also surprised: "What's the matter? Lie down quickly, is the thermometer still clamped?"

Song Zhao looked at Zhuo Shaofan: "Tell me, will I die?"

Zhuo Shaofan: "??"

No, don't scare me, it's just a fever, why do you want to die or get alive?

As soon as the little guy heard Song Zhao say whether he would die, he cried out with a wow: "Wow... Zhao Zhao don't want it, you don't want to die, don't die please... don't want it." The little head shook like a rattle drum .

Zhuo Shaofan: "Don't talk nonsense, you scared Zhuo Jingyan." Zhuo Shaofan directly covered Song Zhao's mouth with his hands.

Song Zhao's lips touched Zhuo Shaofan's warm palm, and looking at the teary little guy, he immediately woke up, really dazed.

Song Zhao: "Baby don't cry, don't cry, Zhao Zhao is joking, how could Zhao Zhao die? Zhao Zhao will not die."

The little guy got Song Zhao's guarantee, but he still couldn't stop his tears completely, he sucked his nose, and his little body twitched, looking very pitiful.

Zhuo Shaofan: "Come and lie down, I think you are going to burn out your brain, why don't you say this kind of joke, Song Zhao, it's not funny at all." Zhuo Shaofan said very seriously.

Song Zhao: "Okay, I'm a patient, you just think I've just had a seizure."

Seeing Song Zhao's pitiful appearance, Zhuo Shaofan couldn't bear to say anything serious, so he shook his head helplessly.

A few minutes later, Zhuo Shaofan asked Song Zhao to take out the thermometer. Looking at it, good guy, it directly burned to 39 degrees. No wonder Song Zhao felt uncomfortable all over.

Zhuo Shaofan: "Let's go to the hospital, Zhuo Jingyan, you go downstairs and ask Grandma Jiang to ask the driver to prepare the car."

Hearing this, the little guy wiped his tears away: "Okay, I'll go right away." After saying that, he jumped off the bed and ran out.

Song Zhao: "I'll take some medicine and I'll be fine, and I still have publicity to go..." It was originally planned that there would be a live broadcast today, but because of the publicity, he didn't know when it would end, and he couldn't make it in time for the live broadcast, so in the Weibo said that the live broadcast will be postponed for a few days.

I originally thought that everyone would be dissatisfied, after all, it was agreed that there will be a live broadcast today.

But I didn't expect that basically no one expressed dissatisfaction in the comments. They all told him to take care of his own affairs first, don't worry, just live broadcast when he has time, don't be burdened by these words.

Song Zhaoke who watched was moved, but in order to run publicity, he had to postpone the live broadcast.

But I didn't expect that the publicity didn't go well, and I got a fever.

Zhuo Shaofan: "What kind of publicity are you still running, go to the hospital." He didn't think Song Zhao liked filming so much, but why was he so serious?What kind of publicity is still running at this time.

Song Zhao: "No, the one who received the money..." That's right, to go to publicity or something, Song Zhao didn't want to increase the exposure, he just thought, with a salary of more than 40 yuan, isn't it right to cooperate with the publicity or something? Should it be?

Zhuo Shaofan: "That little money is worth working so hard? Besides, do you think you can hold on at the scene?"

Song Zhao: "..." It's probably because of the fever. Not only is he sore all over now, he's also dizzy, and he really can't hold on to it.

Zhuo Shaofan looked at the shriveled Song Zhao, and a smile flashed in his eyes, but when he saw Song Zhao's face that was sluggish due to fever, the smile disappeared again.

Zhuo Shaofan: "Okay, be obedient, I'll take you to the hospital, as for the publicity, I'll call you to ask for leave, okay?"

Hearing Zhuo Shaofan's tone of coaxing a child, Song Zhao muttered dissatisfied: "Don't talk to me in such a tone, I'm not a child."

Zhuo Shaofan: "Okay, okay, you're not a child, come on, put on your clothes, let's go downstairs." Zhuo Shaofan replied, but he didn't coax the child, only he knew it.

Song Zhao sat on the bed and watched Zhuo Shaofan busy collecting the thermometer for him, finding clothes for him, and arranging his slippers. Suddenly, he felt that Zhuo Shaofan was also a gentle person.

"What are you looking at? It's so straightforward." Zhuo Shaofan was just about to help Song Zhao up when he saw Song Zhao staring at him with an expression on his face that couldn't tell what it meant.

Song Zhao said without thinking: "I think you are quite gentle, and you are not the same as before. If you meet someone you like in the future, you will definitely be a good husband."

Zhuo Shaofan was expressionless: "Should I thank you for your compliment?"

Song Zhao reacted, laughed twice, and obediently remained silent.

On the way to send Song Zhao to the hospital, Zhuo Shaofan called Secretary Peng in front of him, and asked Secretary Peng to find the director to ask for leave for Song Zhao. After all, Secretary Peng arranged for Song Zhao to enter the group before, and it was most appropriate for him to call.

With proper arrangements, Song Zhao felt relieved, it wasn't because he was playing tricks on Joe to not go on purpose.

"Zhao Zhao, are you still feeling bad?" Sitting next to Song Zhao, holding Song Zhao's hand, the little guy said sullenly.

Song Zhao: "Baby, I'm fine. I'll just go to the hospital. Don't worry, baby." Song Zhao reached out and patted the little guy's head.

Just now, Zhuo Shaofan refused to let the little guy follow, and asked Steward Jiang to watch him go to the kindergarten after breakfast, but the little guy wanted Song Zhao to come over no matter what he wanted, but in the end he couldn't hold him back, so he could only let him follow .

"Okay, then I'll let Zhao Zhao touch it." As he spoke, he took his chubby hand and stroked Song Zhao's back lightly back and forth.

Song Zhao sighed softly, what a thoughtful leather jacket. Fortunately, he "knows his way back" early on, changed his mind, and decided to cultivate a relationship with the little guy.

He went to a private hospital in which Zhuo Shaofan had a shareholding. After various examinations and blood draws, Song Zhao was already in a daze and almost fell asleep.

As soon as He Kai came to work at eight o'clock, he heard that Zhuo Shaofan had come and brought a patient over, so he called Zhuo Shaofan and knew that Song Zhao was sick, so he also came to visit.

Fortunately, Song Zhao only had a fever and a little inflammation of the tonsils, so he could take anti-inflammatory drugs.

Song Zhao was lying on the hospital bed, and the nurse went out after giving the injection. The little guy was lying on the side of the bed, and whispered softly to Song Zhao's injection hand: "Zhao Zhao, does the injection hurt? It must be very painful. If the baby gives you whirring, whirring won’t hurt any more.”

Song Zhao: "It still hurts a bit, but after being blown by my baby like this, the pain will be gone immediately, thank you my baby."

The little guy's eyes lit up when he heard it: "Really, really? Then I'll give you a whir." The little guy huffed even more vigorously.

Outside the ward, He Kai pulled Zhuo Shaofan out, winking.

Zhuo Shaofan: "Your eyes are uncomfortable?"

He Kai rolled his eyes: "I said, are you really confused or just pretending? Why did Song Zhao have a fever? It couldn't be caused by your intense husband and wife life, right?"

Zhuo Shaofan glared at him: "Can your thoughts be purer?"

He Kai was aggrieved: "Why is my mind not pure? How normal is it that a legal couple has their own married life? Moreover, science shows that having a married life at least twice a week is not only good for physical and mental health, but also Conducive to the happiness of the family.”

Zhuo Shaofan was even more wronged, did he think he didn't want to have a normal married life?

If he had known that he would be tempted by Song Zhao, he would not have signed any contract back then. He hadn't forgotten the surprise in Song Zhao's eyes when he saw him.

It's just that he was too young and ignorant at the time. He was afraid that Song Zhao would be infatuated with him and strangled his back.

Zhuo Shaofan: "If you also want to have a normal married life, I can tell Auntie and let her arrange a blind date for you. I believe Auntie will be very willing."

He Kai's face turned dark: "Don't talk nonsense, let alone go to my mother, who arranges a blind date for me every day, and this dinner is scheduled for three months later, what about it?" He couldn't find a partner, but his mother's posture was really overwhelming.

After He Kai left, Zhuo Shaofan entered the ward, and what he saw was the warm scene of the little guy waving to Song Zhao.

Zhuo Shaofan: "Should I go home after the injection or stay in the hospital?"

Song Zhao: "Can I go home? If possible, it's more convenient to go home."

Zhuo Shaofan: "Yes, if you still need injections, you can ask the family doctor to come to your home for injections. It is really convenient at home. You can sleep for a while, Aunt Jiang has already delivered meals."

The food outside was not tasty, not to mention that Song Zhao was still a sick person, so it was the best choice for Master Yang to cook.

Song Zhao said hello, slowly closed his eyes, thinking in his heart, what he said when he was at home was right, Zhuo Shaofan was really gentle and caring.

The author says:

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