Chapter 20: sick

"Shen, my friend is your fan, you may be a little excited to see you." Yu explained.
Shen Qingzhou raised his eyebrows. "Fortunately, your friend is very good."
Yu night stunned, very good? Where is it? How do you find a few words very good?
Shen Qingzhou touched the red beans. In fact, Shen Qingzhou thought that Jane Rain was very eye-catching. She said that he said, "Yu night, please take care of you."
Oh, the slow-moving and greedy little girl really has to work hard for him to take care of.
"Red beans, gone." Shen Qingzhou walked toward the door, Yu night went up to open the door to him. "Take me a call before you leave, then you will leave the red beans in the room, I will take care of it."

"Good." Shen Qingzhou went out and looked back at her. The tone was very plain. "Good rest."
Yu night stayed, Shen Qingzhou was so warm, she was a little excited, "Hey, good night."
Shen Qingzhou turned back, and the red bean fart was followed. Yu closed the door and flew to the bed. She felt that her distance from Shen Qingzhou seemed to be much closer. Not the kind of the face, but the psychological, at least she can feel that Shen Qingzhou is not as cold as the original...
The next day, Yu late got up in a confused way, her head was a little heavy, she climbed into the small living room and took a sip of water.
Just then, the phone rang, it was Shen Qingzhou.
"I am leaving, you are free to come to my room."
"Cough... well."
"what happened to you?"
Yu night swallowed, "Nothing, get up in the morning and get a little dry throat, you can rest assured, red beans have me."
Shen Qingzhou paused, "Okay."
Hanging up the phone, Yu went to wash it, and then took his notebook and room card to Shen Qingzhou's room, opened the door and went in, the red bean greeted him.
Yu smiled and put down the computer and played with the red beans for a while, but today the spirit is not very good, I don’t know if it was a poor sleep quality yesterday, and the head was groggy.
"Red beans, I will write novels first, and I will take you out to sneak out."
The red beans groaned awkwardly.
Yu night turned on the computer and started the code word. However, when she wrote it, she always felt that there would be a ghost in front of her eyes. Her head began to hurt. Really the code can't go down, Yu closed the computer, fell on the sofa, and stumbled and went to sleep again.
I don't know how long I have slept, Yu is still awakened by the red beans. She looked at her mobile phone and suddenly got a spirit. "Oh, it’s noon, sorry, sorry, red beans, you are hungry."
"Wang Wang Wang!"
Yu late exhaled, and quickly got up to give the red bean the dog food. The whole body is very heavy. Yu touches his forehead while pouring dog food at night. Isn't it, is it a fever?
Red beans were eating lunch, Yu was not mentally sitting on the sofa, and she was going to sleep, and people became more and more uncomfortable.
Yu night supported his head and picked up the phone to dial the number of Shen Qingzhou. After a long time, someone finally picked it up.
"Hey, sink."
"Amount... Is it a scriptwriter? I am Xiao Yang."
"Little Yang, Shen Shen."
"He went to the scene to guide, the mobile phone is here for me."
"Ok."
"Writer? Is there something?"
"It is like this. I am a little uncomfortable. Then red beans are on my side. I want to say if anyone on your side is coming over and taking the red beans. I want to go to the hospital now."
"Ah? Are you fever?"
"I don't know. Xiao Yang, if you come over, you will help me bring the red beans to the studio. The director will let him be busy, needless to say."
"So, then wait a moment."
"Yep."
Xiao Yang hung up the phone and just wanted to take the key back to the hotel, but went back to the door and folded back. Now the focus seems to be not the red bean who cares, but the writer is very sick! With his observations and speculations, the relationship between Shen Jian and the writer is unusual.
If the latter director knows that he didn't report it to him, is he directly letting him roll out? ! Xiao Yang was a little panicked, so he immediately ran to the sinking guide on the set.
"The lens goes high here, remember to bring the expression to the actor..."
"Sinking."
Shen Qingzhou looked back at Xiao Yang and his eyes were disturbed.
Xiao Yang has stabilized his mind and whispered, "Well... there is an urgent matter, about the writer."
Sure enough, Xiao Yang found Shen’s eyes relaxed.
"what happened."
"The screenwriter just let me go back to pick up red beans. She seems to be sick."
When the voice just fell, the mobile phone in Xiao Yang’s hand was suddenly taken away, and then he saw his family sinking and saying nothing, walking in a hurry, and the look was rare.
Xiao Yang is very pleased, he is really right.
"Hey, what's the matter?" The assistants on the side walked over, and a group of actor and staff members who were left behind looked at Shen Qingzhou gradually drifting away.
"Shendao seems to be a bit strange, is it something?" An actor said.
Xiao Yang’s face is unpredictable.
It’s really a big thing for Shen Shen.

Yu night waited for more than half an hour on the sofa. The door of the hotel finally rang. She turned her head and looked at it. "Xiao Yang, are you here? You slow down, I am really going to die."
Yu night looked back and saw Shen Qingzhou coming in from the door. She looked at him with surprise. "How come you?"
Shen Qingzhou did not answer her. When she came over, she bent down and reached out to touch Yu’s forehead. Yu night looked at him with a sly look, and her eyes were stunned.
"Hot." Shen Qingzhou summed up a word.
"I know hot." Yu night stood up. "If you come back, look at the red beans, I will go out."
Yu night bypassed him and went to the door. He took two steps and his wrist was caught. He looked back at Shen Qingzhou’s serious face.
Going to the room, I called the doctor.

"what?"
Shen Qingzhou did not want Yu to refuse, and dragged her wrist directly to drag him into the room. Yu was too weak, so she stumbled and was pulled to the bed. "The shoes are off, and I lie in."
Yu night is confused and knows that this is the room where Shen Qingzhou sleeps. She sat on the bed and looked up at him. "I... is this your bed?"
"Or else." Shen Qingzhou gave her a quilt, then took out the phone and aired the phone. He listened to his tone and asked someone to find a doctor.
Yu night looked at the tall figure who stood next to him. Looking at this big, unspoken bed, the sweetness of his heart rose.
She lay down silently, covered with a quilt, and suddenly felt that there was his feeling here, although it was cold and cold, but very comfortable.
There is some emotion in Yu’s heart. It turns out that Shen Qingzhou is not without heart and lungs. He will take care of people.
The brain is very happy, but the body can't keep up. Slowly, Yu sleeps late. When Shen Qingzhou finished the call and turned back, Yu night had quietly closed her eyes.
He looked at her silently, then sat down beside the bed and reached for her forehead, which was hot.
I have a fever and I still want to go to the hospital myself. I don’t know if I am looking for someone to accompany me. It’s really stupid. Shen Qingzhou thought of this, but she was helplessly pulling her face, but this accident found that Yu night blushing, pinched up soft and slippery, feels very good. He picked up his eyebrows and put the other one down. He mischievously pinched her faces on both sides and explored the pinch, so Yu night experienced the most speechless face deformation in life in a deep sleep.
At the bedside, the red beans didn't know when they came in, and they looked at each other and watched their masters ‘abuse’ of their ‘mother-in-law’.
"Wang!"
"Hey." Shen Qingzhou turned to look at the red beans, stood up from the edge of the bed, whispered, "Quiet, come out with me."
When Yu night opened her eyes, her eyes were very heavy and sticky. She sat up from the bed, and the tip of her eye saw the hand on the bed. The pinhole of a bottle on the left hand was obvious, and there was some blueness next to it.
It turned out that the doctor had come, and she didn’t even know what to do with the needle...
At this time, the door was pushed in from the outside. Yu looked up and saw Shen Qingzhou coming in a bowl of things. He glanced at her and placed the bowl on the bedside table.
"Eat, the porridge made by the hotel." Shen Qingzhou said that he sat down on the single sofa next to him and took a magazine and read it. "I feel better."
Yu late looked at him with some emotions. "It doesn't seem too hot, thank you."
Shen Qingzhou said with a sigh of relief, said the cloud lightly, "Hurry up, who is sick and who cooks for me."
Yu night smiled and smiled, obviously it was good and still hard.
Yu had a porridge and took a spoonful of drinks. She was really hungry.
"Well? Why is it so light?" Yu night brows slightly wrinkled.
Shen Qingzhou put down the magazine, "light?"
"Well, the preserved egg porridge has nothing to taste."
Shen Qingzhou paused and walked over in a blank expression. "Give it to me, I will let them redo."
Yu late Shen Yan, "It is estimated that the chef forgot to put salt, but ... the chef of this hotel will forget this?"
Shen Qingzhou did not say anything, took the porridge and went out.
After a while, Shen Qingzhou came in again with a bowl and "eat."
Yu nodded and picked it up, and took a sigh of joy. "Oh... it’s so salty."
Shen Qingzhou, "..."
Yu lately looked at Shen Qingzhou unbelievably. "Shen, this chef is sure to have problems today, especially salty."
Shen Qingzhou’s eyes are slightly pumped.
How salty, it’s hard to eat?

"It's hard to eat, it's not as light as it was."
Shen Qingzhou took a deep breath and said, "Get it."
"Or else, I am so hungry, just eat it."
"No."
Speaking of Shen Qingzhou took the bowl, Yu night looked at the porridge that was taken away, and then looked at the stiff back of Shen Qingzhou. She thought that she was half-time late. "Is this...not a hotel?" Is it done by Shen Qingzhou? Ha? Haha."
The duration of this time was a bit long, and the face was dark when Shen Qingzhou’s porridge came in.
Yu night took a quiet drink, delicious, very delicious, porridge delicate and soft, salty and suitable, the entrance is instant. This is what the hotel does...