Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

Deputy Director Zhao shivered: "She, she has a high fever." The rest did not know.

Jiang Zhi didn't ask again: "Today's filming is suspended."

The heavy snow is approaching, and the sky seems colder.

Deputy Director Zhao shrinks his neck: "Yes, but--"

Jiang Zhi didn't wait for him to finish speaking at all, so he turned and left: "Oh night, go drive."

"Oh."

One shot of people, all of them left, the director said to leave and left, going up to the production coordinator, down to the male lead and female lead, no one dared to call Jiang Zhi.

Deputy Director Zhao scratched his head and sighed.

It will cost millions more, so annoying!

Fifteen minutes later, Ah Wan had already driven the car into the aisle, and the speed was unprecedentedly fast.

Jiang Zhi was sitting in the back seat, dialing without a word, because he couldn't get through, a face of Qingjun was as cold as the long snow outside.

Ah Wan felt that the atmosphere was a little bit out of breath, so he should say something to ease it. What should he say?

Of course, it means that the employer has a good heart.

"The address Ms. Zhou gave to the group leader of the crew is fake." Ah Wan seemed to be chatting.

Jiang Zhi was still dialing and gave no response at all.

Ah Wan cleared her throat, not so embarrassed, and answered the topic she raised herself: "But not afraid, we investigated Miss Zhou's address last time."

Speaking of this, Ah Wan said with emotion: "Miss Zhou is so poor. The houses are rented, but there is no one else in the building where she lives. The landlord has immigrated abroad, and Miss Zhou lives alone in a clean room." Ah Wan felt that the landlord was also a strange person, so he bought a building and rented out one.

Of course, Ah Wan didn't know that the ‘landlord’ was fake, and that the whole building was made by Zhou Xufang.

Ah Wan was still immersed in the compassion of "Ms. Zhou who was filmed is so poor, so poor, so poor," and she couldn't help but feel sad: "Boss, I think Miss Zhou is so poor. Would you like to give Miss Zhou a house?"

After saying so many ‘heartening’ words, Jiang Zhi finally raised his eyelids.

"Can you close your mouth?"

A little embarrassing night: "..."

Well, he closed it.

Jiang Zhi was still calling Zhou Xufang over and over again, but she never answered.

He was so anxious to punch someone.

At this point, Zhou Xufang was sleeping at home, but she seemed to have insomnia and couldn't fall asleep. She got up and measured it with a thermometer of special material, 28 degrees.

She breathed a sigh of relief, got up from the bed, ordered a takeaway, and turned on the computer again.

"Are you there?"

The yellow SpongeBob jumped out of the screen.

Frosty typed over: "Yes."

Zhou Xufang asked her: "Are there any clues to that car pendant?"

Synthesizing software that converts voices into text was installed in the computer. Zhou Xufang didn't need to type, and freed her hands. She took apart the two packs of marshmallows she had picked up from Jiang Zhi.

I don't know if it was because of fever. She was very hungry and thirsty. She went to get two more cans of milk.

Frostfall seems to be more accustomed to typing: "That is the safety and blessing of Lingdu Temple in the imperial capital. Many people will ask for it. There are registration lists, but there are too many to investigate.

"You send me the list."

"Okay." The computer screen suddenly changed from SpongeBob SquarePants to Zhou Xufang's face, and Frost asked, "Fang, are you sweating?"

Zhou Xufang looked for the computer lens and took a picture of herself. As expected, the hair on her forehead was wet with sweat.

She nodded and said yes, and took two sheets of paper to wipe her sweat.

"This is the first time I have seen you sweat so much." After all, her body temperature is so low, and her outside is still cold.

"I was sick today." Zhou Xufang touched her face. It was not very hot anymore. She was still thirsty. She took another sip of milk. "I also had a fever for the first time."

She knew her physique and was a little worried: "Have you taken medicine?"

"have eaten."

However, Zhou Xufang didn't know whether the medicine had taken effect or she had recovered herself. She had a very strong recovery ability.

"You are not afraid of the cold, why are you suddenly sick?"

Zhou Xufang thought about what he was doing today, then shook his head blankly: "I don't know either."

Is there anything she can't touch except penicillin?

She couldn't figure it out.

Frost can not worry about her: "Would you like to find a private hospital?"

Zhou Xufang sat there, suddenly no reaction.

"A Fang."

She still didn't move, her eyes fixed somewhere.

She stopped typing, changed the synthesized voice, and called her: "A Fang, what's the matter with you?"

Zhou Xufang's eyelashes trembled, she moved, and said: "I heard Jiang Zhi's voice." She was still still, listening attentively, "He is coughing."

Can the cough be heard by Jiang Zhi?

"Why is Jiang Zhi here? Didn't you hear me wrong—"

Before the computer, there was no figure of Zhou Xufang, she teleported and ran away.

Shuangjiang was a little worried, and felt that Zhou Xufang had been hooked away.

Downstairs in the 17th building of Yuquan Bay, Ah Wan was sticking to the door of the first floor stairway, listening carefully, um, he couldn't hear anything.

Ah Wan was puzzled, and muttered: "This is this building, why is the door locked?"

Jiang Zhi came out in a hurry, dressed thinly, and was very windy, blowing his hazy blue short hair into a mess. He coughed and pushed Awan away at the door with his feet.

"Cough cough cough cough... you start."

Ah Wan retreated to the side.

Jiang Zhi raised his hand to hammer the door——

Patter.

The door suddenly opened by itself, and Jiang Zhi saw the face he thought about day and night.

Zhou Xufang wears an ankle-length down jacket on the outside of the pullover sweater. The zipper is not pulled, and she is not wearing a hat. Her hair has just grown to her shoulders. She sleeps messy and hairy. She has a white face and dark pupils. She is watching Jiang Zhi's eyes are bright, like stars in the desert.

"Jianzhi."

Jiang Zhi was still in a daze.

She stood on the door frame, raised her head and asked him: "Why are you here?"

Jiang Zhi's gaze stayed on the pair of pink bunny-head slippers under her feet for a few seconds, and then looked at her. Without saying why, he stretched out his hand to cover her forehead.

Zhou Xufang was stunned.

Jiang Zhi changed the back of her hand and put it on her forehead: "Why is it so cold?" Isn't it a fever?

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