100,000/Hour Professional Stand-in

The expression on Bai Zhi's face was a bit complicated when he heard the answer.

Ji Fanyin tried to analyze it with professionalism, and felt that he seemed to sneer and at the same time didn't quite believe her words.

She shrugged and said goodbye to the daytime, turned and walked away.

After walking a few steps, she felt that the shoes on her feet were a little uncomfortable, so she bent down and took them off.

Fortunately, no bleeding, just a little red.

As the crowd walked out slowly, Ji Fanyin took out the phone in her bag and turned it on.

She originally wanted to call a car, but who would have known that the phone that had been turned off for a long time was turned on and there were several missed calls, all from Song Shiyu.

Three calls came after eight o'clock in the evening, the front foot followed the back; the last call was only ten minutes ago.

Song Shiyu would not make so many phone calls to her under normal circumstances.

Ji Fanyin pondered for a while, and then gave the number to customer number 1 and went back.

After all, it is the No. 1 customer, and the business relationship still needs to be maintained.

Song Shiyu didn't answer right away, Ji Fanyin waited patiently for a long "beep" after another, until she felt that the call was about to be hung up automatically, Song Shiyu's hoarse voice came from the microphone Come out: "Hello?"

"Do you have anything to do with me?" Ji Fanyin asked him.

There was no sound from Song Shiyu for a long time, and after a long while, Ji Fanyin waited silently and said, "...I'm sick."

Ji Fanyin snorted: "Do you need me to call an ambulance for you? Or tell Ji Xinxin?"

Song Shiyu, who is confused, will call her.

Song Shiyu said something vaguely, but Ji Fanyin couldn't hear it clearly.

But then Song Shiyu's OO@@ and the sound of the mattress being squeezed made her realize that Song Shiyu was probably lying on the bed before, and just sat up at this time.

In the end, Song Shiyu said, "Come and see me."

Ji Fanyin slowly put out a question mark: "Song Shiyu, do you know who you are calling?"

"You are Ji Fanyin." Song Shiyu sounded groggy but still rational, "I asked you to come and take care of me now."

Then he suddenly slammed the sugar palm, as if something heavy hit the ground.

The phone was also hung up with this loud bang.

Ji Fanyin: "...?"

She looked down at the phone that had been hung up, hesitated for a second, and decided to throw Song Shiyu, who had suddenly become Tianliang Wangpo after falling ill, behind her head.

As a result, just as Ji Fanyin got in the car, Song Shiyu's transfer text message arrived.

Ji Fanyin calculated the money, and felt that it was not impossible to give Song Shiyu a little bit of spare time.

She greeted the driver, modified her destination, and headed to Song Shiyu's home.

...

Song Shiyuman thought he could withstand a small gust of cold, but he fell ill and developed a high fever the day after he returned from the movie premiere.

Song Shiyu's assistant was easily susceptible to colds, and he coughed for a month as soon as he caught a cold. After hearing the news, Xiaozhi responded with emotion, so he was about to roll on the ground, cry, make trouble, and hang himself. Fu Song Shiyu did not let him go to work.

The assistant bought medicine for Song Shiyu, but Song Shiyu didn't want to take it. He fell asleep on the bed until noon, and woke up hungry.

He should have called his assistant and asked him to bring his lunch, but the call was made to Ji Xinxin unexpectedly.

Ji Xinxin hung up his voice call and replied with a text message: [I'm sorry, I'm in class\u003e \u003cWhat's the matter? 】

Song Shiyu lay dizzy on the bed and typed slowly to Ji Xinxin: [It's okay. I'm sick and want to hear your voice. 】

He thought that Ji Xinxin was a kind person, and she would definitely greet him next time.

The humiliation of being around and not being around... In comparison, it's still a little bit worse.

Sure enough, Ji Xinxin immediately asked him what was wrong with his body, and then asked him if he had contacted his assistant to buy medicine and whether he needed to go to the hospital. His tone was very concerned and eager, just like she was worried about any of her friends who were not feeling well.

Song Shiyu's vision was a little blurry, and of course his typing was slow.

He smiled involuntarily while reading Ji Xinxin's message. After she finished posting the series of questions and emojis, he finally finished typing his own reply: [It's just a cold, but it would be nice if you could come and see me. . 】

Ji Xinxin gave a sighing expression, followed by a hugging and comforting expression.

Then she asked: [Are you not taking medicine anymore? No way, I'm in France now, and I can't catch up to watch you take medicine. 】

Song Shiyu avoided the question of taking medicine, he asked: [When are you on vacation? will be back? 】

Ji Xinxin's reply was a bit slower this time: [I originally wanted to wait until the winter vacation to come back for the New Year, but maybe I will come back during the Christmas period earlier, and I have something to do. 】

Song Shiyu calculated in his heart.

Christmas is only a few months away.

[Then we will meet soon. 】He typed it word by word, 【I really want to see you. 】

[I'm also looking forward to seeing you soon~] Ji Xinxin made a slap in the face, [I'm going to catch the next class, I'll check if you've taken your medicine when I'm free! 】

Song Shiyu let out a soft breath and rolled over on the bed.

Ji Xinxin is not his girlfriend.

even if it's a girlfriend

, and it is impossible to fly over half the world to visit him because of a mere cold and fever.

But there is someone available on call.

Song Shiyu rubbed the phone, which was hot from the body temperature, but did not send a message to Ji Fanyin under rational dissuasion, but called his assistant to ask him to prepare food.

The assistant is a straight man who doesn't know how to cook, and because he has to temporarily take over Song Shiyu's work that day, he is so busy that he only finds time to order a takeout of porridge for Song Shiyu.

Song Shiyu took a few bites, swallowed two more pills, and fell back to bed vaguely asleep.

He couldn't sleep well in the dream either. In the dream, there was some kind of force behind him that was holding him back so that he couldn't move forward, but he was attracted by the light in front of him, crawled forward with his hands and feet, and tried his best to meet the strange Strength is fighting.

――Of course, when I woke up, I didn't feel rested at all, but my whole body was aching, as if I had just been picked up from the water.

Song Shiyu was still sensible. He tried his forehead with the back of his hand, and it was hot for a while, obviously not lightly.

He turned over and glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table, and found that it was already eight o'clock in the evening, and the whole day had passed so groggyly.

His heat didn't mean to go down at all.

Song Shiyu looked at her phone again, and there was no news from Ji Xinxin. She seemed to have forgotten that she had said that she would supervise him to take his medicine.

Song Shiyu lay down for a while, and it was difficult to move even a finger. After lying down for a while, he still called an almost taboo number in the address book.

The other party is turned off, even dialing three times is the same.

Song Shiyu lay on the bed and sneered.

After yesterday's meeting, maybe Ji Fanyin had already hooked up with Cen Xiangyang, and now he went on a date with a third man.

No matter how bad it is, it may be daytime.

Other than that, her efficiency in answering the phone is obviously very high.

...pretend to be indifferent to him!

Song Shiyu threw the phone out angrily, slammed it on the wall and fell to the floor, making a loud noise.

This action alone almost consumed most of his strength.

Song Shiyu rolled the quilt and tried to continue to sleep, but probably because he slept for too long, he couldn't fall asleep at this time.

The few mouthfuls of porridge stuffed at noon couldn't bear hunger at all, and at night, even his stomach began to protest loudly.

Song Shiyu tossed and turned for a long time, as if he was pleading with himself.

Although the screen of the mobile phone showed some problems, the function of making calls was still normal. With Song Shiyu's operation, the three words "Ji Fanyin" appeared on the screen again.

Ji Fanyin's cell phone is still off.

It's nearly ten o'clock.

Song Shiyu looked at the clock on her phone, and couldn't help but maliciously speculate on what Ji Fanyin, who said "acting and not selling yourself", would do for her lack of money.

She was supposed to provide night company service anyway, didn't she?

Song Shiyu held the mobile phone and sat on the edge of the bed for a while, his mind was like an active paste, as if he couldn't move, and seemed to think of many, many thoughts in an instant.

Until his phone vibrated, Ji Fanyin's name appeared on the caller ID.

Song Shiyu continued to stare at the screen in a daze, and his finger stayed on the switch button for a long time without pressing it.

He was a little unsure if he wanted to hear Ji Fanyin's voice.

Or...the four calls just now should never have been made.

But Song Shiyu finally took it.

"Do you have anything to do with me?" Ji Fanyin asked.

She didn't use Ji Xinxin's voice.

But Song Shiyu found that he felt reassured for a second shamefully.

——At least, Ji Fanyin will always be there waiting for him.

So he said, "Come and see me."

――And for insurance, he also transferred money to Ji Fanyin.

Since Ji Fanyin wants to use money to cover up her intentions and protect her self-esteem, so be it.

Song Shiyu thought while stroking the phone.

This company is worthy of his reward and recognition.

Ji Fanyin knew the address of his apartment, but Song Shiyu was still going to send a WeChat message to remind her.

When opening WeChat, Song Shiyu recalled that he deleted Ji Fanyin's WeChat some time ago.

But just when Ji Fanyin was about to exchange contact information with Cen Xiangyang last night, Song Shiyu approached and wrote down her WeChat ID.

He rubbed his eyes, added Ji Fanyin back, and then told her the location and access control of his community.

After doing all this, Song Shiyu felt relieved for some reason, he threw the phone on the bedside and let out a long sigh.

He curled up in a ball on the bed, finding safety faster than before.

After an unknown amount of time, Song Shiyu heard footsteps.

The light in the room was turned on, and a slender figure slowly approached him.

"...Ji Fanyin?" Song Shiyu asked vaguely.

The other party bent down and touched his forehead, letting out a helpless and soft sigh.

Song Shiyu was once again determined in the heat.

No matter how Ji Fanyin used various rhetoric and behavior to cover up, the love could not be hidden after all.

But unlike before, this time Song Shiyu noticed that he was a little overjoyed at the fact that "Ji Fanyin likes me".