Pat Me Please

After using some physical cooling methods, Xiang Wan's fever subsided at eleven o'clock in the morning, and he woke up again after sleeping for a while, and finally completely subsided at six o'clock in the afternoon.

When it reached the highest temperature, it was 38.7°, and at that time she called out to her mother.

After that, he didn't talk nonsense and was very quiet.

When she woke up, she was very haggard, her hair was crawling on the pillow like seaweed, she looked at Yu Zhou and said, "Yesterday, you forgot to boil me eggs in sugar water?"

"It wasn't cooked," Yu Zhou said, "Fortunately, it wasn't cooked. It doesn't matter what you say, and it burned again at night."

"I only promise one day."

"Then you didn't tell me in advance."

"You didn't specify...the shelf life." She remembered the bear biscuits and AD calcium milk, and learned the word.

Yu Zhou stared at her carefully, and asked: "Xiang Wan, I noticed that you have burned a little yellow? Your face is not so pale anymore."

Xiang Wan's face was instantly pale, as white as putty, he touched it, and said, "Give me an ex-boyfriend mask."

"You can't use a stalk three times, and you will be scolded for writing like this." Yu Zhou taught her.

"I've earned money," Xiang Wan said, "Director Peng has used my voice."

"What about the money?"

"The treasure I didn't pay for, she must have given it to you." Xiang Wan deduced.

"Laughing, it's for me. Do you know how much it is for me?" Yu Zhou took out his phone and shook it.

Xiang Wan shook his head.

Yu Zhou clicked to play Peng Yuzhi's voice: "Congee Congee, let me tell you something, it's the money you got. This role is like this, and there are not a few words, so I asked my friend to play a guest role. It’s always been like this with her, I’ll string together a few sentences for her, and she’ll string up a few sentences for me, so there’s no budget for this kind of thing.”

Yu Zhou understood very well that a debt of favor is not as light as money.

"Then the change of the handle is here now. If we have to use these two sentences and the basic price in the industry based on her resume, it is estimated that there is not much money. It is too little, and I will give it. of."

"So I said, if you take her with you when the filming is finished, I'll treat her to dinner and prepare a small gift for her. She should like it more than taking money, what do you think?"

Xiang Wan's eyes lit up: "What gift is it?" This is the first gift she received here, um, if it doesn't include Yu Zhou's AD calcium milk.

"I don't know, you will know when you go."

Xiang Wan nodded: "When?"

"It seems to be next weekend." Yu Zhou flipped through the chat records.

Xiang Wan looked at her with eyes that said she felt it was too late.

"Don't be too impatient to be a human being. As the saying goes, you are not afraid of being late for a good meal. You rest and take care of your body for a few days, and then I will take you to buy some clothes. Since you are going to stay, it is not good to wear mine. You have to have Your own style. Also, you have to plan for the long term, literacy is the foundation, you don’t have a degree, it’s hard to move in this world, I have to see how you can get an adult diploma or something.”

"Also," she said while sitting by the bed, scratching at the wooden board at the head of the bed, "Wanwan, I'm out of money."

She had been unemployed for a few months and was living off her savings. Xiang Wan didn't spend much money, but it was enough to make her stretched.

"I may have to sign a contract." She looked out the window with her eyes on the execution ground.

"What do you mean by signing a contract?"

"That is, I might sign to Chang Pei and become a full-time writer. Because of the news in the early stage, my collection has increased rapidly in the past two months. An editor has taken a fancy to me and asked me to sign."

Yu Zhou explained: "After signing the contract, I can earn money by writing articles. I don't think I can earn much, but what if I become popular? I heard that popular authors can still make a lot of money. I will try my best to write some popular articles. theme."

Xiang embraced the quilt, sat up, leaned against the bed and looked at her, and said, "You don't look very happy."

Yu Zhou smiled and said, "I have a second-degree illness."

"I always feel that the signed contract, which requires several million words in a few years and a few months to renew, is particularly restrictive to me. And after signing the contract, I must pay special attention to the data. After all, it is money, it is money. I don’t I am a free creator again." She was very vicissitudes.

"Don't sign." Xiang Wan shook his head.

She thought about it, and said, "I can take orders in the WeChat group all day long."

Yu Zhou smiled, and patted her quilt: "Why did you make us look like fateful couples?"

"Mandarin duck?" Xiang Wan tucked the corner of his mouth, looking at her with consonant eyes.

"A metaphor, you are too serious."

Xiang Ban started another topic and asked her, "What else can I do?"

"No, you rest first, if it doesn't work, I can still find a job. What I mean by telling you that I don't have any money is, look at your training class, can you sell your face to Director Peng? It seems that you are quite talented. For the sake of, uh, give me a discount." She was very guilty, and she was not good at doing this kind of thing that took advantage of others.

"Why sell face?"

"Just, act like a spoiled child."

"Won't."

"You were sick last time, and you know how to do it."

Xiang Wan thought about the situation last time, and carefully confirmed: "I'll go to Director Peng's house and lie on her bed, acting like a baby?"

Hello! Yu Zhou wanted to cover her mouth.

"That's called unspoken rules!" Say something crazy.

After chatting for a few words, Xiang Wan became sleepy. Yu Zhou told her to have a good rest, and went outside by himself, took out a piece of bread and tore it up to eat. Taking care of the sick is really exhausting, not as easy as being sick by yourself.

While nibbling on the bread, she started to check Weibo again.

An hour ago, Su Chang posted an original Weibo. In that familiar lounge, I took an exquisite afternoon tea, and then Ait Peng Houzhi.

CP fans exploded. In their eyes, Aite is equivalent to the official announcement. They wish they could move the Civil Affairs Bureau here in the front row.

But in the eyes of Yu Zhou, who was biting the bread, he missed such a good afternoon tea. The last afternoon tea before the main character finished, it should be more delicious than usual.

Although she kept thinking, where did Peng Houzhi develop his bad habit of inviting people to dinner every day?

It costs a lot.

Click on the comment area, and Peng Houzhi replied below: "Hangzhi's atmosphere."

Yu Zhou laughed out loud and gave her a thumbs up.

Then put down the phone, and decided to cook hot and sour noodles for myself, to treat myself better.

In the lounge on the 15th floor of Tianyin Building, there were only Su Chang and Peng Yanzhi. The others didn’t want to eat too much sweets, so they ran away without touching a few mouthfuls. , Post at her online.

"They don't buy it, you post on Weibo, get some people to praise me, otherwise I'm psychologically unbalanced." She said so.

Usually, Su Chang ignored her, but today was different. Su Chang thought about it, picked up his phone, took a photo, and posted it directly on Weibo.

"Oh, water drips through a stone, but it warms up your rock a little bit." Peng Houzhi watched with satisfaction and commented on "Hung's atmosphere", and sighed.

The next second raised her voice a little: "Hey? Zhou Zhou liked me." Isn't she taking care of Xiang Wan? If you have time to browse Weibo, it seems that Xiang Wan is all right?

Generally speaking, Peng Yuzhi would not see likes, but just swipe to enter the list, and then swipe down, and he saw Yu Zhou's avatar.

Su Chang looked over, picked up his mobile phone, clicked on Peng Yuzhi's comment, and found that the mobile client could not see the likes, so he put down the phone again, and said softly: "Let me see."

"Look at what?" Peng Hou was puzzled.

Su Chang paused: "Look at her likes."

"who?"

"Yu Zhou."

Peng Yuzhi blinked twice, and suddenly clasped the phone on his shoulder with his backhand, a concealed movement, then leaned on the table with a crooked body, and smiled at Su: "I found that you are not normal to her."

Several times, she is not stupid.

"Huh?" Su Chang raised his eyes.

"Why don't you read my likes? You don't even read my Weibo! If I at you once, if I didn't call you, you wouldn't call me back!" Peng Houzhi scolded her like pouring beans.

"Besides, what does it have to do with you if someone likes me, likes my comment but doesn't like your original post? What's so interesting about you?"

Peng Houzhi looked at her with contempt.

Then she saw Su Chang's shoulders sinking.

"She is my ex-girlfriend." Su Chang said.