Very Happy

Unfortunately, no one can see the joy and sorrow of the housekeeper.

Li Zhao pressed Yan Ting on the sofa, turned out the medicine box in the salute pile, and stuffed the thermometer into Yan Ting's hand: "Be good here, sit still, I'll get you a cup of hot water." He took another cartoon mug out of the box, washed it, and made a round in the room, where he found the water dispenser.

"If you are ill, drink plenty of hot water." Test the water temperature with the back of your hand. Li Zhao handed the water cup with one hand and the thermometer with one hand: "37 degrees and nine degrees, a little low fever, no need to take antipyretics."

"Did you not wear a jacket and get cold when you got out of the company last night?" Li Zhao frowned angrily: "I should have gone upstairs as soon as I knew it, at least I can remind you to wear a jacket."

"I'm in poor health." Yan Ting coughed twice: "I forgot to close the window last night, it has nothing to do with you."

The steward glanced slightly, looking at the ridiculous mug with the cartoon big head doll printed on Yan Ting's hand, and the words "Tomorrow will be better", and put his gaze back with a smile.

One of the basic criteria for a qualified butler: whenever something is relevant to the host, no matter how surprising, smile gracefully. As the best graduate of the Butler Academy, he never allows himself to have any flaws.

The water temperature was not cold or hot, and the throat was just right. Yan Ting lay on the sofa, watching Li Zhao busy packing his luggage, and changing his forehead from time to time with new towels, and he was strangely quiet inside.

His brain never seemed to be as stable as this moment.

"Uncle Steward said, I made a lot of delicious food at noon, but now you can only eat lighter in this situation." Li Zhao sympathetically patted the hot towel on Yan Ting's head: "Don't be sad, wait for me to accompany You drink porridge together. For two days first, wait until you are sick. I invite you to eat a big meal. "

Yan Ting let Li Zhao's paw gently pat on his forehead, wait for Li Zhao to remove the towel, and sit up against the sofa: "Okay."

When eating at noon, the table was full of food. Li Zhao dragged the stool away from Dake and Zhang Xiaoyuan, and drank it with the lean porridge in front of him.

Soon after a bowl of porridge, when Li Zhao was preparing to add a second bowl, he saw that the porridge in Yan Ting's bowl barely moved: "Is it uncomfortable in the stomach and can't eat?"

Yan Ting lowered the bowl and wiped the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief: "It doesn't matter, you don't need to worry about me."

"What does it mean not to care about you?" Li Zhao put down the bowl to be filled with rice: "If you are sick and don't eat, how can your body survive?"

"You wait." He got up and ran to the kitchen. He took out a small bowl of sour cowpea. "This cowpea was pickled by me. I used to take care of our lives. Auntie made from cowpea is particularly delicious. Crispy and delicious, put two drops of sesame oil in it for special meals, you first try to eat this taste.

Sour cowpeas are slightly spicy, the brewing time is just right, the mouth is crispy and salty, and the light lean porridge is suitable, just a little sour.

"How?" Li Zhao looked at Yan Ting with expectation.

"Okay." Yan Ting's brow didn't frown even after eating sour beans. With sour beans, Yan Ting reluctantly ate a small bowl of rice. When he put down his chopsticks, Li Zhao had three bowls of porridge.

"Wait another half an hour, I will give you a pack of cold medicine." Li Zhao stood up and closed the bowl: "After drinking the medicine, you go back and lie down for a while, remember not to blow the cold wind."

"Mr. Li, just leave the work to the staff." The housekeeper leaned in and stopped Li Zhao to clean up the chopsticks. "You accompany your friend to sit on the sofa and rest. It will be all right soon."

"There is labor." Li Zhao noticed that Yan Ting's condition was really not good. He did not insist on these trivial matters, and accompanied Yan Ting to sit on the sofa and watch TV.

Opening a channel casually, a martial arts drama is being played. The male protagonist descends from the sky. Although he can't see his face clearly, only this lens can cause infinite reverie of female audiences.

"I have participated in this drama." Seeing that the drama he had participated in was broadcast on TV, Li Zhao shared the shooting with Yan Ting happily. I took the action shots for him. The crew gave the money super generous, and the male lead also privately gave me a red envelope, and I made a lot of money from them. "

The two watched the TV for half an hour. At the end of the TV show, Li Zhao got up and went to the kitchen to give Yan Ting a cold medicine.

After the tens of seconds of advertising, the TV station began to broadcast an entertainment interview program. The interview was performed by the male lead of the drama just now.

"Nan, I heard that in the recent popular martial arts drama" Knights "starring you, many difficult actions are performed by you personally. You have hardly used a stand-in. Can you share with us that you encountered during the shooting Is it difficult? "

"As a professional actor, it is my principle when filming as much as possible." A man in an expensive suit talked in front of the camera. He was covered with a logo-bearing microphone in front of him, and the shutter sound crackled.

"Tingting." Li Zhao came out holding the medicine: "The medicine is a little hot, and you can drink it for a while."

Yan Tingshun picked up the remote control and turned off the TV.

"Why don't you watch TV?" Li Zhao sat down beside him and rubbed Yan Ting's forehead with his hand on his back: "It's okay, my temperature has not risen."

"Dizziness." Yan Ting lowered her eyelids and looked very ill.

After hearing Yan Ting's dizziness, where did Li Zhao still care about watching TV, he leaned on the sofa cushion and leaned on Yan Ting's waist: "Don't go back later, go to my room to rest first, the sheets have just been changed, and No one has ever slept. "

Yan Ting was silent and didn't speak, but Li Zhao's understanding of Yan Ting didn't speak and agreed.

Zhang Xiaoyuan was full and satiated. When Li Zhao was about to take care of the sick Yan Ting, he said, "Zhao Zhao, I'm going back. Tonight, there is a local offline promotional event on the" Overbearing Women's Club ". Go together. If you don't want to go, I'll help you. "

"Is there an appearance for Fina?" Li Zhao asked.

"This is an out-of-contract publicity event with an appearance fee."

"Take it." Li Zhao is still very enthusiastic about activities that can make money.

"After five o'clock in the afternoon, I'll bring someone over to make the shape for you." Zhang Xiaoyuan stood up and said, "I and Da Ke will go back to the company to choose the script that suits you."

After Zhang Xiaoyuan and Da Ke left, Li Zhao stared at Yan Ting and drank the medicine, and brought the person to the room: "You lie down for a while, I will sit on the balcony and watch the script with you. What's wrong with me?"

The quilt on the bed was only 70% to 80% new, and there was a faint smell of soap on the body. Yan Ting looked at the big boy sitting quietly on the balcony and closed his eyes slowly.

After a while, Li Zhao put down the script, got up and helped Yan Ting to suppress the quilt, and took out his phone and turned it to mute state.

With the popularity of "Overbearing Women" on the Internet, more and more people are following Li Zhao, and more and more netizens scolded Song Yuzhuang for persecution. Song Yu stayed at home these days, looking at the barrage on the Internet, furiously dropped several mouse.

"To reverse the audience's view of you, you need a more challenging role." The agent seems to have not seen Song Yu's anger: "I will arrange you into the group these days, you play well. The audience are all Fickle, as long as the characters behind you please them, all the criticisms they face now are nothing. "

"Is there a role that suits who?" Song Yu kicked the mouse shard aside, and said unhappyly, "I paid him back early, and I was comfortable in it."

"Who?" The agent didn't respond for a moment, and he paused for a moment: "Who do you say Li Zhao?"

"Who else isn't he?" Song Yu said indifferently: "You just pick an important role that I don't care about and throw it at him. Anyway, with his own connections, he can't reach these resources in a dream.

"I haven't told you something." The agent's expression was a bit subtle: "We owe Li Zhao this kind of friendship, I'm afraid it's not good enough."

"What do you mean?" Song Yu frowned. "Li Zhao's agent Lion opened his mouth and asked for other requirements?"

"No." The agent shook his head: "Li Zhao signed to Strawberry Entertainment. I heard that Strawberry Entertainment valued him very much, not only to tailor a working team for him, but also to contact him with many resources."

"Impossible!" Song Yu's face became strange. "How could he sign in Strawberry Entertainment?"

The agent thought he was unwilling and could only persuade him: "Although the news has not been made public, many people in the industry have received the news. I have told you these words many times, and I will tell you again today. You have a different development path than Li Zhao, and now he has strawberry entertainment. Now all fans think you are good friends with him, and I hope you will maintain good friends. "

Song Yu's heartbeat thundered at this moment, and he didn't hear what the agent said. In his foreseeable dream, although Li Zhao became popular through the online drama "Overbearing Women", he did not sign up for Strawberry Entertainment, but suffered a lot and suffered a lot before he became a first-class in the circle. Powerful idol actor.

Did all these changes stem from his changing Li Zhao's role?

It turned out that in the past few months, he was marrying Li Zhao. Foreseeing that he was scolded in the dream, he was still scolded by the audience. Li Zhao, who is going to be popular, is still popular, and even because he secretly changed the original trajectory, his luck got better.

"I draw a big grass." Wanting to understand this, Song Yu couldn't help cursing: "I really hit the evil."

"No swearing is allowed!" The agent solemnly said, "Song Yu, many of your fans are still underages, please pay attention to me!"

"I know, who will speak swear words in front of fans." Song Yu was in a bad mood: "Why do you say Li Zhao is hotter than me?"

"Want to hear the truth or the truth?"

"What is it?"

"He was born from a poor man, and can be regarded as a star in the play."

"What's the truth?"

The agent was silent for a moment: "He played the role brilliantly, which aroused the affection of the female audience. Most importantly ... he also looks better than you."

Song Yu: "..."

Why does he ask such insults?

As night came, Yan Ting pushed open a door that he did not want to come to.

"Mr. Ting is very punctual today." Dr. Sun, who had been waiting in the room for a while, saw him in, smiled at him casually, and pointed to the lounge chair next to him: "It seems you have time to chat with me today."

Yan Ting went to the reclining chair and sat down, without speaking, the room was extremely quiet.

Seeing him not speaking, Dr. Sun didn't speak, just trying to reduce his presence in the room as much as possible. This is the least compatible of all his patients.

After some time, he noticed that the person on the lounge chair moved, and he took off the eyes on the bridge of his nose and put himself in the listener's position.

The willingness of patients to speak actively is an excellent phenomenon.

The lights in the room were warm tones, but the man on the deck chair did not relax. He was guarding him, or guarding everything in the house.

It was a long silence, and when Dr. Sun thought he couldn't speak, he spoke.

"I met someone."

"He's weird." 2k novel reading network