Seeing that Chang'an saw something wrong, he quickly got up and touched Wei Xingyao's forehead. He was startled by his hot temperature, "Wei Zhu, are you really having a fever? You're almost a roast pig."

"Don't worry, go..." Wei Xingyao was hoarse in his duck voice, feeling so uncomfortable that he couldn't even open his eyes, and he still pushed him to see Chang'an.

Seeing that Chang'an would naturally not be skeptical about a "roasted pig" at this time, he raised his soft arm, used all his strength, and half supported and half hugged Wei Xingyao from the sofa, "Can you use some force? Do you want to exhaust me? Did you do it on purpose?"

"Go away, I don't know you..." Wei Xingyao had already started talking nonsense, his entire upper body was hanging on Chang'an's body, and he couldn't move his step.

"Your uncle, Wei Zhuzhu, why do you look so thin? People say that people will die only when they die. You won't be too fast, right?"

Seeing Chang'an muttering, he sighed at the direction of the inner room door that was close to him and far away in the sky, looking down at the person whose legs were still on the sofa, and murmured to himself, "It's not that I don't let you sleep more comfortably, it's that you are too heavy, even heavier than my 200-pound fat pig. What did you eat to grow up?"

As he said that, he threw Wei Xingyao back on the sofa. Unfortunately, his head was hit by the hardwood on the sofa armrest again. Wei Xingyao frowned. Seeing Chang'an hurriedly stepped forward and held his head with his hand, rubbed him, and gently put it back. Looking at the person who was obviously longer than the sofa, he felt a little troubled for a moment.

He turned around and found a pillow and thin quilt to cover him. He pushed the shorter soft sofa next to him and put half of Wei Xingyao's exposed legs on it. Then he sat on the coffee table and picked up the medicine box. He just treated the common cold medicine. He glared at someone, got up and opened the refrigerator and took out the ice cubes, wrapped it in a towel and placed it on Wei Xingyao's head, and called the front desk to send a thermometer and antipyretic medicine. He also ordered a bowl of white rice porridge.

Seeing that Chang'an took Wei Xingyao's body temperature and saw if it was 39° or a fever, he fed him medicine and put the porridge in the microwave to wait for him to wake up and get hot. After doing everything, she turned around and left, she was worried and came over to cover Wei Xingyao with a quilt and changed the towel wrapped in ice. When she saw that Wei Xingyao's lips were red and dry, she had no choice but to put down her cell phone, sat on the edge of the sofa and dipped it in water to moisten his lips little by little.

"Thirsty..." Wei Xingyao murmured in his sleep.

Seeing Chang'an suddenly laughing, "I'm pretty smart!" After saying that, he sat in a different direction, bent down and held his head with one hand and fed him water with a spoon. As a result, when Wei Xingyao finished drinking the water, his head slid from his already sore and weak arm, which he saw Chang'an, and he slept very comfortably.

"Hey, you?" Seeing Chang'an wanted to push it away, but seeing that he was sleeping heavily and sweetly, and had a simple and innocent smile like a child, he couldn't bear it at once.

"Wei Zhutou, you really know how to pick places. I am so big, and you are the first person to use this thigh as a pillow... If you weren't sick and didn't tell my family's affairs, I wouldn't bother to care about you, so I'd burn you to death."

Seeing that although Chang'an was saying something annoying, there was a faint smile on his face and tenderness was everywhere between his eyebrows and eyes. He sat there for no reason. It was not until a crisp ringtone woke him up from his sleep. When he was confused, he saw Wei Xingyao sleeping on his thighs. He was stunned for a while before he realized what had happened. He rubbed his eyes and got his cell phone from the coffee table. He saw that it was Xuan Nian's phone number and answered in a low voice.

"Hey, Xuannian?"

Inside was Xuan Nian's somewhat anxious voice, "Chang'an, where have you been? Why didn't you see you everywhere?"

Seeing Chang'an looking down at Wei Xingyao, he lied unconsciously, "Well, I suddenly had something to do and I'm back soon."

"What's the matter? Do you want me to help? Can you do it alone?"

"Small things, small things, I'll deal with them soon. I'll find you when I come back."

"Oh, I'm not in a hurry. I just want to see you. I have to film night scenes at night, so I'm afraid I can't accompany you for a walk."

"It's okay, you film well, I'll come back to see you." Seeing Chang'an hung up the phone, he breathed a sigh of relief with some guilt, but before he could relax his breath, he heard a burst of confident joking sounds coming from below.

"You learn to cheat when you first start dating. If you don't see each other, can't you learn something good?"

Seeing Chang'an looking down, someone was looking up at her with bright and divine eyes, just like the past, the flush on his face faded away, and it seemed that it was fine.

Seeing Chang'an push away the 'pig head' and stand up from the sofa, he stepped on his thighs but felt numb and almost couldn't stand. He slowed down for a while and walked to the microwave. He heated the porridge and brought it over to the coffee table. He said coldly, "I remember to drink the porridge later. At this point, there is nothing between us. From now on, the road is facing the sky and each side will go."

Wei Xingyao sat up from the sofa, feeling a little confused as he just woke up. He looked at the porridge on the coffee table and said in confusion, "Is this what you cooked for me?"

"Do you think it's possible?" said Chang'an sarcastically, "This is specially cooked by a five-star chef for you. It will definitely not be poisonous in it. You can drink it with confidence!"

"Why do you have to take care of me?" Wei Xingyao looked at the porridge in front of him, with a sad look and a little self-sentient in his tone.

I don’t know why Wei Xingyao suddenly changed his appearance when he saw Chang'an, and the hip-hop style changed to the melancholy style?

"I said I was thanking you, you definitely won't believe it?" Seeing Chang'an smiled, "I want those waitresses who salivate you to take care of you, but I'm afraid that if you reveal your true face and destroy your beautiful image in the minds of all beauties, you have no choice but to do it."

Wei Xingyao seemed to have not heard the sarcasm in Chang'an's words, stared at the bowl of porridge and sighed, "Every time I have a fever, I want to drink a bowl of porridge made by my mother, but she never has time to make porridge for me except calling me baby. She shouldn't even know what I like to eat, what I don't like to eat, and what medicine I'm allergic to? What I know best about my food, clothing, housing and transportation is the nanny who takes care of me, but she never calls me baby, and always calls me respectfully... In fact, I want to call her mother, shouldn't mother be like this?"

Seeing that Chang'an was at a loss, he saw a crystal clear teardrop in the corner of Wei Xingyao's eyes slowly sliding down. Wei Xingyao really made her feel indifferent or joking perfunctory. It turned out that he was also a child who lacked maternal love, and it turned out that rich children were not necessarily happy.

Seeing Chang'an pull out a piece of paper and hand it to Wei Xingyao, sitting on the coffee table, looking at him and said, "I can't understand what kind of mother a woman as outstanding as your mother should be considered qualified. How can a strong woman in the mall balance the relationship between career and family? Because I am not that woman, and my mother is not that woman, I don't know how to evaluate it.

But I think my mother is definitely not a reflection of the porridge and a ray of porridge. My mother always tells me that in this world, I hope you are the most happy and peaceful, and only my mother hopes you are the one whom I am willing to exchange for with my life, how can I not love it? Wei Xingyao, no matter whether your mother knows you or whether she has made porridge for you, you are her baby. She loves you, but she just doesn't use the way you like, but that doesn't mean she doesn't love it."

Wei Xingyao silently picked up the porridge and took a sip, lowered his head, and said calmly, "No, we have no relationship anymore. After the short cooperation is over, we will not see you again. You will continue to talk about your love. I will continue my life. This bowl of porridge is delicious. Thank you! Go and find Xuannian, I hope you are happy."

Seeing Chang'an's heart stagnated, he bent down to see the expression of the person opposite him clearly, but his head was almost buried in the bowl. He paused, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth and stood up, "Okay, I wish you happiness and find true love as soon as possible, goodbye!"

Seeing Chang'an leave, Wei Xingyao slowly raised his head, chewing the sticky porridge in his mouth for a long time and was reluctant to swallow it.
Chapter completed!