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After drinking the medicine Jiang Ran gave me, I drove him away, and then fell asleep.
When I woke up again, it was not as uncomfortable as before.
Then I felt a pang of hunger.
"..." I rubbed my growling stomach.
Sure enough, as soon as the heat subsides, my digestive enzymes start to kick in.
But where can I find food in the middle of the night?
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It suddenly occurred to me that I live in the presidential suite now, with its own kitchen, and maybe there are ready-made tea eggs and boxes of premium mustard.
Immediately, my blood returned, and I comforted my withered stomach, thinking that Dad will take you to live the life of a rich family.
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But when I got to the kitchen I froze.
The kitchen light was on, Jiang Ran didn't know what to do in there.
I smell corn...
It smells so good! My stomach growled out loud immediately.
Just as I was hesitating whether to go in and ask for a bite of Jiang Ran's meal, he had already turned around slowly with the pot in his hand.
! ! !
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"What a coincidence, you're here too?" I met his eyes and dodged them for a moment.
Jiang Ran narrowed his eyes: "Are you up? Are you feeling better?"
That's when I got a good look at his chick apron, paired with his vintage pajamas and chiseled face...
"Pfft—" I couldn't help laughing out loud.
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Jiang Ran also raised the corners of his mouth and smiled: "I have the strength to laugh so loudly, it seems that I have recovered from my illness."
I nodded: "It's indeed a lot better, thank you today."
"Then come over and have something to eat. I made porridge. There is too much in one pot and I can't finish it."
After finishing speaking, he filled a bowl and placed it in front of my eyes.
It turned out to be shredded pork polenta! It is also a combination of meat and vegetables!
But I still pretended to be reluctant: "It is true that the classification of garbage is legitimate. If you dispose of it directly, you will be fined. The soup is filtered into the sewer, and the rice grains are used as garbage. Since waste is shameful, why not let me solve it."
Emma, great poems, great poems.
Jiang Ran was stunned when he heard this.
How about it, literati and poets like me, who are so eloquent, are rare now, right
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He also served porridge and sat down next to me, I ate it with my head buried, Jiang Ran asked again: "Mo Shuyao, who is the little girl in your pajamas?"
Hearing this, I looked down.
The pajamas of the dead house are of course more otaku style.
"Luo Tianyi." I replied casually, seeing Jiang Ran's frowning expression, I waved my hand, "Forget it, I can't tell you."
Jiang Ran nodded thoughtfully, and changed the subject: "Go back and rest after eating, I'll tidy up here."
My god, Jiang Ran, are you a fairy
I, Mo Shu, have been drifting north for 9 years, and this is the first time I have been taken care of like this.
This... is the feeling of whoring for nothing
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After eating and drinking enough to go back to bed, I turned over happily...
Suddenly found that there seemed to be something wrong.
Whoring for nothing? ! What the hell am I thinking about
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I'm in a mess and sleepless.
It must be because my brain is burning out.
Where is my goddess? Come out and save me!
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…Suddenly found that my goddess is not so good-looking anymore, why is it swollen? Waiting online is urgent!
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On the second day, I deliberately distanced myself from Jiang Ran.
Unexpectedly, the manager was so persistent that he almost picked me up and threw me on Jiang Ran's lap as gay.
"Brother Shuyao, I heard that Jiang Ran took care of you all day yesterday, and now you are well, why don't you know how to thank him?"
I couldn't help but glance at them emotionally.
Last night, that bastard Jiang Ran took advantage of the danger and made me feel confused, yet he still wanted me to thank him?
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I kept my indifferent face and came to the set.
Today, Jiang Ran still has several fight scenes, and he still vomits blood.
I saw the blood bag made by the props group, what kind of cough syrup brown sugar water brown sugar water tomato sauce, it looks like the standard configuration of dark cuisine.
Hey, Jiang Ran, just enjoy it slowly, I will try my best to make you vomit a few more times.
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But I never expected that Jiang Ran's posture of vomiting blood is so beautiful.
Jiang Ran half-kneeled on the ground, the blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth flowed down his thin fingers, forming thin blood lines, wrapping around his finger bones and stemmed meridians.
Under the fill light, his hands have a slightly transparent jade color, with bloody embellishments, like Hetian jade.
As if it is an indecent/playable work of art in itself.
Damn it, die. Why are you so pretty.
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The director poked me with the script: "Mo Shuyao, it's your turn!"
"Oh, good." I quickly got up and rushed forward, holding Jiang Ran's shoulder.
"Hey! Are you all right, you great dancer?"
Jiang Ran looked up at me for only a second, and then he threw a sharp eye knife behind me.
"Dangerous!" Before I could react, he had already grabbed my waist and put me on the ground.
I just lay there under him.
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Jiang Ran's eyes immediately switched from sharp to gentle.
"You're too... careless."
The corner of his mouth was still bleeding, and he turned his head and coughed a few times in my ear.
"Hey, you, are you okay?"
I was brought into the scene by him for a second, and I couldn't help but pick it up.
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After finishing the last line, the director was overwhelmed with excitement: "It's amazing, Jiang Ran is worthy of being the best actor, and he can explode like this without a physical performance. I can't imagine adding a later scene."
Jiang Ran smiled and helped me up.
But when he pulled his hand away from my head, he gasped.
I just realized that when he pushed me down, he covered my head.
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Jiang Ran frowned, looked at the back of his hand, and slowly got up.
"Hey wait!" I stepped forward and grabbed his wrist, and pulled it over to see—
Jiang Ran himself was skinny and skinny, and his finger bones were rubbed against the rough ground, and his skin and flesh were immediately ripped apart.
I grabbed his scratched hand, bewildered.
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The staff immediately surrounded me and pushed me aside.
His manager howled: "Ah, Mr. Jiang, how can you hurt yourself like this! Don't you know how valuable your hands are?"
Jiang Ran lowered his head and didn't speak. I saw them pouring hydrogen peroxide into his hands.
In fact, I want to say that Jiang Ran doesn't need to protect me, and I'm not a three-year-old child who easily hurts his brain.
But I was so depressed that I couldn't say such words at all.
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I squeezed into the crowd with great effort, and stuffed a napkin into Jiang Ran's other hand: "There's still blood around my mouth, let's wipe it off first."
"Yeah." Jiang Ran raised his hand and slowly wiped the corner of his mouth.
"That," I tilted my head, "the left side is still not wiped clean."
"Oh, thank you." Jiang Ran smiled back at me, the injury on his hand seemed like floating clouds, and it didn't hurt at all.
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I took a breath, thinking that from yesterday to now, I really owe Jiang Ran a lot of favors.
After all, I am a good young man in the 21st century who knows how to repay his kindness!
But I can't help him with anything other than being able to make videos.
See how he vomits blood, or...
Well, when today is over, I will reluctantly take a look at your previous sand sculpture drama, and cut a special episode of Jiang Ran vomiting blood as a reward.
Jiang Da Actor, you are so good-looking, coupled with my peerless editing skills, your little fans will definitely lick your screen for three days and three nights!
Why don't you hurry up and thank the Lord Ron
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