Jiang Chi didn't have the habit of cuddling things before sleeping, but now he doesn't know why, as long as it is Ye Lang's things, he wants to drag them under the bed.
Ye Lang's shirt, scarf, t-shirt...
When Jiang Chi went back to his cage these days, he often fished for things in his arms in a daze. If he didn't know that he could live for a long time, he suspected that he might have the guts to steal Ye Lang's few private servers. Get up and take away.
In case it is found out...
At most, he was "punished" by Ye Lang again, and it didn't hurt. Jiang Xiaoxianrou has been a little bloated recently, so he is not very scared anymore.
But the thing dragged in today is a bit embarrassing. Jiang Chi woke up and took a nap, looking at Ye Lang's belt with an imprint on his lower abdomen, and blushed.
Jiang Chi recalled it carefully, but he couldn't remember when Ye Lang left, and he didn't know if Ye Lang found out.
Hope not.
Jiang Chi thought well. When he got up to wash and tidy the quilt, he found a piece of post-it note.
"If you like this belt, I will give it to you. Remember to wear it next time you run an announcement. I'll wait and see—Ye Lang"
Jiang Chi looked at the expensive belt on the bed, which was used by Ye Lang for bad purposes yesterday, and his face burned!
It’s okay to give it to myself, and I was asked to wear it to record a show...
Whether it's because Ye Lang once wore this belt, or because of what happened last night, Jiang Chi blushed so hard that he didn't dare to look at the belt anymore. He coughed several times, and after taking two sips of water, he hesitated for a while. Only then did he put away the narrow leather belt with a delicate and flexible buckle.
Wearing this to run the announcement... I have to be on the same hands and feet, right
Jiang Chi got up late, and when he turned on the phone after breakfast, he had accumulated a lot of news. Jiang Chi replied one by one. After seeing the news from Ren Haichuan, he called Ren Haichuan.
The producer was filming, and it was inconvenient to contact the crew at any time. Jiang Chi reluctantly helped spread the word between the two sides. He was afraid that Ren Haichuan would know that he and Ye Lang were together. It's a soy sauce role, that's why I can temporarily stay here with the crew.
Ren Haichuan frowned: "What? It's not enough to make a TV series, and now I'm going to be a group performer? What did I tell you before? You..."
Jiang Chi held back his laughter, and felt like coughing a little. He took a sip of water to moisten his throat, explained in detail, and posted a "starring in friendship" note to himself: "I just happened to have nothing to do recently, so... came here."
Ren Haichuan was still dissatisfied with the boss, and after a few words, he returned to the topic and said, "I have read the script a long time ago, and I am also familiar with the screenwriter. He..."
Ren Haichuan breathed a sigh of relief and said dissatisfied: "His current book is too commercialized, and he is still suspected of selling youthful pain feelings. The details of the script are deliberately sold to cater to the market. There are a lot of useless things added. Mesa, I told him these things before, and he knew it himself, but he had to add these things in order to please investors, but even if it is a commercial film, there must be a limit, you can tell Ye Lang, if you let I will shoot, and the scripts will be changed before and after. What... When the protagonist is at his worst, the good friend came to ask him to borrow money to abort his girlfriend, and he was the first to cut the branch line! What the hell! I don’t know Whoever brought it up has the habit of having an abortion as soon as youth hurts..."
Hearing the voice, Jiang Chi could already imagine Ren Haichuan's furious look on the other end of the phone, and nodded with a suppressed smile: "I'll tell him... Of course, it's up to you."
Ren Haichuan prefers stories about little people who are struggling in the dust and have to be polished by reality time and time again. After saying something that he doesn't like, he reluctantly said a few good words, and Jiang Chi started again. Gradually adjust the state, the actual age of the protagonist is a few years younger than Jiang Chi, there are still subtle differences in mentality and demeanor, Ren Haichuan named out the titles of several books in a row, let Jiang Chi take the time to read, calm down the utilitarianism, and put the expression in his eyes Polished more pure point.
Jiang Chi memorized the title of the book carefully, and repeatedly agreed.
Ren Haichuan asked about Jiang Chi and Ye Lang's schedule again. Ye Lang's studio had carefully calculated it yesterday. Jiang Chi's side could join the team at any time, and Ye Lang's side had to wait for his "Regent" to finish at least one episode. Join the group after a month.
If it goes well, it will be able to start up in two months, and Ye Lang will be able to join the team in four months at most.
It's not a big problem after Ye Lang's role is overwhelmed. Although Ren Haichuan has always been picky about Ye Lang, he knows Ye Lang's situation best. Even if he doesn't join the group early, he can still perform well.
Grandpa enjoys the meal, there is no way.
Ren Haichuan counted his time and nodded: "Remind Ye Lang, build up the main creative team of the film crew early, don't ask me for anything."
Jiang Chi nodded hurriedly.
After chatting with Ren Haichuan, Jiang Chi contacted Anya and conveyed Ren Haichuan's meaning. Anya has a complete team to take care of these details.
After several trials, the shooting time of "Qin Sheng" was roughly set.
After talking a lot in the morning, Jiang Chi's throat became dry. After talking with several people on the phone, Jiang Chi drank another whole bottle of water.
It was too late for Ye Lang to go out to buy food, so Jiang Chi picked up the titles of a few books that he had copied on a sticky note before going out for lunch and went to a bookstore to buy books.
In order to keep warm, the air conditioner and heater were always on in the room, and the air was a bit dry, so Jiang Chi thought about bringing a humidifier back.
It rained all night last night, and the temperature difference between indoor and outdoor was huge in the cold spring weather. After leaving the gate of the guest house, Jiang Chi tightened his coat, recalling what Ye Lang said last night, after filming for a whole day, he waited to go home to warm up , My heart is sweet.
Ye Lang said "go home".
Before he came, when he and Ye Lang were on the phone, they chatted occasionally, but Ye Lang just said "go back to the room".
After coming, it becomes going home.
Jiang Chi's heart felt warm and his face was hot. After walking outside for a few hours, he touched his face and finally felt that something was wrong.
Since morning, his face has been hot.
Jiang Chi thought it was because he was thinking too much about Ye Lang at first, but in the afternoon his throat became more and more unpleasant and he realized that he might have caught a cold.
Jiangchi asked Cenwen to ask if there were any spare rooms here. He wanted to stay alone for a few days so as not to infect Ye Lang.
But alas, there wasn't a spare room either.
Cen Wen took medicine for Jiang Chi, and seeing that he was still not energetic after taking it, she thought about it, and secretly sent a message to Ye Lang, telling him that Jiang Chi was ill.
Unsurprisingly, Ye Lang finished work very early that day.
"Stay honest and want to move around when you're sick?"
Ye Lang frowned and looked at Cen Wen: "Did you take the medicine or the injection?"
"The doctor from the team came to see, and said that there is no need for an injection, it's just a cold." Cen Wen knew that Ye Lang was not happy, so she made preparations in advance, and brought the medicines prescribed by the doctor to Ye Lang to have a look at them one by one. I have already taken the medicine, which is for emergency fever reduction, and I said that if the fever exceeds 38 degrees at night, I will take it again, keep warm and drink plenty of water."
Cen Wen paused for a moment, and added: "Abstain from alcohol and spicy food, it's best not to... Well, it's best to rest more at night."
Ye Lang picked up the emergency antipyretic in Cen Wen's hand, looked at it, and nodded: "Effervescent tablets, okay, I'll make him a fever at night."
Cen Wen thought to herself that it is better not to get angry when you wake up at night, it is getting late, she handed all the medicine to Ye Lang, and left by herself.
Ye Lang raised his eyes and glanced at Jiang Chi, Jiang Chi said embarrassingly: "It's okay, the doctor said that he was rushing to catch up with the drama a few days ago, his immunity has dropped, and he was just in time to cool down... It will be fine tomorrow if you don't take medicine."
Ye Lang pinched the effervescent tablet in his hand and sneered, "Who are we?"
Jiang Chi was embarrassed: "I, I..."
Ye Lang looked at Jiang Chi's reddened face, heaved a sigh of relief, and sat on the side of the bed.
Jiang Chi rubbed against the other side of the bed without a trace.
Ye Lang frowned: "Is it on purpose? Come here."
Jiang Chi said dryly: "Contagion..."
Ye Lang laughed angrily: "What if I can't pass it on?"
Jiang Chi's voice was hoarse, and he said in a pleasant voice: "Then wait a few days to prove your innocence..."
"It's not the flu, how can it be so easy to spread?!" Ye Lang said softly, "Come here, touch your forehead."
Jiang Chi didn't move, but stretched his head towards Ye Lang.
Ye Lang touched it barely, but didn't feel anything.
Ye Lang got up, poured a cup of boiling water for Jiangchi, hung it on the bedside table, and sat on the bed again.
"Come here." Ye Lang was reluctant to speak harshly to Jiang Chi at the moment, and said softly, "I know you're uncomfortable, and I don't want to talk about you, so be more obedient."
Jiang Chi pursed his lips, feeling sour in his heart.
Ye Lang knew he was uncomfortable.
Jiang Chi is really uncomfortable, his throat is uncomfortable, his body hurts with fever, and his mind is dizzy, but he has never been squeamish, and it is common for him to film movies when he is sick. What's up.
But Ye Lang obviously took it seriously.
Jiang Chi hesitated for a while, and leaned closer to Ye Lang. Ye Lang touched Jiang Chi's forehead again, and pulled the quilt up for him: "It's still hot, I'll take my temperature again later."
Jiang Chi let out an "um" in a muffled voice.
Ye Lang felt distressed.
"Blame me." Ye Lang rubbed Jiang Chi's hair, "You've been tossing hard these two days."
Jiang Chi blushed even more when he heard the words, and he shrank into the quilt: "It has nothing to do with that..."
Ye Lang pulled the man up and teased him: "Did you see the note I left you before I left today?"
Jiang Chi blushed and nodded, and promised in a low voice: "It's put away, and I'll wear it for you to see when I make a show next time."
Ye Lang was startled and smiled.
He was actually coaxing Jiangchi to play.
But Jiang Chi believed it, no matter how much he asked, he agreed, and he had to do what he said seriously.
Ye Lang sometimes wondered if Jiang Chi was flirting with him on purpose.
Ye Lang got up, drank two sips of water to dissipate the evil fire, took out the thermometer from his suitcase, and sat back on the bedside: "It's not right to touch the forehead, let me take the temperature."
The thermometer Ye Lang took was not the usual one that Jiang Chi used in the afternoon. Jiang Chi took a look at the thermometer, not sure if it was for the armpit or the oral cavity, and raised his eyes: "Is this one for the arm?"
Ye Yingdi, who was distracted, was aroused again when he heard this. He closed his eyes and smiled: "Otherwise?"
Jiang Chi was at a loss.
Ye Lang lowered his eyes and smiled, and said in a low voice: "So I prefer to take the intestinal temperature? That's fine, I'll..."
"No, no, no..." Jiang Chi blushed, and hurriedly stuffed the thermometer under his arm, "That's... that's it."