Chapter 69 Take Medicine When You Are Sick

Wen Shuang slept so hard these past two days that her bones felt soft.

Injured bones require rest, and he didn't take it seriously at first. But yesterday, during the autumn rain, the leaves of a sycamore tree outside the window fell down with a "rustling" sound, and the desolation was comparable to Wen Shuang's heart, because the place where his bones were broken felt a little sore, and if he bent his waist too much to move, it would hurt. So he sent a message to Yang Lian, asking him to postpone his trip. Yang Lian didn't have to work and could still get paid, so he was happy and at ease.

Wen Shuang lay in bed all day, thinking that she must recover well, otherwise how could she cooperate with Xuan Zhe in the future... When two people get along, sex is also very important!

It was sunny today, and the saplings that Wen Shuang ordered online also arrived.

Apart from the servants who came to clean every morning, only Wen Shuang and Xuan Zhe were left at Qingzhou Villa. Xuan Zhe was in the company at the moment, so the planting work had to be left to Wen Shuang.

In the previous life, Wen Shuang had helped with the trees in front of his grandfather's door, so he was considered an expert. The tool room on the first floor was fully equipped with everything. Wen Shuang was wielding the hoe and became excited while working. He felt that three or four trees were not enough. He should have planted several rows earlier! Anyway, Qingzhou Villa is so big, it would be nice to build a plum forest. When winter comes, as soon as he opens his eyes and opens the window, he can see large areas of red from the snow. It is also a great pleasure in life.

Wen Shuang placed her phone on the sofa in the living room, completely unaware of how many calls she had missed.

So when Xuanzhe arrived home three hours early, he saw Wen Shuang skillfully using a shovel to cover the soil next to the sapling.

You're asking for death... Cao Nanyu followed behind and covered his eyes in advance.

Xuanzhe recently told Wen Shuang not to move around, but he didn't keep a close eye on her. When autumn came and she couldn't plant flowers anymore, he went to plant trees.

"You..." Xuanzhe's anger rose rapidly, and his face became visibly gloomy.

Wen Shuang was not wearing gloves and his hands were covered in mud. He acted as if he didn't notice Xuan Zhe was angry. He came close to her and kissed and caressed her.

"Don't..." Xuanzhe's eyes were still full of anger, but after he said only three words, someone touched his cheek, and the touch felt great.

"Don't think..." Xuanzhe's eyes twitched, his expression was cold and frosty, and then he was kissed on the lips, the touch was even better.

Wen Shuang kissed every hard part of this face, which softened little by little. Finally, she nodded with satisfaction, "Not bad."

Xuanzhe: “…”

Cao Nanyu, who was watching the whole process, said: "..."

Xuanzhe took Wen Shuang's hand and walked inside. Wen Shuang leaned back lazily as if she had no bones, with a smile on her lips. Most of her weight was entrusted to the man, and she was not afraid that he would let go of her hand. He walked weakly, and nodded "yes, yes, yes" while listening to Xuanzhe's gentle scolding.

Wen Shuang stood in front of the sink, her back pressed against Xuan Zhe's chest, the man's hot breath right next to her cheek.

Xuanzhe washed very carefully. Wen Shuang's fingers were slender and beautiful, a little smaller than his own, and just right for holding in his palm. Perhaps because she had been outside for too long, her fingertips were slightly cold, like fine cold jade.

"Whatever you want to plant, just wait until spring and hire a craftsman. Why bother?" Xuanzhe said in a deep voice.

"It's different." Wen Shuang murmured softly, "By the way, you got off work so early today, are you going to take me out for a nice meal?"

It's because you didn't answer the phone, Xuan Zhe thought to himself. He had just come back from a business meeting and was near Qingzhou Villa, so he simply asked Cao Nanyu to drive over. But Wen Shuang's question was definitely not in vain.

"I want to eat seafood," Xuanzhe said.

"Yeah." Wen Shuang was very honest. "Back when we were in the hospital, you promised me to eat it when you got home. I haven't even seen a single hair of seafood in the past few days."

Xuanzhe was happy, "Okay, I'll take you there."

There are many seafood restaurants in City A, and Xuanzhe naturally chose the best one. The round table was filled with the most plump shrimps and crabs of the time. Wen Shuang was a qualified foodie, and she hadn't eaten seafood for a long time, so she didn't raise her head from the moment she sat down to take the first bite.

"Would you like dipping sauce for this shrimp?" Xuanzhe asked.

"Yes." Wen Shuang said vaguely: "Pour caviar on me!"

Xuanzhe slowly helped him finish the second half of the sentence: "Pour a large portion."

After Xuanzhe finished speaking, he noticed someone looking over here from the corner of his eye. There were originally three people in the group, but in the end only one came. He was a young man dressed fashionably, with a baseball cap, black sunglasses, and a scarf covering his face. It was obvious that he was an artist's standard outfit. Xuanzhe had some thoughts in his mind.

"Teacher Wen Shuang!" Zhang Zixuan was very surprised. The special guest for the previous episode of "Rising Star" had been replaced. Zhu Lian had publicly announced that Wen Shuang was unwell. Furthermore, the Weibo studio had indeed suspended all arrangements, so the production team had no choice but to cancel. Unexpectedly, the ratings dropped that day. During the recording, Zhang Zixuan occasionally glanced at the seat where Wen Shuang had sat, feeling empty and uncomfortable. He wanted to ask someone to inquire about Wen Shuang's recent situation, but he was worried about causing trouble for her. Unexpectedly, he bumped into her today!

After Zhang Zixuan finished speaking, he pulled his scarf down and took off his sunglasses. Young people are full of energy, and all their admiration and joy could not be hidden, and they hit President Xuan's minefield directly.

But regardless of how old Zhang Zixuan and Xuanzhe are, there is a huge gap between them in terms of their personalities. Even if Xuanzhe is uncomfortable, he will not show it in front of his rival.

"It's you," Wen Shuang said with a smile, "What a coincidence."

"It's quite a coincidence." Zhang Zixuan was a simple-minded person. His first time being moved, all he could see was Wen Shuang. And since President Xuan had been deliberately keeping his presence low to watch him perform, he really let go. His suppressed emotions suddenly erupted upon seeing the real person. He didn't know what he was thinking, but he felt a special connection with Wen Shuang. For a moment, his mind was filled with thoughts of "fate" and "destiny." The young man was full of energy, his eyes bright. That is, until he saw a bony hand peel a shrimp and bring it to Wen Shuang's mouth. Wen Shuang ate it quite naturally...

It was a bucket of cold water poured over his head. President Xuan knew how to use a small effort to achieve a great result and how to defeat his opponent in a time-saving and labor-saving way.

Following the hand, Zhang Zixuan finally found Xuan Zhe. It would have been fine if he hadn't looked at him, but as soon as he saw the other party's aura spreading out, he couldn't ignore it. After all, he was a young master raised in a noble family. He had a good ability to read people's expressions and realized the danger of Xuan Zhe at the first time.

Zhang Zixuan's heart sank, not because of anything else, but because Wen Shuang was too intimate with him.

As he spoke, Xuanzhe fed Wen Shuang another piece of snail meat and asked softly, "Is it too old?"

Wen Shuang chewed it twice: "No, it's quite tender."

Zhang Zixuan's voice trembled: "...this is..."

Wen Shuang looked at Xuan Zhe and saw the man lowering his head and peeling shrimps gracefully without any intention of explaining. She understood most of it. Xuan Zhe was giving him the right to speak. If he said it right or wrong, the outcome would be completely different.

Wen Shuang was very polite and introduced Zhang Zixuan: "This is my boyfriend."

"Boom--" Xuan Zhe seemed to see the tragic sight of the thunder striking the budding spring heart. It ended before it even began. This is what it means. President Xuan was in a very good mood.

"Male, male..." Zhang Zixuan repeated the word several times, his face turned pale, and he looked like he was about to cry.

Wen Shuang nodded: "Boyfriend." He was very open and honest, and there was no reason for him to hurt Xuan Zhe just to save the child's mood and face. Wen Shuang stood up and pointed to the chair next to him, "Have you eaten yet? Do you want to sit down and join us?" His tone was gentle, but it was full of the care of an elder for a younger person.

Wen Shuang's rejection was also gentler than others.

There was no room for Zhang Zixuan to sit down, so he shook his head, made up an excuse, and left in a hurry.

"Wen Shuang." After the matter was over, Xuanzhe said calmly: "Have you noticed that you have a lot of peach blossoms?"

"I am prosperous," Wen Shuang said unconvincedly, "Every time I attend a banquet, there are a lot of men and women who want to eat you. Do you think I am blind?"

Xuanzhe ignored her completely, his heart soaked in a jar of vinegar, but of course his movements of peeling the shrimp were smooth. "I'll settle the score with you when I get home tonight."

So what, Wen Shuang thought, normally I don’t have these romantic affairs but you don’t show mercy to me in bed either.

There was no other solution to the Zhang Zixuan issue except to be honest with him. Wen Shuang originally thought that after leaving the show and not seeing each other for a long time, the boy would gradually give up hope. However, his seriousness exceeded Wen Shuang's expectations. When she returned home in the evening, while Xuan Zhe was taking a shower, Wen Shuang received a WeChat blessing from Zhang Zixuan. It was obvious that the boy had carefully considered every word and his words were sincere. The hazy "I like you" was not spoken rashly, but turned into the expectation that Wen Shuang would live a happy and peaceful life for the rest of her life. It would be a lie to say that she was not moved. Wen Shuang solemnly replied "thank you" and sincerely wished him to find a good match.

Xuanzhe came out of the bathroom right after sending the message and was the first to notice the young man's guilty conscience.

"Who are you sending the message to?" Xuanzhe's eyes were sharp.

Wen Shuang thought for a moment and handed him the phone: "Take a look."

Xuanzhe took it and scanned it. Instead of being relieved, the sense of crisis in his heart deepened. If it was just a momentary illusion or simply the appearance, Xuanzhe would think it was nothing special. But the "sincerity" was frightening. He said that once the good qualities of the little quail were discovered, there would definitely be many people rushing to follow him.

Xuanzhe locked the screen and threw his phone onto the sofa. He snorted and tore off the bath towel tied around his waist, revealing that he was wearing nothing underneath.

"Ah! Hooligan!" Wen Shuang said as she covered her eyes, but the gaps between her fingers were large enough for two koi to pass through freely.

"Come." Xuanzhe said in a domineering tone: "I will brand you again."

This burning lasted for the whole night.

Wen Shuang woke up the next day with a sore back and waist from the branding. She crawled until noon before she opened her eyes under Xuanzhe's "deadly series of urgings".

But I really can't sleep. Today is the press conference for Lin Shen's new drama. Last time, Zhang Dong's press conference caused rumors because Wen Shuang didn't wear costume and didn't appear on stage with other artists. This time I have to prepare well.

So Zhu Lian often said, Wen Shuang, if you can pay as much attention to your personal news as you do to President Xuan, you will truly discover your own charm.

Stills leaked three days ago. Because the male third in the play is a gentle little milk dog character, everyone thought Wen Shuang was going to play this role. No one expected that he would actually be a killer! This is not the point. The point is why he is so handsome!

The young man in the stills is wearing black pants and black clothes, and even the background is dark like ink. Only the faint morning light in the upper left corner shines on his fair and cold face, giving people a shocking feeling of "being in darkness but with heart towards light". Fans of the original novel were not looking forward to this role at first. After all, Wen Shuang left a heavy inherent impression on people. To break this impression, a very convincing character is needed. I never thought it would come so soon.

Auntie came in the morning and had already prepared hot rice in the pot. Wen Shuang washed up and quickly swept the floor. Yang Lian just happened to arrive by car.

This was the first time that Yang Lian drove into Qingzhou Villa. Even though he was born into a prominent family, he couldn't help but feel shocked. Even the few small saplings in the open space in front of the villa looked out of tune with the surrounding layout and were a bit of an eyesore.

"Who planted it?" Yang Lian asked casually when he saw Wen Shuang coming out. Generally, people are very particular about planting trees in such a Feng Shui treasure land. These trees seemed to be planted on a spur of the moment basis. The strange thing was that Xuan Zhe actually tolerated it. Yang Lian had the answer in his mind almost as soon as he asked.

"I planted it." Wen Shuang replied, "Don't underestimate it because it's small. It will look much better when it grows up."

really.

If it were someone else, Yang Lian would definitely sneer in his heart. A sincere heart is more rare than anything else in Xuanzhe's heart. I'm afraid that before the saplings grow up, the person living here will be replaced by next spring. But Wen Shuang is different. Yang Lian suddenly thought of the day when he went to the hospital to visit Wen Shuang. Wen Shuang wanted to go to the bathroom, and Xuanzhe squatted down to put on his slippers, naturally and gently.

"Get in the car." Yang Lian collected his thoughts.

Because the new drama is about police and gangsters, it has become a breath of fresh air among the youth romance dramas. In addition, the cast is strong, and the outside world has high expectations for Tan Li. There is also Wen Shuang, a traffic star. There are more media today than at Zhang Dong's press conference that day, and fans have surrounded the door. There was no choice but to drive into the parking lot from the other side.

Tan Li's expression brightened as soon as he saw Wen Shuang, so bright that the danger radar in Wen Shuang's heart inexplicably sounded, and she always felt that there was something wrong with this person.

Tan Li liked to hang out with Wen Shuang during filming, so it was not surprising that they were standing together at this moment. They had relaxed postures and warm smiles. In fact, after hearing Tan Li's intentions, Wen Shuang even wanted to greet him.

"You are sick," Wen Shuang nodded slightly at the camera, "If you are sick, take medicine. How can I help you with this kind of thing?"

"Don't worry, if you don't help me, who will?" Tan Li continued, "I've been thinking about it all night, and I really have no other choice. I don't trust anyone else, so I'll just try to appease my mom."

"But I'm a fucking man!" Wen Shuang squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth.

"What's the big deal?" Tan Li looked Wen Shuang up and down. "The stylist I hired is amazing."

Wen Shuang snorted coldly and waved her hand: "I won't play with you anymore, bye."

"Brother! My dear brother!" Tan Li grabbed Wen Shuang's arm and made a bargaining move: "If you help me this time, I will go through fire and water for you in the future!" Seeing that Wen Shuang was unmoved, Tan Li lowered his voice: "My mother has Alzheimer's, so I lied to her this time. She has been nagging me for months, and it seems that I can't keep it secret anymore. I really can't find anyone else. Tan Tianhe is keeping a close eye on me. If I find someone close to me, I don't think it's possible. If I find someone else, he might become a bargaining chip to threaten me. But if it's you, Tan He won't be able to find you at all, and even if he does, he won't dare to do anything."

Wen Shuang didn't know what she was thinking. When she met Tan Li's sincere eyes and thought about his situation, she felt soft-hearted and nodded reluctantly.

I regretted it so much after it happened!