Looking at the more than one hundred missed calls, and the messages that started out full of affection, then slowly turned into pleading, then determination, and finally vicious curses.

Kou Zijun continued to lie down. Let him die. There was nothing left in this world worth reminiscing about.

"It's a last gasp of life, but he's dying. Contact a funeral service and bury him."

Yang Xiaoli immediately picked up her cell phone and prepared to check which funeral company nearby had good service. She had never seen the funeral process before and wanted to see it for herself.

Kou Zijun immediately jumped up from his lying position. He hadn't avenged himself yet, so how could he fall down so soon?

"I think I can still salvage it."

He looked at Yan Mofei with a pleading look on his face. Yan Mofei came over and put his hand on his head. After all this trouble, the fever had subsided a lot, and he would probably be better soon.

But Kou Zijun is still too weak and covered in sweat.

Yan Mofei slapped him in disgust and made him lie down again. He took the wet tissue handed to him by Yang Xiaoli and wiped his hands, then wiped them again carefully with a tissue.

"Let's go first. We'll come back to collect his body after he's completely dead."

Kou Zijun watched Yan Mofei and the other two leave. He gritted his teeth in hatred towards Yan Mofei, but at the same time, he could not resist the weakness of his body and the effects of the medicine, and slowly fell asleep.

When I woke up again, I could already smell the fragrance of porridge.

The aroma of the porridge mixed with the aroma of meat and a faint medicinal aroma was different from the bitter medicine he had drunk before. This time, the smell alone made his stomach growl.

Yan Mofei was sitting in his room, reading a book about music.

Yang Xiaoli was scooping porridge from the casserole.

The porridge was obviously freshly cooked, and you could even hear a sizzling sound coming from the casserole.

"Boss, he's awake."

Yan Mofei glanced over here calmly, then returned his gaze to the book. He said indifferently, "Drink the porridge yourself when you wake up."

Kou Zijun touched his forehead and found that the fever had completely subsided. He rubbed his eyes again and realized that he had not mistaken the person. It was indeed Yan Mofei.

What's wrong with him today? Why is he so kind? Not only does he help him make medicine, he also helps him make medicinal porridge.

The most important thing is that there is no poison in it!

Given the relationship between him and Yan Mofei, shouldn't at least one of them have to die to end the war?

No matter what, he was hungry now, and the porridge was delicious, so he just reluctantly gave it a try.

Perhaps it was because Kou Zijun had just recovered from an illness and was very weak, or perhaps it was because he was really alone outside and couldn't help feeling lonely and uncomfortable.

He drank the fragrant porridge and was moved to tears.

I originally thought that my brother sent the fate terminator, but unexpectedly he sent the fate warmer.

Compared to Debbie's misunderstanding and cursing, and Che Gaoyuan's indifference, Yan Mofei is simply too warm.

He might just be a bit harsh in his words and do things that are irrelevant, but he's actually a very good person.

Yan Mofei raised his eyebrows and glared at Kou Zijun. "Don't give out the nice guy card so casually. He's not a nice guy at all."

Soon, Lao Song and a group of hotel staff came up with dishes, including braised pork elbow, pork tripe and chicken soup, roast duck, and boiled fish fillet...

Just the smell of each one makes your mouth water.

Kou Zijun looked at the pitiful porridge in his bowl, and then at the delicious fish and meat on the table. He had just thought that this porridge was the most delicious thing in the world, but in an instant he wanted to throw it away and stared at the dishes on the table.

Yan Moda and the other two had already sat down and started working, with no intention of recruiting him to join them.

"Brother Mo Fei, I..."

Yan Mofei put a piece of chewy pig's trotter into his mouth, swallowed it slowly, and then gave Kou Zijun a look.

"The doctor said that since you've just recovered from a serious illness, you need to eat light and easily digestible food. You can't eat these."

Kou Zijun looked at the bowl of pig stomach and chicken soup again. The plump chicken legs mixed with the rich and fragrant soup made people drool.

"This smell is too strong, you can't eat it, drink the porridge quickly."

Damn it, the little bit of gratitude in Kou Zijun's heart was instantly shattered by him.

If you don't let me eat, why don't you eat somewhere else? What's the matter with seducing him in front of him?

It was all in vain that I called you "brother" just now.

He knew Yan Mofei wasn't a good person. Who would use nettle leaves as a greeting gift? He must have been crazy just now, thinking Yan Mofei was a good person for a moment.

After eating and drinking his fill, Che Gaoyuan ran out to find a younger sister, and then returned to find Kou Zijun with satisfaction.

"Kou Zijun, the filming is about to start. Let's discuss how to force Yan Mofei to leave."

Kou Zijun tried his best to signal with his eyes, but Che Gaoyuan was too loud, so he took advantage of the good soundproofing in the hotel room and acted without restraint.

Moreover, when he just came, he went to look around outside Yan Mofei's room, and secretly listened outside the door for a long time, making sure that there was no sound inside. He guessed that the person had gone out to play again.

Thinking of this, he became even more unscrupulous and his voice became even louder.

"I wanted to teach him a lesson a couple of days ago, but I never found the chance. Now the opportunity has come. We have more scenes with him, so there are more opportunities to do something tricky."

"Here's a good idea: when we're filming, no matter how emotional he is or how well he performs, we'll all try our best to make faces at him to ruin his performance."

"But all of this must be done behind the director's back, without anyone else finding out. So we need to discuss how to coordinate."

Kou Zijun's eyes twitched when he winked at Che Gaoyuan, but he didn't react at all.

Instead, she quickly walked up to him and asked with concern, "What's wrong with your eyes? Are they uncomfortable? How about I buy you some eye drops?"

Buy your sister’s eye drops. If you want to die, don’t take me with you openly!

The bitterness of nettle leaves is enough to be eaten once, if you eat it more than once it will spoil it!

"His eye is fine, but you're not far from being in trouble."

Yan Mofei's voice came from behind. Che Gaoyuan's body froze instantly, and he turned around automatically. He saw Yan Mofei sitting in the corner reading quietly. He didn't even glance in his direction when he spoke.

Even so, he was still a devil in Che Gaoyuan's eyes.

"Is there something wrong?" Yang Xiaoli and Lao Song, who had just returned from picking up the air-shipped fruits, also fixed their eyes on Che Gaoyuan.

"Brother Zijun isn't feeling well today, so let him rest first. This brother has arrived just in time, and I have a gift for you that's perfect for you. I hope you like it."

Meeting gift!

Che Gaoyuan got goose bumps all over his body and could see his grandmother waving at him.

He was about to run, but was dragged out by Yang Xiaoli and Lao Song on the left and right, and led into Yan Mofei's room.

Even if the hotel had good sound insulation, Che Gaoyuan's screams could still be heard from inside.

Kou Zijun quietly huddled into the quilt, shivering.