"Hmm."
A scorching breath hit me in the face.
Sen Luoluo's big eyes were filled with shock, tension, surprise and a little surprise.
She kissed him again!
This kiss was domineering and long, yet full of temptation. Chen Zhuochi seemed to want to get an answer from this kiss.
"Oops, I came at the wrong time!"
Suddenly, a man's voice was heard outside the door.
Sen Luoluo pushed open the sink and turned around to see a man with short hair and a stethoscope hanging around his neck standing at the door. He was wearing a white doctor's uniform, carrying a large medicine box in one hand and covering his eyes with the other.
I'm afraid that I'll get stye pricks if I see something I shouldn't.
This man was none other than the Shen family’s personal physician, He Fang.
Chen Zhuochi, who was pushed away, gradually regained consciousness. After being interrupted, he gave He Fang a sharp look.
He Fang felt the critical strike through the gaps between his fingers.
He was in a dilemma.
Isn’t it rumored that the eldest young master and the eldest young mistress of the Shen family have a disagreement? The rumor is not true.
Look at how intoxicated they are when they are kissing. They don’t even notice that someone is here and they can’t wait to stuff each other into their bodies.
It's over. The eldest young master's mood has been ruined. Can he continue to work as the Shen family's private doctor with a high salary?
"Doctor He, please come and take a look at the washing pool." Sen Luoluo waved towards He Fang.
With Sen Luoluo's help, He Fang walked into the room carrying the medicine box.
After some inspection and questioning, He Fang came to a conclusion.
Chen Zhuochi had a high fever, he deserved it.
He doesn't sleep late at night, takes a cold shower, and then takes a shower ten times. He doesn't have a fever. Where is justice?
He Fang brought some antipyretic medicine to Chen Zhuochi.
There are medicines to cure fever and colds, but there are no medicines to cure illnesses.
After He Fang left, Sen Luoluo fed Chen Zhuochi the medicine, and the heat on her face did not subside during this time.
Chen Zhuochi fell asleep again.
He could feel that the relationship between Sen Luoluo and him had changed.
So this time, he slept especially peacefully.
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The mountain behind Yan Xin’s hometown.
Chen Zhuochi and he walked on the mountain road in the back mountain.
"Brother Qing, I just came home to pay my respects to my uncle. You can come by yourself. Why don't you rest for a few more days at home and reunite with your family? Why did you have to follow me to this deep mountain forest?" Yan Xin found two wooden sticks, one for himself and one for Chen Zhuochi.
Mountain roads are difficult to walk on, especially mountain roads like theirs that have not been developed much. They are very difficult to walk on.
"What nonsense are you talking about? I, the youngest movie star in Dragon Country, came to my hometown with you. How can I treat you unfairly?" Shen Zhuoqing stepped over a stone, turned around, and stretched out his hand, "Give me your hand, I'll pull you over."
"Brother Qing, I can do it myself." Yan Xin took a step forward and stepped onto the stone.
Chen Zhuoqing withdrew his hand with a sense of loss.
"Brother Qing, how did you sleep last night? The bed in my hometown was hard, and I was worried you wouldn't be used to it."
Last night, Shen Zhuoqing returned to his hometown with him.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't understand why Shen Zhuoqing, the second son of the Shen family, the youngest movie emperor in Longguo, whose accommodation conditions were never lower than six-star standards except when he was filming, actually came back with him.
Not only did he come back, he didn't mind sleeping on a hard bed, and he didn't complain about not having a place to take a shower.
The usually glamorous actor looked shabby after staying in his hometown for one night.
Early this morning, when it was still light, he went up the mountain with me to check the cemetery.
Is this still the Chen Zhuoqing he knows?
"It's okay, just a little cold." Shen Zhuoqing replied.
"We're going back to Kyoto today, so we don't have to stay here overnight."
Originally, he should have waited three days to fill the grave before leaving, but Chen Zhuoqing was here, so he had to leave.
He was worried that Chen Zhuoqing would not be able to bear it if he continued to live here.
"Yeah." Shen Zhuoqing did not refuse.
If possible, he hoped that Yan Xin would leave immediately. The prophecy in Sen Luoluo's heart weighed on his heart like a stone.
After a brief silence, the two climbed up the back mountain.
According to the custom in Yan Xin's hometown, the son must dig the grave on the morning of the burial day.
Everyone dug the grave a day in advance, and the son just had to dig with a shovel that day.
Yan Xin's uncle has no sons, only two daughters, so Yan Xin has to do what a son should do.
After digging the soil, the two returned to the village again.
There are not many people left in the village in the mountains. Most of the young people have left, leaving only some old people who are unwilling to leave.
After Uncle Yan Xin passed away, the village became more lively and many young people returned.
When Chen Zhuoqing and Yan Xin came back, Yan Xin's cousin Yan Ying ran over, pulled Yan Xin aside, and asked in a low voice: "Xinxin, does the man who came back with you have a girlfriend?"
"No."
"You know Ali from the next village, she's attracted to your friend, do you want to introduce her to them?"
Yan Xin was so scared that his face turned purple.
He knew Ali from the next village. She was a big and strong girl. She could play Ruhua directly with a flower on her head. How could he introduce her to Chen Zhuochi?
With Chen Zhuochi's high standards, his girlfriend must be top-notch in appearance to be acceptable to him.
If you introduce Ali to him, he will skin himself alive.
Yan Xin shuddered and shook her head, "No, sister, I can't do this. Besides, my friend has a special job and doesn't have a girlfriend for the time being."
Upon hearing this, Yan Ying quit.
"How special is your friend's job? He can't even have a girlfriend? Let me tell you, I took three hundred yuan from Ali, so I have to help you."
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