Chapter 223: Previous Life (15)

Shan Qingshan scooped a spoonful of porridge.

"Let's eat."

If you have so many tricks up your sleeve, block them with food.

Zhou Chong sighed, ate his meal and drank his medicine obediently, then lay down in bed. Watching Shan Qingshan pack up his things, he couldn't help but reach out and grab his trouser leg.

"Teacher Shan, I'm cold. This hot water bottle seems... not very hot."

Zhou Chong said this and kicked the scalding hot water bottle a little further away.

She looked at Shan Qingshan hopefully, watching his fair ears and the skin on the back of his neck turn a lovely pink color.

Zhou Chong knew that he was wavering.

"Stay with me."

"I'll go wash the dishes first."

To run.

Zhou Chong refused, "Stay with me."

The force holding me back was very light and I could easily break free.

But Shan Qingshan seemed to be tied to the spot.

After a while, he said, "I know."

Only then did Zhou Chong let go of his hand with satisfaction.

The feeling of waiting for Shan Qingshan to come up on the bed was very subtle.

Excited and looking forward to it.

At this moment, Zhou Chong was extremely grateful that the rental house was not soundproof, as he could hear everything going on outside.

The sound of Shan Qingshan walking, the dripping faucet, the sound of opening and closing the refrigerator, the sound of holding clothes, and the sound of taking a bath.

I heard him turn off the water and be quiet for a long time before he came over.

He lifted the quilt and lay down beside him.

After lying there for less than three seconds, she was about to turn sideways with her back to him.

Zhou Chong quickly said: "I'm cold, the wind is coming in."

“…”

Shan Qingshan could only lie back down.

After lying down for a while, he stood up and turned off the light.

The room was plunged into darkness, with spots of light from the film and television studio cast on the walls.

The woman next door was immersed in her nightlife again.

The distance is close and the sound is extremely clear.

"Teacher Shan, can you hear it every night?"

"She doesn't every night."

"When you usually solve your own problems, do you rely on her?"

There was a subtle hint of jealousy in his voice.

"……No."

Zhou Chong was very concerned, "Can I rent a new house for you?"

The soundproofing is good and there are no such neighbors.

"No, take a rest and stop talking."

Zhou Chong closed his eyes.

Can't sleep.

Can't sleep at all.

Who would have thought that he would have to sleep in the same bed with Shan Qingshan after he fell ill?

He tilted his head and looked at Shan Qingshan beside him openly in the dim light.

I couldn't help but turn sideways and reach out for his hand.

Touch gently.

Shan Qingshan felt it the moment it came close to him.

He remained calm, allowing the hand to explore, touch, and then slowly clasp his hand.

My heartbeat seemed to have moved to the palm of my hand.

In the dark and silent night, it is impossible to be calm.

Although it wasn't raining, there was a damp and sticky feeling in the room.

The heartbeat is grinding.

Shan Qingshan couldn't help but pretend to turn over in his sleep and broke free from his hand.

Zhou Chong was frightened and afraid of being caught, so he dared not move and even held his breath.

Then he watched Shan Qingshan turn over and fall into his arms.

Not attached.

Just facing.

But it was enough to make Zhou Chong...

“Oh my god!”

The shocked voice trembled with excitement.

Shan Qingshan heard Zhou Chong calling him in a very small voice.

"Teacher Shan?"

After not getting a response from him, she slowly moved a little closer to him.

The aura from his body enveloped him like smoke.

in all directions.

"Teacher Shan?"

He called out again.

Shan Qingshan nervously clenched his hands hidden in the quilt, and immediately let go when he felt Zhou Chong touching his wrist.

Zhou Chong took his hand, placed it on his waist, then hugged his back closer and spoke softly.

"I fell asleep, too."

Shan Qingshan couldn't help but laugh secretly. Everything he had learned in the film and television city these days flashed through his mind. He reproduced it one by one and snuggled into Zhou Chong's arms.

The feeling of closeness brought him unprecedented satisfaction and joy.

He heard Zhou Chong sigh.

“It’s killing me.”

-

The next day, Zhou Chong looked at the mercury thermometer and fell into deep thought.

His body...

Why be strong when you should be weak?!

Zhou Chong wanted to smash the thermometer!

Shan Qingshan pushed the door open and came in.

"I'm going out, are you home?"

Zhou Chong hummed, rubbing the thermometer frantically in the quilt.

Shan Qingshan's gaze fell on the shaking quilt, and his expression became subtle.

frown.

It's hard to believe.

"you……"

It's hard to say.

After some hesitation, I reminded him, "You are still sick."

Zhou Chong:?

"so?"

"Don't make my quilt dirty."

Zhou Chong looked at himself, suddenly reacted, and immediately took out the thermometer.

He was not as anxious as when Zhen Huan dropped blood to identify her relatives.

"No! I'm playing this!"

"Is the fever gone?"

Zhou Chong suddenly held the thermometer tightly.

"No, I was afraid you would worry, so I was shaking my head in the bed."

Shan Qingshan: "Then have a good rest, breakfast is in the pot."

Zhou Chong snuggled in the quilt and acted coquettishly with him.

"So when will you be back?"

"At noon, I won't let you starve to death."

"Then I'll wait for you to come back."

"Um."

Because Zhou Chong was at home, Shan Qingshan stopped taking on group performances.

I helped the restaurant deliver lunch boxes for two film crews, and sat on the periphery to watch them perform and learn.

When he came out, someone stopped him.

The other person handed over a cigarette.

"Shan Qingshan, right? Can we chat?"

"No."

Shan Qingshan just walked away.

The other party stopped him again and took out his ID.

Huo Yuan.

"I'm a police officer. Your agent is Tao Guang, right? He is suspected of committing a crime. I hope you can help us obtain some strong evidence."

Shan Qingshan looked at him.

Huo Yuan: "This is not the place to talk. Let's talk somewhere else?"

Shan Qingshan and he walked to the water's edge.

"Recently, when we were investigating a smuggling case, we discovered an underground transaction in the film and television city. The big guys behind it are very cunning and slippery, so the pawns are easy to find."

"Tao Guang?"

"Yes, he often uses his artists to make connections."

Shan Qingshan thought of himself.

When I first entered the circle, I was taken to various cocktail parties.

The party was filled with smoke, and behind them were pairs of malicious eyes.

Later, he became a commodity at cocktail parties.

"I have more or less learned something about your past. To make a long story short, I hope you can be our insider. We can also help you solve your problems."

Huo Yuan handed over a card with his name on it.

"Look at you."

Shan Qingshan took a glance.

"I've memorized the number. What kind of information do you want?"

Huo Yuan was stunned.

"You agree?"

"The interests are aligned, so why not?"

"Don't you want to think about it again?"

"No, someone is waiting for me at home."