Chapter 154: Kiss
She could almost imagine what he would say. Standing at this angle, she could see the scratches on the back of his neck if she lowered her head.
After making sure that he would not talk nonsense, Shen Nuo let go of his hand.
She took a tissue and roughly wiped the oil stains off his face, saying unhappily:
"Can you please stop thinking about those things?"
"I just wanted to say the noodles are getting cold."
He slowly raised his eyes to look at her and said, "What do you think I want to say?"
“…”
"You'd better be." Shen Nuo glared at him angrily.
She sat down again, quickly finished the remaining noodles in the bowl, put down her chopsticks, and curled up on the sofa next to her to watch TV.
Fu Chuji washed the dishes without complaint, and then sat down next to her.
The drama that Shen Nuo watched was the one that Meng Ziyan broadcast during the Chinese New Year. She was too busy to watch it before, but now she has time to watch it.
In the film, he plays a prince who is exiled to another country, and the plot is about how he gradually strives to become the emperor from an unloved and down-and-out prince.
His acting skills were indeed good. Shen Nuo had originally just wanted to kill time, but gradually became engrossed in watching.
“It’s so beautiful”
A lukewarm voice sounded in my ears, with a hint of sourness.
Shen Nuo raised his eyebrows: "Of course, how can I give a bad review for my own product?"
He raised his eyelids, his tone lacking emotion: "Really? Then are your praises for the plot or for the people?"
Shen Nuo blinked: "Is this important? As long as it looks good, it's fine."
He took her hand and held it in his, then continued to ask calmly: "Is it the plot that is more interesting or the person who is more beautiful?"
She couldn't help but curl the corners of her lips and said with a smile: "You look good, okay?"
He still insisted: "How about I compete with him?"
Shen Nuo shook his head and sighed: "Didn't I tell you at the beginning that if you came to Fanxing Media to be an artist, I would definitely sell everything I had to support you, but unfortunately that person's value is too high."
Now that I think about it, she was really quite shameless.
She felt her hands were a little cold, so she put them into his hands and said with a smile:
"I don't have that much money to sign you, Mr. Fu."
Fu Chuji lowered his eyes: "No money required."
"I don't dare to do that. I'm afraid the top management of the Fu Group will raise funds to kill me."
If they trick their President Fu into becoming an artist, he will be scolded to death.
After sitting and watching TV for a while, Shen Nuo turned around and wanted to talk to him, but she didn't know when he had fallen asleep.
She didn't want to wake him up, but the sofa was too narrow and uncomfortable to sleep on, so she called him twice and there was no response, so she took action.
As soon as her hand touched him, she found that he was burning hot. Shen Nuo put her hand on his forehead, and it was still burning hot.
"Fu Chuji, Fu Chuji..." She shook him a few times.
He slowly opened his eyes and saw Shen Nuo frowning at him.
"You have a fever. I'll take you to the hospital."
After she finished speaking, she stood up to change her clothes. She was still wearing her home clothes.
"Need not."
Fu Chuji sat up from the sofa. His face was abnormally red because of the fever. He pursed his lips and said, "Just take some fever-reducing medicine."
Shen Nuo originally disagreed, but he couldn't persuade him, so he could only find the medicine box, take out the thermometer and hand it to him.
He opened his mouth to say something, but was glared at by Shen Nuo.
"If your blood pressure is over 39, then just come with me to the hospital. Do you think you are made of iron?"
"It's nothing," he said.
For him, this level of fever can be overcome by enduring it. This is how he has been dealing with it for many years.
Having said that, he still took the thermometer.
"Just be tough."
Shen Nuo was rummaging through the medicine box for fever-reducing medicine again: "If you fall ill, wouldn't it be a good thing for Fu Congzhang? Seeing him so proud is more painful than me losing money. If you don't consider your own health, please consider my mental health."
"……good."
Fu Chuji handed her the thermometer. She took it and looked at it. It was 38.9.
"The temperature is really well-set." She muttered softly.
A faint smile appeared in his eyes: "So we don't have to go to the hospital, right?"
"Okay."
Shen Nuo broke off a fever-reducing pill and gave it to him according to the instructions, then handed the cup of water to him.
"Go upstairs and rest after taking the medicine."
He took the cup of water and took the medicine, thinking that was the end of it. However, he didn't expect that after returning to the room, she had no intention of leaving.
Seeing him staring at him, Shen Nuo said, "Just sleep, why are you looking at me?"
"It's getting late." His voice sounded a little hoarse due to the fever.
"oh."
Shen Nuo responded, walked to the bed and motioned him to come closer with his eyes.
Fu Chuji: ""
Shen Nuo took out his phone and flipped through a piece of news and put it in front of him:
A man living alone had a high fever and fainted in the middle of the night. He was sent to the intensive care unit because no one noticed him.
“…”
She put away her phone, lifted the quilt and lay down next to him, turning off the lights.
"Okay, go to sleep."
“…”
In the darkness, he seemed to sigh: "It's contagious."
She said confidently: "They kissed each other, if it was going to be contagious it would have been contagious long ago."
“…”
It made so much sense that he couldn't even find words to refute it.
The fever made me lose most of my thinking ability, my brain felt heavy, and I fell asleep again not long after.
When he woke up, the person beside him was gone. He only vaguely remembered that she seemed to have taken his temperature several times last night.
The fever seemed to have subsided, and the drowsy feeling faded, replaced by a dry and burning throat and a stuffy nose that made it difficult to breathe.
He took the phone and saw that it was almost eleven o'clock, and there were several messages from Shen Nuo on it.
[I called Assistant Fang and asked for leave for you. I'm going to the company first.]
[I made porridge for you. It’s in the casserole in the kitchen.]
Chen Nuo had originally considered whether to go to the company, but Fu Chuji's fever subsided in the second half of last night, and Yu Qing called her to go to Fanxing Media for the annual summary meeting.
This was supposed to happen before the New Year, but I was too busy at the time, so it was postponed until now.
Yu Qing saw her and showed a little surprise on her face: "What's wrong with you?"
She hardly slept last night, and there was a dark spot under her eyes that couldn't be completely covered even with concealer.
Shen Nuo couldn't help but stretched out her hand and yawned, with a tear hanging from the corner of her eye. She shook her head and said, "I'm fine, just a little sleepy."
Yu Qing raised an eyebrow and teased, "You look like someone has drained all your energy. It seems Fu has incredible strength."
After all, it was already known to everyone that Shen Nuo and Fu Chuji were together.
Shen Nuo, whose face was hit by the wheel of the car: "..."
Can these people please think of something nice? She originally thought Yu Qing was a serious person.
"It's not what you think." She sighed softly, but she no longer wanted to explain.
All she wanted now was to go back and have a good sleep after the meeting.
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