After the former actor was forced to open for business

Fan Yue was stunned for a while before he understood, when he heard the person on the other end of the phone sigh, and then said: "I gave you the medicine in the dressing room, have you taken it?"

Fan Yue naturally recognized Xia Jincheng's voice, but he couldn't connect it with the box of medicine at first, so his reaction was a bit slow now.

"The medicine...you put it?"

"Otherwise." Mr. Xia said in a deep voice, "Who do you think it is?"

Fan Yue couldn't tell what he guessed was about Pei Qing, and there was no need to say it, so he just laughed twice and changed the subject, "Ah, I've taken the medicine. Mr. Xia hasn't rested so late?"

"I just finished my work." The voice on the phone was indeed a bit tired, and Xia Jincheng breathed out shallowly, "Go to bed early if you are sick, and I will ask He Qiaoqiao to sort out the questions that need to be answered at tomorrow's press conference." for you."

Hearing what he said, Fan Yue seemed to want to hang up the phone, so he agreed and cheered up, "Okay."

Xia Jincheng said "Yes", "Remember to save my number."

It was discovered again...

Fan Yue smiled helplessly, agreed several times, and was able to hang up the phone.

Staring at the call records on the phone screen, Fan Yue couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

In fact, it's right to think about it, why would Pei Qing give him medicine?What's more, the two of them didn't communicate much, and Pei Qing knew that the possibility of him getting sick was not great.

On the contrary, Xia Jincheng...

He suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart, he couldn't explain clearly, it was a bit awkward.

The time displayed on the phone screen has passed zero, and He Qiaoqiao just sent over the contents of the press conference.

The most mentioned thing was his public coming out ten years ago, and the company also helped him sort out the most perfect way to respond to this matter.

Some things are unavoidable after all, Fan Yue knows this very well.

So he patiently read through those pages of questions, remembering that he almost fell asleep.

……

It was raining heavily, and the cold rain kept washing the car windows. The heavy rain curtain made it difficult to see the night outside.

"If you say it's public, then it's public, and if you say you're going to stop it, you're going to stop it. Don't you have such a bright future? You're only 20 years old! There's still a long way to go—"

Fan Yue looked at the hysterical manager sitting in front from the rearview mirror, and silently listened to him draw the final conclusion: "Fan Yue, are you crazy?"

The silence in the car was covered by the sound of rain outside, Fan Yue drooped his head, the suit on his body was still the same as when he received the award, but the collar was crumpled by him, and the tie was hanging there loosely , the whole person looked overly decadent, only the trophy in his hand was faintly shining in the darkness.

"Brother Yang," he said hoarsely, "I..."

The words got stuck in his throat and he couldn't speak for a long time. In the end, Fan Yue just said "I'm sorry" and opened the car door.

The sound of the rain was amplified in an instant, and the damp cold air rushed towards the face.

"Fan Yue, what are you doing? It's still raining outside!"

"Fan Yue—"

He opened his eyes suddenly, and there was a blurry darkness in front of him.

Fan Yue frowned, his chest heaved continuously, his throat was dry and sore, and he couldn't speak for a long time.

A slightly cold hand was suddenly pressed against his forehead, Fan Yue subconsciously hid for a moment, looking vigilantly at the side of the bed.

"Xiaoyue, it's me." He Qiaoqiao looked at him worriedly, "Are you having a nightmare again?"

When consciousness returned, Fan Yue heaved a sigh of relief, and sat up with his limp body propped up, "Sister, I'm fine."

He Qiaoqiao looked at him without saying a word, and got up to boil water to find medicine.

Fan Yue followed behind and got off the bed slowly, and walked unsteadily to the living room. He felt light and light, as if he was stepping on cotton under his feet.

In fact, he hasn't been sick for a long time, so he didn't pay much attention when he caught a cold yesterday. He fell asleep when he was tired at night. He didn't expect it to be so serious.

At this moment, He Qiaoqiao came over with a thermometer, "It's almost 39 degrees, so I quickly took the medicine. Why is it that the older you are, the less you can take care of yourself?"

Fan Yue pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled, "As you get older, it's inevitable that your resistance will decline."

As he spoke, he took the medicine from her hand, and obediently swallowed it with water.

"Still poor." He Qiaoqiao said disgustingly, and covered Fan Yue with a blanket, "You should sleep again, luckily the press conference is in the afternoon."

As she said she was going to leave, she suddenly remembered something and retreated.

"I have already wired the money my uncle asked for, so don't worry about it."

Fan Yue frowned, "Where did you get the money?"

After He Qiaoqiao got divorced, she took Xiaobao back to her natal home. She went out to find a job, and the two old people helped take care of the child at home.

Because there was a lot of trouble during the divorce, she resigned from her ex-husband He Lingrui's company, she was too lazy to entangle with disgusting people and did not ask for compensation, so her family was not rich.

But at this moment, He Qiaoqiao didn't mean to tell him, "I told you to leave it alone, get well first, so as not to faint during the press conference in the afternoon."

She left after saying that, and didn't give Fan Yue another chance to ask questions. Before she left, she only said that she would go to the company and call him when she came back later.

After the sound of closing the door, the room fell silent instantly, and Fan Yue lay on the sofa with his eyes closed, too lazy to move.

After an unknown amount of time, he vaguely heard the sound of the door opening and thought it was He Qiaoqiao's return, so he didn't open his eyes.

At twelve noon, he was finally awakened by the smell wafting from the kitchen.

After taking the medicine and sleeping a lot and sweating a lot, Fan Yue felt much more awake, and now he thought about taking a bath.

But as soon as he sat up, he heard a man's voice coming from the kitchen.

"I can't take a shower just after sweating, let's talk about it after eating."

Fan Yue turned his head suddenly, and saw a handsome guy with broad shoulders and narrow waist leaning on the door frame of the kitchen looking at him, with a pink floral apron tied around his waist.

He couldn't help being stunned for a moment, "Lin Lie? When did you come back?"

Lin Lie raised his eyebrows at him, "I heard that you are seriously ill, so I came here as soon as I got off the plane. I knocked on the door for a long time but no one answered. Fortunately, I know where your spare key is."

"..." Fan Yue rubbed his dizzy head, "When did I tell you about the spare key?"

Lin Lie rubbed his chin, and there was a little smile in his bright eyes, "Probably when I drank too much last time."

"Oh." Fan Yue stood up with pursed lips, "Are you sneaking out behind your manager's back? Don't let your brother Chen find me again, I can't stand it."

In the past, when Lin Lie was bored while practicing and writing songs, he would sneak to Fan Yue's place, bring his own drinks, and the two chatted nonsense, and there was no discernible age difference of four years.

At this moment, Lin Lie waved his hand, and turned back to the kitchen to look at the soup simmering in the pot, "He doesn't dare to bother you anymore. Aren't you covered by Mr. Xia now? He is the heir of Xia's enterprise, What an awesome character, he can't afford to provoke him."

"Tch." Fan Yue sneered, and went into the bathroom to wash his face.

I have to say that Lin Lie's cooking skills are really good. Over the years, as long as it is cooked by him, Fan Yue can't do without it.

It's quite interesting to say that Lin Lie was originally an actor, and he met Fan Yue at that time. Later, he changed careers and became a singer, and he became very popular.

But what this big singer loves most is cooking. If he has nothing to do, he will come to Fan Yue's house to cook a meal, researching a few new dishes for him to try.

Fan Yue also accepted everything according to the order, so the relationship between the two has always been very good, and it has lasted for nearly ten years.

At this moment, Chef Lin leaned on his cheeks to watch him eat, "By the way, your phone seemed to ring a few times during the meal, and I didn't have time to look at it while you were in the room."

Fan Yue frowned, got up and took out his phone.

Two missed calls and two friend requests.

The missed call was from Xia Jincheng, and the friend request came from two people, one was Mr. Xia who had a note, and the other was unknown.

"What's the matter, you look so ugly? I heard from sister Qiao that you still have work in the afternoon. "

Fan Yue nodded, but did not take his eyes off the phone, "Well, there is a press conference for an official comeback."

He passed Xia Jincheng's friend application, and was about to send a message to ask what's the matter, but the other party had already sent a message.

Xia Jincheng: "Is it still burning? The press conference can be postponed until tomorrow."

Fan Yue: "No, it's fine."

He quickly sent such a message, and suddenly felt that something was missing, so he added: "Thank you, Mr. Xia, for your concern."

This time the person sent a voice directly: "You're welcome, I'll pick you up at 01:30."

Xia Jincheng's voice is really nice, even Lin Lie, who is extremely picky about voice, couldn't help but come over.

"This voice sounds like a handsome guy." Lin Lie raised his chin at him confidently, "Brother Fan, tell me the truth."

Fan Yue glanced at him and said helplessly, "There's nothing to explain. But you guessed it right, he is indeed a handsome guy."

With that said, he sent another message.

Fan Yue: "No need, someone will take me there later."

Xia Jincheng: "He Qiaoqiao will go directly from the company in a while, who will take you?"

I don't know why, but Fan Yue just didn't want Xia Jin to come over and resisted it from the bottom of his heart.But he is the boss, and he can't speak out directly, so he can only find other reasons.

At this moment, he looked up at Lin Lie who was sitting next to him, and quickly typed a few words in the input box: "Yes, friend."

The chat window was silent for a while, and Fan Yue couldn't help frowning when he saw that it displayed "The other party is typing..." but never received the message.

Lin Lie looked at the person holding up the phone as if it was still, and couldn't help wondering. He leaned over and glanced at the name on the chat window, but found that it only showed "the other party is typing...", so he didn't want to. After reading it, sit back and wait for Fan Yue to finish talking.

The room suddenly became quiet. Fan Yue waited for a while, but did not receive any news. He thought that this must be his agreement. He was about to put down his phone and continue eating when a call interface popped up.