Koi Cheng Jing [Entertainment]

Unfortunately, after sneezing, Lin Haiyang caught a cold the next day.

He has been exercising since he was a child, practicing martial arts, and it is windy and rainy. Like his grandfather, he has a strong body and is not easy to get sick.

But once you get sick, you will be aggressive, and you won't get better for a while.

Lin Haiyang squatted at home wrapped in a quilt, his nose was so blocked that he doubted his life, and he said in a low voice, "Brother Ji, I'm sick."

When the agent heard this, it was okay, so he hurried to the community by car, opened the door, and saw a large spring roll on the sofa, with Lin Haiyang inside, "Cold?"

Lin Haiyang was in a daze, he felt his head was full of snot, and he couldn't open his eyes, "Um..."

Seeing that he was not moving, the agent went over to have a look, put his hand on his forehead, and was startled, "You have a fever!"

Lin Haiyang didn't take it seriously, he just wanted to sleep, closed his eyes, snored, and fell asleep humming.

The manager is in a hurry. He touched Lin Haiyang's forehead with his hand just now, and the palm of his hand was hot. He must have a high fever.But now that his child is so well-known, the paparazzi are waiting to catch him. If he is photographed going in and out of the hospital, I don't know what headlines will come out tomorrow.

What kind of acute disease, infectious disease, let’s be a little more immoral, and say that you have some unspeakable disease, fanning the flames everywhere, and spreading rumors based on a blurred photo.

The manager sat next to Chunjuan and called softly, "Haiyang, Haiyang?"

Lin Haiyang was ill and felt very uncomfortable. He seldom got sick, so he felt even more uncomfortable. When he felt uncomfortable and uncomfortable, he became more courageous. He lightly kicked the manager's calf, "Don't make noise!"

The agent kicked him twice with little strength, dumbfounded, thought for a while, dialed a phone call to ask for leave from the company, poked the screen twice, and called the private doctor over, saying that he would give him an injection.

Lin Haiyang's face was flushed with heat, his eyes were closed, his eyelashes were curly and long, his mouth was pressed together uncomfortably, sweating, and muttering something, but the manager didn't hear him, so he moved closer to his mouth and heard Lin Haiyang screaming, Call Dad, call Mom.

I miss my parents. The agent originally planned to call Yang’s parents, but only to find out that the old couple went on a trip a few days ago and entrusted Lin Haiyang to him. Now they are not here.

Haiyang, it's not that brother doesn't help you, neither do I.

The manager didn't know how to take care of others. He tucked the quilt that Lin Haiyang kicked away, tucked it hard, kept tucking it, and didn't give Lin Haiyang a chance to breathe. He almost suffocated him, "Brother!"

The manager's hands stopped for a moment, he leaned over, and heard Lin Haiyang calling his brother again, as weak as a kitten, he adjusted his glasses, he couldn't remember when Lin Haiyang had a brother, why didn't he know.

Lin Haiyang was confused by fever, and kept screaming, calling from dad to mom, from mom to brother, the agent waited and waited, listened and listened, and even called the hairless ugly next door who was always barking. Gou Wangcai, who just doesn’t call Ji Ge his life and death, the angry manager went to grab his face and twisted hard, "You little bastard with no conscience!"

The doctor came wearing a white coat, but he was professional, carrying a box of tinkling tools, hurriedly pulled out a syringe from it, and asked, "Where is the patient?"

The manager pointed to the big spring rolls next to him, and the doctor's face immediately sank, "Why do you let the patient be wrapped in a quilt!"

The manager was yelled at by the bald old doctor, and he finally invited the old man, saying that he had a high fever and needed an injection in his ass.

Lin Haiyang was only wearing pajamas, shivering from the cold wind blowing in from the balcony, unable to get up on the carpet, his face was red, his nose was red, his mouth was red, and he looked very festive, like a doll in a New Year painting.

The manager hurriedly said to the doctor, "Doctor, is this high fever serious?"

"That depends on the severity of your condition." The doctor was very strict, rubbing his chin and said, "It's not easy to feel uncomfortable, but it's not like burning your brain, it's just that these two days will be more difficult... "

The manager felt relieved and said with a smile, "That's good! This person's brain is not good in the first place, if it burns out again, it will be fine."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt the bastard on the ground kick his calf, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

The doctor gave an order, and the little assistant next to him went up, trying to help Lin Haiyang onto the bed, but he couldn't lift it up, and fell down by himself, "Teacher, he is so heavy!"

The doctor glanced at him, unmoved, thinking that he was making a fuss, and then went up to grab Lin Haiyang's arm, almost falling himself, the white beard trembled, and dared not speak.

He took off his trousers and got an injection, while the manager watched from the sidelines. As soon as Lin Haiyang took off his trousers, a lump of white and tender juicy peach popped out, shaking and trembling, he almost laughed.

Sure enough, he is a tender ass man!

After the injection, Lin Haiyang blushed less intensely, the doctor and assistant had left, and the agent had a lot of things to do, so he had to leave too.

Lin Haiyang woke up a little bit, took out his mobile phone, and looked in the mirror with the front camera. He had a strange physique since he was a child, and he was prone to edema when he had a serious illness or minor disaster. Now his face is swollen like a square, which is terrible.

He tried his best to post a circle of friends to commemorate his first illness this year - no one replied, only likes, understandable, after all, maybe he didn't know what to reply.

Lin Haiyang still felt uncomfortable, his mind was still not clear, and his buttocks after the injection also hurt. He rubbed his buttocks and planned to sleep again.

Half asleep and half awake, he didn't know how long time had passed, it might have been 10 minutes, it might have been several hours, when suddenly there was a knock on the door, and after knocking a few times, he remembered that there was a doorbell, and he rang the doorbell again, calling Lin Hai Yang Zhen woke up.

It was quite bright outside, about four or five o'clock, Lin Haiyang got up from the bed with his ass pouted, stumbled, and forgot to look at the cat's eyes, so he opened the door directly, "Ling, Brother Ling...?"

In the middle of the black anti-theft door stood a tall man. He was so tall and big that he almost squeezed his head into the door frame. "Hmm."

In Lin Haiyang's slightly blurred vision, Ling Cheng's facial expression was very stiff, the corners of his mouth were pursed into a straight line, his eyebrows were raised slightly, and he looked very unhappy. He asked, "Brother Ling, what's the matter?"

"To see you," Ling Cheng frowned even tighter, and even showed a somewhat disgusted expression, "I happened to meet them."

"……them?"

Lin Haiyang couldn't turn his head around a bit, Ling Cheng took his arm and pushed him into the living room. With a movement of his body, two tightly covered men and women were revealed behind him.

Lin Haiyang was a little surprised, "Ah, Sister Ji! And..."

Ji Xiaobing saw the kid's sluggish circle of friends. It happened that the MV filming was over and he was in a free period, so he thought about taking a look at him. Let him come along.

The assistant still had the taciturn and steady look, and nodded seriously at Lin Haiyang, "Just call me the assistant."

Lin Haiyang naturally complied well, and Ji Xiaobing rolled her eyes wildly beside her: You bastard who put on airs!

Ling Yi went into the house first, and the two houses had the same type of apartment. He had been here last time, and he was quite familiar with Lin Haiyang's house. He walked around and put the sleepy Lin Haiyang on the sofa. I went to the kitchen to pour water, cut the fruit, and put it on the coffee table.

Ji Xiaobing and his assistant ignored him and were very rude. He sat down next to Lin Haiyang and poked his face, "Sleepy?"

The plate hit the table, and there was a crisp sound. Ji Xiaobing raised his eyes, Ling Yan had a sullen face, and acted like a master, and handed her a fruit plate. She didn't have any appetite now, so she waved her hand and refused, "Thank you, No……"

Before he finished speaking, Ji Xiaobing saw Ling Cheng glance at her, handed the fruit plate to Lin Haiyang, and said to him, "Eat."

Ji Xiaobing: ...? ?

Lin Haiyang didn't want to eat, wanted to sleep, closed his eyes and muttered, "I don't want to eat..."

Ji Xiaobing went to see Ling Yi, with a helpless smile on his face, touched Lin Haiyang's curly hair, and then looked at the assistant, hey, that swarthy face was full of love, and the assistant had completely fallen in love.

"Snooze for a while, and then have dinner." Ling Cheng waved at Ji Xiaobing. She didn't understand the meaning and stood up at a loss. Ling Cheng nodded her chin, lay down the dizzy Lin Haiyang, and covered it with a blanket. Layer blanket, tuck in.

Ji Xiaobing: ...Damn gay! !

Next, the three people who were still awake guarded Lin Haiyang, Ling Yi looked at the little frog, and the assistant also looked at the little frog. Only Ji Xiaobing sat elsewhere with his eyes rolled, and he had to take the assistant there, even if the assistant was dead or alive. willing.

The sky was getting dark, and it was time for dinner. Ling Yi stood up, sat down on his stiff legs, leaned his face next to Lin Haiyang, and called softly, "Haiyang?"

Lin Haiyang was snoring lightly, but was woken up by him. He was very unhappy and frowned, "What are you doing!"

Ling Cheng was murdered, but he was not angry at all, and even a little bit happy, "It's six o'clock, you have to eat. I'll go down and give you something to eat."

Lin Haiyang suddenly turned back to the light, and in his snotty mind, he recalled the countless fanfiction content of Little Green Literature City. At that moment, he immediately opened his blurry eyes, "Don't..."

Ling Yi pretended not to hear, turned around and went to the kitchen.

There was a thumping sound from behind, Ling Cheng's heart tightened, and he turned his head to look. The child wanted to get off the ground, but when he didn't pay attention, he tripped over the blanket and yelled, "I don't want to eat under you!"

Ji Xiaobing, who was talking about life with his assistant beside him: "..."

Ling Cheng, who was halfway there: "..."

Where did he dare to speak, he could only face Ji Xiaobing's sharp eyes looking at the stinky gay in embarrassment, rolled up Lin Haiyang who was still writhing, and put him back on the sofa, "Don't make trouble."

Lin Haiyang was wrapped in the quilt, giggling silly, "Four you! Round egg, round egg king!!"

Ling Cheng:?

Lin Haiyang's expression was like a day in June, and he changed as soon as he said, "Woo, why?" The corners of his mouth drooped, and the corners of his eyes drooped, so aggrieved, "It's been a long time since there was no official food? Antelope, I won't eat it, I want to eat the duiker on the prairie—"

Ling Cheng listened to his crazy talk there, silently covered the quilt a little tighter, and ran to cook the noodles.