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The scene became out of control, and the barrage continued for 10 minutes without stopping.

Fortunately, Chi Fei reacted quickly, and said directly, "Let's leave today, we will get together another day, everyone is tired, go to bed early."

Sui Sui comprehended quickly, and immediately answered, "Yes, yes, yes, my head hurts a little, let's get off first, Ah He and sister-in-law should also go to rest earlier."

Xiao He didn't say anything, he just turned off the live broadcast, quit YY, and immediately called Song Yi.

Song Yi answered quickly, now that he knew he dared not speak, Xiao He was so angry that he didn't pay attention to euphemism when speaking.

"Will you die if you don't shoot? You have never played a few rounds seriously after playing for so long. Do you want to honor your vow so much today? Or do you think it's fun to wear women's clothes? Song Yi, are you sick?"

He said these words directly angrily, without considering how hurtful his words were.

Song Yi held the mobile phone on the opposite side and rolled his throat a few times, his voice was two extremes compared to Xiao He's, he was not irritated by Xiao He's words, but more injured, "I think there is something wrong with playing seriously, right? In your eyes, everything I did today was to rush to fulfill the oath I made, right? Xiao He, is that how you see me?"

The more he talked to the end, the more uncomfortable he felt in his heart, even when he called out Xiao He's name, he felt that someone was stabbing his heart with a knife.

Xiao He was still furious, and asked him back, "Don't you?"

After Song Yi heard this sentence, his strength seemed to be taken away by something. He didn’t want to talk to Xiao He anymore. He always wanted to work hard to get closer to Xiao He, no matter in the game or in reality. He has put in his best efforts, but he never thought that Xiao He sees himself in this way in his heart.

Song Yi hung up the phone without the slightest hesitation. He felt tired. He could bear that in this relationship, he paid first and paid more, and he could do his best to tolerate Xiao He's small shortcomings and petty temper, but He can't bear the fact that the person he likes treats him like this from the bottom of his heart.

He turned off the phone directly, but he couldn't fall asleep when he returned to the room. He felt that there was a fire in his chest burning his internal organs, and he was so uncomfortable that he couldn't close his eyes.

Facing Song Yi's actions, Xiao He was so angry that he smashed his mobile phone. The mobile phone jumped from the floor and bounced to the door panel, making a loud noise. The entire screen was smashed to pieces on the spot, which shocked everyone in the base People don't know what happened, but they are worried.

He was really going crazy. When Song Yi said the so-called oath of wearing women's clothing today, he was a little unhappy. As far as he was concerned, he couldn't accept such a thing happening, let alone this object was Song Yi. easy.

As for Song Yi, he obviously only needed to hide as usual and wait for him and Sui Sui to solve the problem, but he insisted on trying it himself. It was so abnormal that he couldn't figure out why Song Yi would do that except for that reason.

This night seems to be very long, and the two people in different places are counting the time until the sky is bright.

Song Yi lay on the bed with his eyes open for the whole night, making himself look so bad that his eyes would feel sore and uncomfortable in the blink of an eye, but he still couldn't fall asleep, even though his eyes were so dry that he couldn't even shed physical tears , the fire in his chest was still burning, as if he would burn his internal organs to ashes before he would stop.

At eight o'clock, the alarm clock rang, reminding him that it was time to go to work. He reached out to turn off the alarm clock, supported his body and tried to get up, but without any strength, he fell back on the bed again, picked up the mobile phone on the bedside table, and pressed Turn on the machine.

Except for the unfinished phone call, there were no missed calls about Xiao He, and even the text messages were only the blizzard warning sent to him by the Meteorological Bureau.

Xiao He is indeed ruthless.

His head hurts badly, he feels pain everywhere in his body, and he can't get up. Even swallowing feels like there is a knife hidden in his throat, which hurts him sharply.

He called the partner in the studio, and the voice of his voice scared the other party.

"Ayi, what's wrong with you, Yi? Did you hurt your throat? You need to drink more water in the winter, and you need to turn on a humidifier if the room is dry." Song Yi's voice sounded like it had been ground by sandpaper. No words are spoken, which is very worrying.

Song Yi tried hard to moisten his throat with saliva, but it didn't work at all, so he could only tell the other party with difficulty, "I may not be able to go for a few days. Please take care of the studio. If the partner asks, they will say that I am sick."

Song Yi was really sick. He felt that something was wrong with his body. He touched his forehead and found that it was very hot. He was sure that he had a fever. He didn't pay attention last night and caught a cold.

The other party was very worried about his condition, "Okay, I understand, I will visit you later, you are alone at home and have no one to take care of you, you should pay attention to yourself."

Song Yien said that he didn't allow him to say more about the condition of his throat. After hanging up the phone, he struggled to get up again, found medicine for himself, and went outside to pour water with difficulty.

After taking the medicine, I didn't have much strength to go back to the room, so I could only sit down on the sofa and go back to the room after I regained some strength.

But I didn't expect that after sitting down and resting, I fell into a coma.

When I woke up, I was in the room, and all I saw was the ceiling and the bottle hanging on the clothes rail.

"Mr. Song, you woke up, but you scared us to death." Assistant Xiaoyun seemed relieved to see him wake up.

At this time, Jin Ling, who heard a voice from the room, came in with a bowl of food.

"You are awake. When Xiaoyun and I came over, you put on your pajamas and collapsed on the sofa. You almost scared us to death. Don't you know that you have a high fever? How do you take care of yourself?" Jin Ling told Song Yi used to be a classmate, but later both chose the profession of voice actor. After working in the industry for a few years and gradually becoming famous, the two partnered up to open the current studio.

Song Yi still felt uncomfortable all over, and his chest was still very uncomfortable. Just as he was about to speak, Jin Ling stopped him again, "Don't talk, I'll get you a glass of water first."

After finishing speaking, he put the bowl he was carrying on the bedside table and went out to pour water for him.

Xiaoyun kept supporting the clothes pole and showed him the hanging bottle, "Mr. Song, take care of your body. It's cold and you don't like to turn on the air conditioner, so you should play less games. It's okay to play again when it's warmer." .”

As soon as Song Yi heard the word game, his eyes changed, and he opened his mouth to ask Xiaoyun, but was interrupted by her, "Don't talk, wait until Sister Ling pours water for you to moisten your throat. "

Jin Ling came in just in time, put the water aside and helped her up, "Don't say, you're really heavy, and Xiaoyun and I spent a lot of effort today to carry you into the house. When we came, your phone kept ringing If you don’t answer, no one answered when you knocked on the door, it’s a shame you gave me the key before, otherwise the door would have to be smashed.”

Song Yi took the hot water and drank the whole cup, only to feel that his throat was moist, "Thank you, sister Ling, for saving my dog's life."

Jin Ling sighed after hearing this, "What time is this, and I still have the strength to joke around, if it wasn't for the heavy snow that might delay your condition, we would have called 120 to send you to the hospital."

Xiaoyun also said at the same time, "Yes, Mr. Song, you still have the strength to joke about such a big incident. If Sister Ling and I don't come, and you are so sick and no one finds out, I don't think the consequences will be serious." I dare not think that you live alone, and no one takes care of you. Didn’t Xiao He come over a few days ago? Why don’t you let him live, the two of you can take care of you, and it won’t make you sick to this extent."

Xiaoyun always said something, and she was really worried about Song Yi, and Song Yi couldn't say anything.

"That's right, don't you still have a little boyfriend? You shouldn't be too busy doing the live broadcast, and it doesn't matter if you ask him to come and live. The key is to have a care." Jin Ling also said.

Song Yi smiled, "Jin Ling, I have something to tell you."

Jin Ling glanced at him, and then said to Xiaoyun, "Xiaoyun, go and call Dr. He, when he comes, Ah Yi will be able to draw the needle."

Xiaoyun responded immediately, handed the clothes pole to Jin Ling, and helped them close the door when they went out.

After making the phone call, Xiaoyun stayed in the living room waiting for Dr. He to come. Looking at the heavy snow outside the window, she was a little worried that Dr. He's journey would affect Song Yi's needle drawing.

Fortunately, within four or ten minutes, Dr. He came over.

When Xiaoyun knocked on the door, she vaguely heard the conversation inside.

Jin Ling was asking him, "Have you really decided?"

Song Yi's voice was a little low, she couldn't hear it very clearly, she only heard Song Yien's voice, and didn't hear the others behind.

Doctor He touched her with his hand, and Xiaoyun finally realized it, and reached out to knock on the door.

The conversation inside was interrupted.

Song Yi still had a little potion left, and it took about 10 minutes to drip it. Dr. He showed him the current situation first, "It's no different in winter, pay attention to keep warm, drink more hot water to relieve dryness, this anti-inflammatory drug You must take it, and I will give you some more throat lozenges. Don’t overuse your throat before you get better. I heard that your throat is noble in your profession. You have to protect it yourself. You can go to my place for an injection tomorrow. .”

After talking about the dripping of the medicine, Dr. He took the needle, told him to eat something light, and then packed up and left.

Xiaoyun went to see Dr. He out, but he and Jin Ling were the only ones left in the room.

"I personally don't agree, but if you really want to do it, I will definitely do my best to help you." Jin Ling gave him the clothes pole and put it in the corner, then picked up the empty bowl on the bedside table and told him.

Song Yi thanked her, "Thank you."

Jin Ling looked at him for a while, and finally sighed, "When things go to extremes, they go against each other. Sooner or later you will suffer."

Song Yi didn't speak, just smiled at her.

"It's said that you have a good temper. I think you are stubborn. I can't control you. I'll go back first. I have to tell the partner about your sickness. When you're done, go call them to apologize. Apologize." Jin Ling was almost at the door, so she turned to him and said, "Take care of yourself."

Song Yi nodded, watching her leave, and not long after, he heard the sound of his door being closed, and the whole room was suddenly silent, only the sound of the cold wind whistling outside the window could be heard.

He leaned against the bed for a while, then picked up the phone on the bedside table and took a look.

Just like before he fell ill, no one called about Xiao He.