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The private doctor came in time, took the temperature, saw that Miao Ang had a fever of 40 degrees, and hung up the water directly, not forgetting to tell them to live in moderation, Wu Ao coughed lightly, hung his head embarrassedly, and dismissed the doctor We're in the next room.Miao Ang was sick, like a thirsty young sapling, Wu Ao asked him to drink porridge, but he didn't even bother to open his mouth, even coaxing and coaxing him to feed half a bowl.In the past, he heard that the enzymes in the stomach would be deactivated with a fever, so he wouldn’t be hungry. He still didn’t believe it. He felt that he could eat a lot of delicious food at any time. Now he has no appetite at all, so he finally believed it.

"You...are you still feeling uncomfortable...or...do you want to sleep again?" Wu Ao carefully squeezed the corner of the quilt for him, fearing that he would catch a cold.

"I heard it just now. You're leaving tomorrow, so you can't record songs with me." Miao Ang looked at him and said, because of his illness, his eyes were red, and he looked even more pitiful.

"I...yes...sorry..." Wu Ao was like a student who has done something wrong, and immediately became at a loss. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, but now he stood up and folded his hands, not knowing what to do. .

"You have to make it up to me." Miao Ang stretched out his hand to pull him back, "I have a headache and I can't sleep, can you tell me a story?"

"Okay... I... I'll find a story." After Wu Ao sat back, he stubbornly stuffed Miao Ang's hand back into the quilt, pinching the edges of the quilt neatly, leaving no gaps.He relaxed a little, and felt that reading a story was a suitable thing for him. After all, there was content in the story so he wouldn't stutter nervously.

Miao Ang took out his mobile phone, entered "Meow Meat" in the cute blog search box, handed it to him, and asked him to read it in order.Meow is the CP name of the two of them, because the last live broadcast became popular, and now their articles are coming out endlessly, and the meat comes in a variety of forms, which opened Miao Ang's horizons and made him yearn for it.

Wu Ao found out that the fans had written their story, so he read it without thinking too much.While thinking about it, he realized that something was wrong, and blushed, "Change...another story."

"I think this author's writing style is good, don't change it, why don't you read it to me." Miao Ang stretched out his hand to grab Wu Ao's clothes, but he stopped him with his backhand.

"Be careful of running the needle." Wu Ao nervously put his hand flat, worried that he would be restless, so he simply grabbed his hand, bit the bullet and continued to read the story. After reading the story intermittently for twenty minutes, he finally finished the first chapter. finished reading.

"It's over?" Miao Ang asked suspiciously, and leaned over to look at the phone, and found that it was really over, he made a tsk-tsk sound, and commented, "This fan doesn't know you, compared to last night, it's less than half. "

Wu Ao turned his gaze away from him, his neck was blushing, "I...I..."

Seeing that he was speechless after holding back for a long time, Miao Ang interrupted, "Read a few more, after you finish reading, you choose one as a script, next time I will act with you, okay?"

The film king didn't speak for a long time, and a fierce ideological struggle broke out in his heart. On the one hand, he was too thin-skinned, and he felt that he had exhausted all his energy after reading an article.In the end, he chose to continue reading. After reading three or four chapters, he picked one and excitedly wanted to tell Miao Ang that he would come like this next time, but found that he had already fallen into a deep sleep.

It just so happened that the injection was almost finished, Wu Ao called a private doctor to remove the injection, and quietly watched him sleep.

Miao Ang slept until night, and when he woke up, the fever had subsided, and he was much more energetic.Wu Ao sat on the edge of the bed watching him, it was exactly the same as the figure he remembered in his mind before going to sleep.

"So...in the future... let's change...change positions." Seeing that he woke up, Wu Ao said to him seriously.

"What do you mean?" Miao Ang suddenly became nervous, "You mean you will be zero after the incident?"

Wu Ao nodded, "I...I don't want...you...to be sick..."

Miao Ang almost jumped up from the bed, "Do you know how comfortable I am? Don't say that I have gone down the fever now, even if you make me sick for ten days in exchange for one night, I will be willing."

"You...your voice...is hoarse...it affects...it affects your singing." Wu Ao continued.

"I won't yell desperately in the future, put some mouth balls or something like that? Or prepare a few bowls of fat sea, and drink a bowl to moisten my throat every once in a while. As long as I have a heart to be zero, mountains of swords and seas of fire can be overcome." Miao Ang rebutted him excitedly.

"I...I heard... I heard..." Wu Ao looked at the phone, but said again, "I'm old...will...will loose..."

"I can exercise. I really can. There are aerobics on the Internet. They specialize in exercising there. It is guaranteed to be as tight as a day for ten years. If you don't believe me, you can check it every day." Miao Ang grabbed his hand, kissed it, and talked to him fearfully. Promise, "Please."

"Then...then we...control..." Wu Ao was persuaded by him, "once a month...once..."

"Do you want to starve me to death?" Miao Ang suddenly felt that it was getting dark, "Shouldn't this kind of thing be done every day if there are conditions, and if there are no conditions, shouldn't we create conditions to come every day?"