Chapter 22 Fever

   "Mo Changhuan! Didn't you say that Meng Lian's role has already been decided and you are the one! Then why Zhou Kening was notified today! The contract prepared by the company belongs to Tang Zhixi!"

  Yang Qing, who received the news early in the morning, called Mo Changhuan to the company and scolded him.

  Yang Qing hadn't made such a big fuss for a long time, and everyone who was listening to the excitement outside the office was scared away.

"I, I don't know. Yesterday, yesterday, the director was very satisfied with my performance and kept praising me, and Tang Zhixi came out after a while, and then decided on the role. I thought, I thought it was me." With tears hanging down, the voice became smaller and smaller.

"Trash! You can't even get the second female lead. You spend all your time with that producer, isn't he also an investor? What do you get except letting him put you to sleep!" Whoever got that role, Yang Qing wouldn't be so angry, but this person definitely can't be Tang Zhixi, nor Zhou Kening's artist, "I'm tired of being together all day long, and I don't know if I'm being photographed. In order to suppress the news, it's all company flowers." money public relations."

   "He, he was on a business trip yesterday, so he wasn't here." Mo Changhuan choked up.

"He is a producer, and he decides a role, does it have a lot to do with him!" Yang Qing rubbed his temples, wishing to beat her up, "Trash! I don't even know how to rely on a backer. You call him now , let him give you that role!"

"good."

   "You still want to be popular with your brain, it's just a dream! After the fact, things that can be operated secretly, now the company contract is prepared"

  Yang Qing still needs to take care of An Ting. Tang Zhixi is the person An Ting wants to support. She secretly arranged for everyone to turn a blind eye. But now, everything is on the bright side, and it's hard for An Ting to explain.

  But just relying on Mo Changhuan, definitely can't control the role change. The producer obviously didn't take her seriously, so he wouldn't have a conflict with the director and screenwriter because of her.

   "What are you still doing standing here! Go make a phone call!" Yang Qing looked at Mo Changhuan and became angry.

   "I'll go right away." Mo Changhuan ran out of the office crying.

  Yang Qing pressed his temples and calmed down for a while before picking up his mobile phone and making a call

  **

  Tang Zhixi didn't take a break after returning home. She hugged the computer on the sofa and didn't move for a long time.

  At around eight o'clock, I received a call from Zhou Kening, telling her that I passed the audition and asked her to sign the contract the day after tomorrow.

  Zhou Kening was very excited, and told her to read the script carefully for a while, let her have a good rest recently, recharge her energy, and take care of her skin.

  Although Tang Zhixi's voice was a bit cold, she answered all of them patiently.

  After hanging up the phone, I hugged the computer again and kept tapping.

   It wasn't until after three o'clock in the afternoon that she turned off the computer, went to the kitchen to drink a glass of wine, and then went back to the bedroom to take a shower and catch up on sleep.

   As a result, after five o'clock, I was woken up by the phone ringing again.

  She didn't open her eyes, and directly picked up the phone from the bedside table: "What's wrong?"

  Ye Hanzhi heard her hoarse voice, paused and asked, "Are you sleeping?"

"Um."

   "Then go to bed first." Ye Hanzhi's voice softened a little, "We'll talk about it when we wake up."

   "Are you back?" Tang Zhixi opened her eyes to check the time, her eyes were still red.

   "Yeah." Ye Hanzhi heard something wrong with her hoarse voice, "Did you catch a cold?"

"Um?"

  The curtains are drawn in the bedroom, and the room is very dark. Tang Zhixi lay on her side on the bed, covered with a quilt, only half of her face was exposed. He opened his eyes and checked the time, then closed them again.

   "Open the door for me." Ye Hanzhi heard a sound of opening the door, and said after a while, "I'm at the door."

  Tang Zhixi was silent for two seconds before answering. Standing up, he pulled a coat from the closet and put it on.

  The door opened, and Ye Hanzhi stood outside, wearing a familiar white shirt and black trousers. He glanced at Tang Zhixi who was wearing a coat over her pajamas, and then his eyes fell on her face.

   "Just arrived home?" Tang Zhixi leaned against the door, her nightgown nearly reaching her knees, with two white legs exposed underneath.

"Um."

  Ye Hanzhi looked at her red eyes and pale face, and after a while, he reached out and wanted to touch her forehead with the back of his hand.

  Tang Zhixi subconsciously hid back.

  Ye Hanzhi: "Don't move."

   Tang Zhixi stopped moving.

  Ye Hanzhi touched her forehead with his finger, it was very hot: "You have a fever."

  Tang Zhixi also raised her hand to touch it. Her hand was also very hot, and she didn't find anything. She didn't care much and said, "Maybe."

  She turned sideways to let Ye Hanzhi in, and poured herself a glass of water.

  Cold water flowed down her throat, and she felt a lot more awake.

   "Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Ye Hanzhi looked at her and drank a glass of cold water.

   "No." Tang Zhixi said, "It's okay, just get some sleep tonight. I'll change clothes and invite you out to eat."

  This attitude of not taking oneself seriously.

  Ye Hanzhi looked at her red eyes, he could feel how uncomfortable she was, and suddenly gathered his anger: "Tang Zhixi."

   Tang Zhixi, who was called by him lightly for the first time, looked up at him, a little surprised and a little confused.

  Seeing her like this, Ye Hanzhi swallowed the words that came to his lips, and then spoke in a much softer voice: "We'll talk after dinner, you come and sit down first."

   Tang Zhixi paused for two seconds, then walked slowly to the sofa and sat down.

  Ye Hanzhi sat down next to her, with a little distance: "Give me your hand."

   Tang Zhixi glanced at him, a little puzzled, but still stretched out her hand.

   is quite obedient. While thinking in his heart, Ye Hanzhi held her wrist and brought the belt to his side. Then he put her hand on his lap with the back of his hand. The other is to put a hand on her pulse.

  He will feel the pulse.

   Tang Zhixi looked at his hands, at his fingertips. His fingers are very long, thinner than ordinary boys' fingers, but they are not feminine, very delicate and beautiful.

  The sight is too explicit. Ye Hanzhi couldn't help but twitched the corner of his lower lip. He knows that when the little girl likes to look at something, she will stare at it naked.

   "Tell me the truth, what's the discomfort?" Ye Hanzhi's voice was a bit cold and oppressive when he asked this question.

  But it didn't have any effect on Tang Zhixi. Her eyes were still on his hand, and she said, "I'm not feeling uncomfortable, just sleepy. I didn't sleep well."

   "Catch a cold."

   "Oh." Tang Zhixi paused, "Can you still feel the pulse?"

   "I know a lot of things." After Ye Hanzhi finished speaking, he released his hand on her veins, interlaced his index and middle fingers and flicked lightly on her wrist, "Let's find out later."

  He called Lu Shang and asked him to bring some medicines. Then he went to the kitchen to boil water, as if he was afraid that Tang Zhixi would drink cold water, so he took the kettle from the coffee table away.

   Tang Zhixi looked at his back and touched her wrist. After a while, he gave a short laugh, then nestled on the sofa and closed his eyes.

   When Ye Hanzhi boiled the water and came out, Tang Zhixi had already fallen asleep, and slept soundly.

  A person who is usually so vigilant, he walked around and even covered her with a blanket and didn't wake up.

  Ye Hanzhi didn't call her, and just stood by and watched her.

  (end of this chapter)