By the late night, the medicine finally took effect. Sang Qiao drowsily fell asleep on the sofa.
Then.
He was awakened by the cold.
The sky outside was already bright.
The soundproofing of the house was not very good, and if you listened carefully, you could hear the morning symphony of the neighbor's pots and pans.
There were no signs of him having slept on the soft, fluffy bed.
Sang Qiao was wearing only loose pajamas, shivering from the cold, rubbing his eyes in confusion, and rising from the sofa like a zombie.
Next, Ah Wu sneezed a big string of sneezes.
He flipped off the sofa and walked to the bedroom in his slippers, feeling pain in his throat and head.
After brushing his teeth and washing his face in the bathroom, Sang Qiao looked at himself in the mirror hanging on the wall, which was about the size of a palm. He might've had some color due to his rising body temperature, which made his usually pale face appear healthier.
So, there was a good chance he wouldn't need as much blush for the interview today.
Overall, nitpicky Sang Qiao was quite satisfied.
So, feeling pleased with himself, he applied some lip balm to his cracked lips and changed into some passably presentable clothes.
He bought a bag of milk for 2.5 yuan and happily went to work.
Don't know if it's because of the new director or if the broadcasting platform suddenly attached great importance to this program.
In any case.
The new interview location was unexpectedly set to be at the headquarters of the platform.
The interview process was as normal and serious as it could be.
Everyone was natural, and the interview order was determined by drawing lots.
If there were any differences, it would be the economic strength gap between different entertainment companies.
For example, Sang Qiao was wearing a white shirt and jeans bought on the street.
The guy on his left was wearing the autumn collection of brand C, and the guy on his right was wearing the Qixi limited edition of brand G.
Being sandwiched in the middle, Sang Qiao quietly searched for the clothing styles of his neighbors on his phone, and quietly stopped shaking his leg.
He also took a sip of milk.
Fortunately, the interview process went smoothly.
Sang Qiao didn't drive today, so he waited outside for Xu Qiran to finish signing the contract with the platform and give him a ride home.
Xu Qiran's car was a second-hand Ford that made a cool, tractor-like sound when starting up.
From the end of the interview to signing the contract, when the two of them left the platform headquarters building, it was almost two o'clock in the afternoon.
Sang Qiao lay like a lazy fish on the passenger seat and gestured, "Turn off the air conditioner, it's freezing."
At the red light, Xu Qiran stepped on the brake, "It's thirty-five degrees outside today, young master."
Just as Xu Qiran finished speaking, he suddenly paused and looked at Sang Qiao carefully, "Are you catching a cold again?"
Sang Qiao hummed weakly, "What a cold."
Xu Qiran reached into the car compartment and found a thermometer from somewhere, and handed it to Sang Qiao, "Take your temperature and let me see it."
Sang Qiao responded, "I'm going to sleep, good night."
Xu Qiran, on the other hand, had already mastered various cold medicine use techniques for such a troublesome and disobedient artist like Sang.
Halfway there, Xu Qiran went to the pharmacy and bought some medicine.
At the entrance to the residential area, he gave the thermometer and cold medicine to Sang Qiao, "Follow the instructions and if the temperature doesn't go down, call me, and I'll take you for an IV."
Sang Qiao was extremely moved. He coughed a long string of coughs in Xu Qiran's car, striving to make every bit of air in the car contaminated with cold viruses.
Then he got out of the car, bowed to Xu Qiran through the glass, and said, "If we're brothers, we'll catch a cold together."
Xu Qiran then got out of the car, pulled up Sang Qiao's collar and made him take the medicine, then ordered some rice porridge for delivery, and left only after seeing Sang Qiao finish it.
Due to the small size of the company, almost all the artists under its umbrella were not well known, and therefore the jobs they took were all piecemeal.
In other words, there were basically no holidays.
In order to avoid deductions, Sang used his annual leave every time he caught a cold.
By cobbling together, he could barely manage to gather seven or eight instances of being sick.
The variety show shooting was scheduled for next Thursday. During this period, he wasn't very busy, so Xu Qiran helped Sang take time off, and with the single weekend off, he managed to get three days off.
Sang lounged at home and waited for death for two days.
On Sunday, he suddenly received a WeChat message.
Fruit Is Not A Raccoon: My treasure! Tomorrow at 3:30 pm! Don't forget!
Fruit Is Not A Raccoon: At the international arrival gate, don't leave, 39 baggage carousel. The remaining money will be settled tomorrow night!
Wood Not Qiao: ...Almost forgot.
Wood Not Qiao: Got it.
Medicine can be taken later, but money can't be missed.
Sang Qiao's cold always came and went slowly, and lying down for two days didn't do much.
Fortunately, with frequent colds, people form a habit. Apart from feeling a bit uncomfortable, toughing it out doesn't affect going out. Sang Qiao sluggishly climbed out of bed, straightened himself out for a while, put on his top hat, and took a car to the airport. Logically speaking, with Yi Chu's current popularity, he shouldn't be short of fans waiting for him at the airport. However, recently Yi Chu was involved in a black hot search saying that his looks only appeal to female fans, and male fans dislike his appearance. This time, finding Sang Qiao to come along was to clear up this hot search, and incidentally, to solidify his fans. Sang Qiao slept for a while on the subway, and when he finally got a bit more energetic at the airport, he followed the previously arranged position and walked not far to see the fans waiting to pick Yi Chu up. Apart from about ten guys holding up signs, most of them were pretty girls. Despite the crowd, the girls were all very polite and not noisy. Sang Qiao couldn't shout, so he just raised the prepared sign high and took a sly glance at the other guys holding up signs. The signs were all the same, they looked like they were in the same line of work. They were the kind of people who could stay in the industry for a long time. Sang Qiao, who was about to go home after this job, was extremely envious. Although there were many fans who came today, Sang Qiao still dominated other male fans with his good looks. He had just stood there with the sign for a while when a young lady lightly tapped his arm, "How long have you liked Chu Chu?" Sang Qiao made up on the spot, "For over two years." Perhaps Sang Qiao's voice sounded too miserable. The young lady looked at him a little longer, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, are you feeling unwell?" Sang Qiao smiled. The girl rummaged in her pocket and found a piece of candy, "Here, this is watermelon candy, it will make you feel better." Sang Qiao: "..." Fake fan Sang Qiao's nerve had not thickened enough to eat the candy belonging to a true fan, and he didn't know what to do for a moment. Just then, there was a commotion at the international arrivals gate. Sang Qiao hurriedly gestured to the girl, and they both looked towards the exit. As expected, Yi Chu had arrived. However, the next moment, Sang Qiao noticed that Yi Chu was not alone. Pushing through the gradually simmering crowd and the noisy voices, beside Yi Chu stood a man slightly taller than him, with a broad shoulder and narrow waist, and a lean figure. The man wore a grey suit with a black coat over it, and had no unnecessary decorations from head to toe. He still had the air of being uniquely beautiful, and clearly was not one to be disturbed by strangers. Sang Qiao even clearly sensed that when the man walked out of the arrival gate with Yi Chu, even the fan chants momentarily stopped. Sang Qiao: "..." Excuse me, I have a question. I'm at the airport, not on the plane, and my just-married husband and the celebrity I'm pursuing are walking towards me together. How can I handle this naturally? The murmurs of the girls came to Sang Qiao's ears. "Who's next to him? He's also handsome! How come he's with Chu Chu?" "Damn, you guys don't know, it's the **oss of the Fu family. Fu Xingzhou, the one who just ranked first in the financial list!" "I heard he's like Chu Chu's cousin? There's a family connection, right?" "He's really handsome... but seems very cold." "He's super cold, I have a sister in Fu's branch, and she says that their boss is so frosty that even reporters can cry." Sang Qiao: "..." Even though Sang Qiao was a bit regretful to take this job with Yi Chu now, it was too late to regret. It was not clear whether it was because of Fu Xingzhou's expressionless face throughout, but Yi Chu by his side also appeared unusually quiet, almost no extra movement except for waving to the fans. This pick-up seemed solemn and dignified. It was not like welcoming a popular celebrity, but more like receiving an important leader. The crowd flowed quietly. The requirement for this pick-up duty was to follow outside the airport, but Sang Qiao's height stood out among the girls. He stayed at the back of the line, wishing he could hide his face with the sign.
After walking a few steps, the line stopped.
Sang Qiao, poking his head out from behind the lamppost as if he were a thief.
Looking up, he happened to meet Fu Xingzhou's gaze.
Sang Qiao: "!!"
He immediately covered himself up tightly with the lamppost.
But after a while, he noticed the fans who had been quiet around him suddenly running in one direction.
In almost no time at all,
there was no one around Sang Qiao.
Sang Qiao, left behind by the harsh reality of socialism, mumbled to himself.
The distinct sound of leather shoes slowly approached from not far away.
Behind the lamppost, the sound stopped in front of Sang Qiao.
"Move away."
Fu Xingzhou said.
Sang Qiao: "......"
Mua.
At this point, wouldn't it be foolish to remove the lamppost?
Instead of moving it, Sang Qiao used the lamppost to cover his face and ran away.
He didn't care.
As long as he wasn't caught on the spot.
He would deny going to the airport to death.
Sang Qiao gathered his strength and ran for a while, eventually feeling relatively safe after passing two bathrooms, then turned and hid in the third bathroom.
Anyway, Fu Xingzhou is so busy that he won't find people soon and will leave on his own.
He sat here for two or three hours before leaving.
Of course, the airport bathroom stalls were far from as magnificent as Fu's president's office, and there was no faint scent, only the smell of cheap perfume and disinfectant.
People with a cold are not suitable for strenuous activity.
Sang Qiao gasped for breath, leaned his head against the partition board, and glanced at WeChat.
Guozi is not a raccoon: The senior fans have already paid in advance! I heard that Chuchu is taking the plane with the big boss from the Fu family this time? I heard that the big boss is super handsome and has a strong aura at the airport, seeking gossip!
Muyou Qiao: Yeah, quite handsome, and a bit scary.
Guozi is not a raccoon: please be specific!!!!!!!
Specifically, he is now sitting on the toilet thinking about the future.
Sang Qiao clicked "receive payment," put his phone in his pocket, coughed uncomfortably, and decided to take a nap first.
Patients with severe colds are often not very accurate in their self-assessment.
Just like when Sang Qiao fell asleep, he didn't know if he had fallen asleep or fainted.
It wasn't until Fu Xingzhou had someone force open the partition door.
That they saw the small figure of Sang Qiao curled up in the corner.
The airport staff were taken aback and turned to look at Fu Xingzhou's expression.
Then Fu Xingzhou personally entered the stall and carried Sang Qiao out.
Very light.
You could feel the clear bone structure when you touched him, maybe even lighter than many girls' weight.
Raven drove directly to the exit of the passage.
After waiting for a while, several security guards followed Fu Xingzhou out.
Fu Xingzhou placed Sang Qiao on the back seat and adjusted the seat back.
Seemingly hesitating for a moment, he got into the back seat and let Sang Qiao lean against him.
Fu Xingzhou: "Is there a thermometer in the car?"
Raven shook his head: "No. Boss, after getting off the high speed, I'll go buy one."
Fu Xingzhou's voice was cold as ice: "No need, go directly to the general hospital. Call the director to come over."
Raven immediately said: "Okay."
Fu Xingzhou frowned and took off his overcoat.
After thinking for a moment, he took off his suit jacket and covered Sang Qiao with it. As the car moved, Sang Qiao, who had been leaning against Fu Xingzhou's chest, slipped down a bit, showing obvious discomfort.
However, Sang Qiao was still unconscious, his face flushed abnormally, and his breath was hot. Fu Xingzhou adjusted his position, holding Sang Qiao from behind, trying to bring him closer.
However, at the moment when Fu Xingzhou's fingertips just touched Sang Qiao, Sang Qiao's whole body shook as if convulsing. Fu Xingzhou paused, speaking softly, "Qiao Qiao?"
Sang Qiao's dry, cracked lips moved slightly, as if saying something, but very briefly. Fu Xingzhou couldn't hear it clearly the first time, so he approached Sang Qiao again, saying, "Qiao Qiao, listen, say it again."
Sang Qiao pressed his lips together, stubbornly silent. Fu Xingzhou had to hug him tightly and plead, "Qiao Qiao, be good."
After some time, Sang Qiao, perhaps feeling irritated by Fu Xingzhou, or perhaps finally compromising, subconsciously shrank his body, and his pale lips parted briefly. This time, because of the close distance between them, Fu Xingzhou finally heard what Sang Qiao said.
He said, "Don't hit me."
Author's Note: Fu Xingzhou: Yes... my newly-wed wife is running a fever of 39 degrees and still wants to chase stars... I'm really... super happy...
Qiao Qiao: So, will you give me a lot of money to spend in the future? 00
This is really a hilarious and sweet story, trust me!!! I am an author who gets seasoning packets every time I buy instant noodles!!! So sweet!!!
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