bookbashuk Chapter 179 Becoming Lao Deng
Chapter 179 Becoming Lao Deng
Tang Wan clenched the bag in her hand tightly, and her fingertips turned white due to nervousness.
Just now she didn't feel anything while she was in a daze, but now that she was awake, the timid feeling of wanting to know the answer finally came to her mind.
She wanted to know whether Xie Yan liked her or not, but she was afraid that Xie Yan would mention the word "be friends again".
She had clearly made all the preparations in the room, but all her preparations were still so vulnerable in front of Xie Yan.
Tang Wan took a deep breath and glanced at her cell phone. She had no extra time to waste. If she didn't go downstairs in five minutes, Brother Bai would come up and knock on her door.
Then she would only be able to find out the answer to this matter at night or forever.
She wasn't willing to give in.
Tang Wan quickly walked behind Xie Yan, looked at Xie Yan lying there, and planned to ask her own questions.
"Thank you, last night I..."
Xie Yan, who was lying on the sofa, hummed hoarsely, as if he had heard her question, or as if he was mumbling in his sleep in the early morning.
He was still wearing a T-shirt and sweatshirt, the collar of which was a little loose, revealing his slender and beautiful collarbone. His skin was milky white, but at this moment it was slightly flushed.
However, Tang Wan noticed something from his unusually red face.
Is his face too red? It looks a bit like...
Tang Wan reached out her hand to his forehead, and the scorching heat made her palm jump.
"Oh my god, why is your forehead so hot? Don't you feel anything?"
Tang Wan was almost scared to death by him. She touched it again and said firmly.
"Xie Yan, you have a fever."
The scorching temperature disrupted all of Tang Wan's plans, and the question she was about to ask was immediately thrown out of the country.
Fortunately, she always had antipyretic drugs at home. She took the medicine out of the shell while sitting next to Xie Yan and complained in a low voice.
"The temperature of your forehead is so hot that you can fry an egg on it. If I hadn't noticed, you might have been burned into a fool."
"Can't you feel that you have a fever..."
Before Tang Wan could finish her complaints, she saw Xie Yan, who was lying on the sofa, open his eyes dazedly and asked in a hoarse voice.
"Fried eggs?"
Logan: "..."
Why can't I hear anything useful, but only these food? This kind of behavior of risking one's life for food really makes her admit defeat.
"Yes, yes, come on, Boss Xie, take the medicine first, I'll go make you some fried eggs."
"How come you, who are in good health, have a fever for no apparent reason?"
Originally, Tang Wan resorted to this desperate measure just to get Xie Yan to take his medicine obediently.
Unexpectedly, he actually stared at her blankly after drinking the medicine, as if reminding her of the reality that she had just talked about frying an egg for him.
"Well," Tang Wan smiled awkwardly and took out her phone to remind Xie Yan that she was going to be late. "I have to go to the crew to film right now. Can I come back later and do it for you?"
Xie Yan didn't say anything, but just looked over quietly, his tone revealing a sorrow that was easily noticeable.
"It doesn't matter. Anyway, I couldn't get the quilt from you last night. I just had a fever because I used the air conditioner too much and ran around to take care of you at night. It has nothing to do with you."
"You go ahead and do your work. I'll take care of myself. Don't worry about my fried eggs."
"I really don't want to eat poached eggs at all."
His words and deeds showed the image of a good husband who supported his wife's career, but his pale face and weak voice made Tang Wan feel guilty.
But when she heard Xie Yan repeating the word "fried eggs" in every sentence, and the emphasis on the "fried eggs" in every sentence, Tang Wan gritted her teeth silently, and every word she said was almost squeezed out from between her teeth.
"It's okay, just wait, I'll do it for you now."
"Isn't it too much trouble? It's okay, you can go, I can do it on my own."
"No one is looking after me, and there is nothing I can do about it. After all, everyone has a job. It's ok if I can't help everyone, but I can't hold everyone back any longer."
Xie Yan blinked his eyes. His narrow and upward-looking eyes were dim and seemed to contain many complicated emotions. Before Tang Wan could explain, he lowered his eyes.
But that kind of weakness was mixed with a hint of anticipation, and the anticipation was mixed with a bit of the cheap and adoring green tea tone, which made Tang Wan's smile even more "brilliant".
"It's okay. We still have time. Xie Yan, if you want to eat, just tell me directly. Don't talk to me in this tone again."
Otherwise, she really couldn't help but want to punch him when he was weak to make him behave himself.
What kind of green tea is this? Seeing her makes me want to make him a pot of Biluochun.
"Okay," Xie Yan's expression immediately became serious. He sat on the sofa, lifted his red eyelids, and made a two gesture with force.
"yeah?"
"No," Xie Yan corrected her seriously, and expressed his request in a hoarse voice, "Two poached eggs."
Logan: "..."
If the patient is too annoying, she can give him a hammer, which shouldn't be considered abuse.
Tang Wan finished making the poached eggs and left in a hurry.
Her scenes were originally filmed late, and now that she had joined the crew, she had to stay on the ground all day, without even having time to drink a sip of water.
While eating lunch at noon, Tang Wan remembered that Xie Yan had a fever in the morning. She pinched her cell phone and finally decided to call Xie Yan.
Xie Yan's fever is more or less related to her. Isn't it normal for her to care about him now?
Unfortunately, no one answered the phone. Could it be that he is still sleeping after taking the medicine?
"Wanwan, come here for a moment. There is something that needs to be changed..."
Tang Wan put the phone in her pocket, answered and hurried over.
"I'm here, Director Meng."
Forget it, I’ll send a message to Xie Yan later.
"I say, big brother, can't you go out to eat? Why do you have to have a candlelight dinner at Tang Wan's house?"
"What's even more abominable is..."
Xu Bei threw the broom in his hand hard next to the dining table and glared angrily at Xie Yan, who looked somewhat approachable because of his fever.
Facts have proven that being approachable is all fake, and being a black-hearted capitalist is the real deal.
"What's even more abominable is, can't you find a professional housekeeper to clean up for Logan? As a company boss, I left the company's future behind to make a candlelight dinner for you. Don't you feel pain in your heart?"
Xie Yan grabbed a bag of potato chips from somewhere and shook his head when he heard that.
"No, it's very lively."
Before Xu Bei could react, Feng Anhe laughed bitterly and said, "Why do you expect something that doesn't exist?"
Looking at Xie Yan's relaxed face, Feng Anhe said seriously: "Capitalists like him may soon be hung on street lamps and become old Deng."