Hello, My Actress Darling

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Jiang nianxue sleeps in a daze and feels that the hot water bag she is holding is getting cold. The uncomfortable feeling makes her resist and push the hot water bag away.

But it seemed that after a while, a hot hot water bag was put into her arms again. Holding the hot water bag, she felt comfortable in her stomach. But the symptoms of the cold seemed to spread, her forehead slowly became hot, and her whole body became dizzy.

Does she have a fever? If only someone could paste a fever abatement paste for her... She thought vaguely, trying to pick up her mobile phone to call Yang Qiaoxin, but now she really has no strength, so she can only give up.

But a few minutes later, a pair of cool hands on her forehead, seems to test the temperature of her forehead, soon, a fever abatement paste on her forehead.

Is there really a snail girl?

She tried to open her eyes, and suddenly saw a familiar slender figure sitting by the bed, holding a wet towel, as if ready to wipe her face.

"Mo... Chen?" Jiang nianxue spoke with difficulty. She couldn't believe her eyes.

Although she came to my aunt with a cold and fever, she was still sober at this time.

She is clearly in C City. How can Zhao Mochen be here? And help her clean her face and change the hot water bag

"Am I dreaming..." Jiang nianxue murmured.

Zhao Mochen's finger joints clearly, slowly pasted on Jiang nianxue's face, "there are still people in the dream to serve you, you want to be too beautiful."

It's Zhao Mochen himself that's right.

"Why are you here?" Jiang nianxue asked weakly.

"Yang Qiaoxin called me and said that it was very hard for you to come to the holiday." Zhao Mo Chen is silent for a while, slowly say.

"Are you crazy... What's the relationship between me and my holiday?" Jiang nianxue said hard.

"Who would hold me and let me rub my stomach every time I have dysmenorrhea?" Zhao Mo Chen asked back mercilessly.

"That was before. Now it's none of your business. You don't have to come." Jiang nianxue wants to be more tough, but fever and dysmenorrhea make her say this kind of words, all appear soft.

"Since you don't know what's good, I'll go." Zhao Mo Chen stood up indifferently.

Jiang nianxue felt a stab like pain in her heart, but she closed her eyes, covered her head with a quilt and didn't want to pay attention to him.

Somehow, her stomachache got worse. She is in bed

Curl up into a ball, and can't help but care about whether Zhao Mochen has gone or not. So repeatedly tangled, she felt her whole person was going to fall apart.

When her mood fell to the bottom, her quilt was lifted a little.

"If you let me go, I'll go. I don't have face." Zhao Mo Chen coldly finish saying, sat down again.

Jiang nianxue unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, but her face was still expressionless.

Zhao Mochen went to the kitchen and took out a bag of brown sugar from his briefcase.

With sharp eyes, Jiang nianxue suddenly recognized that this is her favorite brand of brown sugar. Her heart was full of mixed feelings. Zhao Mochen flushed a cup of brown sugar water, sat back beside the bed, and wanted to help Jiang nianxue. But Jiang nianxue pursed her lips, unwilling to lean on Zhao Mochen.

Zhao Mo Chen said coldly: "if you do this again, I don't rule out that I will feed you mouth to mouth. If you like this way, we can try it."

Jiang nianxue was startled and said, "aren't you afraid of catching a cold?"

"Don't worry, fool's cold can't infect me." Zhao Mochen said calmly.

“.…..”

Jiang nianxue finally doesn't want to really feed water mouth to mouth, so she reluctantly leans on Zhao Mochen's arms.

Zhao Mochen took the brown sugar water and handed it to Jiang nianxue. Just like before, when she had dysmenorrhea, "drink the brown sugar water first."

Jiang nianxue had to drink. Familiar with the temperature, familiar with the sweet, all her favorite. He still remembers clearly

Zhao Mochen have a fever of wet towel, slowly wipe the sweat on her face, still don't make complaints about Tucao, "it's fever and sweating, your physique is really strange."

"You will like people with strange physique like me. Mr. Zhao, you are also a wonderful flower." Jiang can't help but make complaints about it.

"Well, I am." Zhao Mo Chen calmly admitted.

Jiang nianxue couldn't answer for a moment, but she felt more headache.

Zhao Mo Chen pasted her forehead with his hand, and then stretched out his hand to help her press the temple, her nerves immediately relaxed a lot.

"Don't you have to go to the company..." she asked in a low voice.

"Tomorrow morning."

"... you are too headstrong."

"Don't worry, I know you don't want to see me now. Even if you are willful, I won't make you embarrassed." Zhao Mo Chen says lightly.

“.…..”

When Jiang nianxue is silent, Zhao Mochen reaches out her hand and begins to unbutton her pajamas.

"You, what are you doing?" Jiang nianxue called weakly. She thought that Zhao Mochen was a gentleman, but he wanted to take advantage of others' danger. She tried to push him away, but he caught her hand with one hand.

"Don't move." He whispered in her ear.

Zhao Mo Chen's voice is low and magnetic. It rings in his ears, and there is an indescribable attraction.

Jiang nianxue's heart beat a little fast.

When she was thinking about how to push Zhao Mochen away, his hand reached her abdomen and began to massage slowly.

She Leng Leng, remember, before her dysmenorrhea, he is also like this to help her rub stomach.

"Rub it for you. It'll be easier for you to come to the holiday. That's what you told me." Zhao Mo Chen said in a low voice.

"... not necessary."

"It's necessary. The last time that happened... It's my fault. I'm responsible for your poor health." He whispered.

Jiang nianxue was stunned for a moment, knowing that he was talking about the abortion a few months ago“ You don't have to blame yourself too much. I'm doing well now. " She said unnaturally.

"Is that what you want to cut off from me?" Zhao Mo Chen suddenly asked, a trace of sadness in his voice.

"I..."

"These things are proof of my connection with you. They will not disappear, and I will not allow them to disappear."

Jiang nianxue is silent.

After Zhao Mo Chen finished, patted her head gently, "sleep."

Maybe Zhao Mochen's words have magic power, maybe Zhao Mochen's embrace gives people a sense of security, and Jiang nianxue's eyelids begin to become heavy again. She closed her eyes slowly, and even the dysmenorrhea seemed to be relieved.

She had a dream. In the dream, Zhao Mochen looked at her and told her coldly that he had killed her father. She screamed that she would not forgive him. But she cried very sad again.

The dream was long and real. She finally woke up and was very glad that it was just a dream.

She sat up and found herself alone in the room, as if by herself

Zhao Mochen never showed up last night.