My dear President, Please make a detour

The rain is pouring in tonight.

Chen Xiaoxing found Feng qianxuan in a corner of the shooting site with an umbrella.

Feng qianxuan sat under a high beam, leaning against the doorpost, and the little one curled up like a cat.

There was still a suit on her shoulder, but her skirt was wet and her bare legs were covered with water stains. At the moment, she half tilted her head and held a cigarette in her mouth.

Chen Xiaoxing looked left and right. He didn't see Si Xiuqi. He quickly took his umbrella and ran over.

"Sister Xuan, why don't you go back, Mr. Si?" Chen Xiaoxing was shivering with cold, and his words couldn't shake.

She can't imagine how Feng qianxuan stayed at the tuyere for so long.

Feng qianxuan picked up the cigarette, pressed it out, jumped down, patted her clothes, and was stunned when she caught the suit.

"I left in such a hurry that I forgot to give him my suit."

Chen Xiaoxing said with a smile, "what's the matter? Just give it to him when we meet in the future."

Feng qianxuan pulled the corners of her mouth at Chen Xiaoxing. Her eyebrows were hard to hide her fatigue and sadness.

"Go back."

Feng qianxuan took the umbrella and opened it. The long wind and rain poured over her face.

She felt the cold in her body.

"Are we going back to the hotel? I'll drive now."

"No, go home."

Feng qianxuan sighed, very light, like the wind from a butterfly.

Not long after she held her umbrella, she suddenly turned around and looked at Chen Xiaoxing.

Chen Xiaoxing was startled. The whole person didn't dare to move. She was already wondering whether there was a chainsaw murderer behind her.

"Xiao Xing, you said that some people don't like you. Won't they like you no matter how hard you try?"

"I... I don't know. I haven't been in love, but I know that feelings can't be forced."

Feng qianxuan pursed her lips and showed a pale smile. She murmured thoughtfully, "yes, feelings can't be forced."

Then Feng qianxuan turned away from talking, and Chen Xiaoxing followed closely.

Intuition told her that something must have happened. She just felt that Feng qianxuan was very vulnerable at the moment.

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It rained heavily overnight, and the next day was sunny. The sky washed by water was as blue as a mirror.

Si Zimu found that his father came back from outside last night and began to sleep. He climbed to the bed and touched his forehead.

It's hot.

The Secretary ran to the living room, found the medicine in the drawer, poured the tea and took it to the bedroom.

"Dad."

When Si Zimu saw that he ignored himself, he pushed it with his hand.

Si Xiuqi opened his eyes, which were full of red blood.

There was some doubt in his eyes. He turned his head and looked at Si Zimu.

He still remembered that he seemed to have finished talking with Feng qianxuan last night and went to have some wine. He forgot how to go home.

"Take the medicine." Si Zimu handed it over.

He looked at the medicine and stood up with his head in his hand, with a trace of pain on his face.

Headache.

After taking the medicine, he leaned against the pillow and saw that Si Zimu obediently put the tea cup on the table and ran out. After waiting for a while, he took a wet towel.

Pointing to his forehead, pointing to his forehead: "put it on."

Si Xiuqi nodded and put it on. In fact, whether to put it on or not is the same thing. After all, he has taken antipyretic drugs.

Originally thought he could finally be quiet, Si Zimu stepped into bed with long legs and looked at him with a dignified face.

Si Xiuqi felt that he was watched by the small prey and smiled, "what are you doing?"

"What's the matter with you?"

Si Zimu asked with a small face.

I came back last night. I'm afraid you're surprised.

Although he is young, he is still very clear about things at home.

No matter how hard it was, he carried him alone.

Since he came back, life has gradually improved. He doesn't seem happy.

"I'm fine."

A pair of big hands stroked the top of his hair. Si Xiuqi whispered, "don't worry."

"You're not happy." Si Zimu pointed to his face. "You're not happy."

"Fever, headache, how can I be happy?"

Si Zi Mu's face shows doubt. Is that so? But he was unhappy when he came back last night.

What you said is clearly not a thing.

Si Zi Mu's small face was angry and covered with a layer of shame.

"My head hurts. I'm going to bed."

Si Xiuqi simply lied down to sleep with his head covered.

Si Zimu took vent and patted on the quilt. He could only let him rest quietly.

After Si Zimu left, Si Xiuqi's look gradually condensed.

When I think about why I'm unhappy, my head hurts even more.

Illness comes like a mountain.

Si Xiuqi has been ill for a week, but the company is busy and he doesn't have time to continue to spend at home.

During this period, Si Zimu's u family endorsement was also promoted. For a time, the little guy was popular at home and abroad, known as the "national son". The * * * opened by the company for him, and his fans were growing rapidly at the rate of millions a day.

At the same time, the little guy's high cold made people feel like Su at a young age, so everyone began to play the cultivation game.

At the same time, the sales of U's children's clothes have increased by three points this year.

Si Zimu's plasticity is also well known in the circle. Investors and companies are scrambling to sign a contract with him.

For a time, V's entertainment company, the two most popular stars, one irreplaceable Feng qianxuan, and the other is the new star, little boy star and Sima mu.

Si Zimu's popularity naturally caused Si Xiuqi to catch fire. Si Xiuqi's arrival at the company this time obviously made everyone's heart go up to another level.

When we had lunch at noon, Si Xiuqi's table had already put the love Bento sent by many female colleagues.

"It seems that Mr. Si is really popular with women."

Si Xiuqi looked up and saw a slender woman standing at the door. Her hair was tied neatly and her face was a little indifferent.

Ali came in and sat down at him.

"It's Zimu. What's the matter?"

"You should know who I'm here for?"

Si Xiuqi stopped his pen and stood up: "need coffee?"

"No." Ali smiled. "I didn't expect that Mr. Si is also a deserter of love."

"She asked you to come?" Si Xiuqi looked at her.

"She had a fever and was hospitalized for a week. Now she's still confused. How could she let me come here and tell you these messy things." Ali sneered: "I really didn't like you at first, but now I find I really hate you."

"Finished?" Si Xiuqi's face remained unchanged.

Ali was stunned and smiled again: "you are really mean."

"I still have a job, so I won't give it away."

Si Xiuqi sat down and looked through the documents.

Ali stood up and kicked off the bench, "in the Central Hospital, if you don't go, I believe Feng qianxuan won't paste upside down."