When Chen Chu realized it, Fu Yan had already pushed it away.

He raised his hand and landed on his forehead: "Sorry, I just felt a little hot, so I wanted to see if I had a fever."

Chen Chu was angry and laughed, and got up and took a look at the guest: "The way Mr. Fu sees whether he has a fever is really unique."

"It's getting late, Mr. Fu, please come back."

As soon as Chen Chu finished speaking, his wrist was suddenly locked by the man's big hand.

The next second, her palm was pressed on his forehead.

"Fu Yan!"

“I’ve had a fever.”

Chen Chu was already angry, but suddenly heard his sudden tone dragging the end tone, and he was stunned for a moment. After reacting, he raised his hand and covered Fu Yan's forehead again.

The temperature under the palm of the palm was burning, and it really seemed like a fever.

"you--"

If you have a fever, why don’t you go to the hospital?

Chen Chu looked up at him. They were standing at the door just now. The lights at the entrance were dim yellow. Fu Yan faced the light, and the warm yellow light found his face. Chen Chu only saw the color of the light and couldn't see his face clearly. So I didn't notice that his face was a little pale.

Now in the living room, the clear lights on the top made his face look blue and white, and even his lips were a little weak and frosty.

It looks... quite pitiful.

"I'll help you contact the secretary?"

"Secretary Yang's girlfriend is sick, so he asked for leave in the afternoon to go back to take care of her girlfriend."

He said, looking at Chen Chu, "I'm a little dizzy now. Don't worry about me. I'll rest here for a while. If it gets better, I'll leave."

Chen Chu bit his lip slightly, feeling that Fu Yan did it on purpose, and she was no longer soft-hearted and said directly to his words: "Okay, Mr. Fu will leave after he has rested."

After all, it is so bad for her to live in the same room.

"good."

He deserved it, so he turned around and sat back in the sofa.

But this time, he leaned directly on the back of the sofa, raised his hand to cover his forehead, closed his eyes slightly, as if he was pretending to be sleeping.

The exposed thin lips were not in a single blood color, and they looked a little pale under the light.

Chen Chu glanced at it, pressed his rare sympathy, raised his legs and walked back to the master bedroom, locking the door.

The sound of closing the door seemed particularly loud in the quiet room. When Fu Yan on the sofa heard the sound of closing the door in the master bedroom, he moved slightly.

He put down his hand, turned his head to look at the master bedroom of Chen Chu, raised his hand and touched the necklace that he had just put on not long ago, and curled his lips helplessly: "You're really so cruel?"

Chen Chu has never been a person with sympathy. After she returned to her room, she went to take a shower.

But after lying on the bed for ten minutes, she still couldn't control herself and turned on the light and got out of the bed.

Alas, she is indeed not a person with sympathy, but it is not that she is not a person.

Fu Yan's face really looked quite miserable.

Nearly an hour passed, and I don’t know if Fu Yan has left.

Chen Chu opened the door and the light in the living room was still on. She walked to the sofa, and Fu Yan was still sitting on it.

He still maintained the position before she entered the bedroom, and Chen Chu called him: "Fu Yan."

However, the person on the sofa did not respond to her.

Chen Chu frowned, walked over and patted him gently: "Fu Yan?"

Still no response.

Are you asleep or fainting?

Chen Chu couldn't judge, so he had to carefully pull his hand away, put his hand on his forehead and explored it again.
Chapter completed!