After the fake drama with the big guy was really done, it became popular

Chapter 56

Fu Zhoushan threw the restless child on the bed, looking at his misty eyes and blushing cheeks, a strange feeling flashed in his heart.

Putting his cheek on Matsutake's forehead, he frowned slightly and asked, "Why is it so hot?"

Matsutake gave a suspicious "hmm", touched his forehead obediently, and looked at Fu Zhoushan with a dazed and innocent look.

Seeing Fu Zhoushan rummaging through boxes and cabinets to find a thermometer, Matsutake turned over, lay down on the bed and looked at him quietly, a little listless, and said listlessly: "Husband, it's okay. My body temperature is usually a little high, which is normal. .”

"I don't know if your temperature is high or not?" Fu Zhoushan blocked his words, took out the thermometer from the bottom drawer, sterilized it, and put the matsutake under his arm.

Fu Zhoushan sat next to Matsutake, took him into his arms, and waited with him for the 5 minutes of temperature measurement to pass slowly.

"Husband." Matsutake leaned into his arms and called softly.

"Ok?"

"Why are they targeting me like this..." Matsutake's voice was muffled, the air pressure in his body was very low after returning from the audition, but it was not easy to show it in front of Jane, otherwise Jane would feel even more guilty.

"Because my baby is so good." Fu Zhoushan turned Matsutake's face to face him, and said in a low voice, "You don't need to blame yourself for other people's mistakes, you know?"

"Why did you ignore me before that?" Matsutake stared at him with clear eyes, "Did I do something wrong? If it's my fault, my husband can tell me, okay?"

Fu Zhoushan didn't expect that his purpose was to ask this, and he was a little speechless for a while, and at the same time, he felt a sense of pride that his own child had grown up.

The two just stared at each other, and the surroundings were extremely quiet, as if there was only this corner left in the world, only the two of them.

They were close together, and they could feel each other's warmth through the thin clothes, but the two equally hot hearts seemed to be drifting away.

As soon as Matsutake raised his head, Fu Zhoushan's hot breath brushed his face, his warm and hazy eyes were full of people in front of him because of the fever, and he waited quietly for Fu Zhoushan to give him an explanation.

The hourglass of time seems to be frozen, and it seems that a long time has passed.

In the end, Fu Zhoushan looked away as if evading, glanced at the time, and changed the topic in time: "It's time, take out the thermometer."

Matsutake lowered his head and let out a soft "hmm".

Fu Zhoushan didn't want to say anything, and he didn't want to force him to ask, so he sat up straight and took out the thermometer.

38°C, sure enough, I had a fever.

Matsutake burrowed into Fu Zhoushan's arms, as if he wanted to curl himself up into a ball: "Maybe I caught a cold before."

The two looked at each other, and they simultaneously remembered how Matsutake caught a cold.

"Go, go to the hospital." Fu Zhoushan pulled matsutake out of his arms, wrapped him in a quilt, and was about to go out with him in his arms.

Matsutake struggled in his arms: "Honey, you don't need to go to the hospital, I'll just take a fever-reducing medicine."

Fu Zhoushan lowered his eyes and looked at him quietly for a few seconds.

"Tossing back and forth is easier to catch cold." Matsutake tried to convince him.

"Okay." Fu Zhoushan compromised, put the person back on the bed, and searched out the antipyretics again.

Let matsutake sit up and take the medicine with warm water.

The person whose face was blushing was wrapped tightly in a quilt, and the temperature of the air conditioner was turned up.

Seeing all this, Matsutake was moved by Fu Zhoushan's thoughtfulness.

I thought proudly: no matter what, Fu Zhoushan's love for him is not fake.

Fu Zhoushan bent down, kissed his hot forehead lightly, and tucked him in the quilt: "Go to sleep, wake up and it will be fine."

The magnetic sound slowly flowed into Matsutake's ears, and he felt his whole body go numb.

Only a pair of eyes were exposed from under the quilt, and he nodded slightly towards Fu Zhoushan, watching his leaving back, his heart was full.

Maybe love is like this.

Worrying about gains and losses for him, she can't wait to reveal all his secrets, but also can't bear to make him sad.

Matsutake buried his face in the quilt. He was very tired after a busy day, and he had no energy because of the fever. Now lying on the bed made him relax, and finally felt a lot more comfortable.

I fell asleep unconsciously.

Maybe because of the fever, Matsutake didn't sleep well this time.

In the dream, he returned to the small apartment he rented. The apartment was tidy, and there was a string of orange colored lights on the wall, with white feathers in between, which looked very dreamy.

It looks good, but Matsutake is used to living in villas, so it feels a bit cramped.

Matsutake came out of the room.

I saw Fu Zhoushan sitting on the sofa, crossing his legs comfortably, with a lighted cigarette between his fingers.

Matsutake frowned slightly, wanted to hug him from behind, and pinched his cigarette by the way.

However, not only did he not do this in the dream, but when his eyes touched Fu Zhoushan's back, his whole body trembled.

Matsutake was stunned for a moment, he saw himself dawdling beside the sofa, his slow steps full of hesitation and reluctance.

Fu Zhoushan raised his eyelids and glanced at him, but there was no familiar tenderness and affection in Matsutake's eyes, which were no different from Fu Zhoushan's eyes when he looked at others.

I saw that he didn't even change his posture, and ordered lightly: "Why are you standing there, come here."

Matsutake dawdled past again, sat beside Fu Zhoushan, and was pulled into his arms by him.

A burst of indescribable tension and panic came from the bottom of Matsutake's heart, and Matsutake was taken aback for a moment, only to realize that it was brought to him by himself in the dream.

Fu Zhoushan looked at him condescendingly, smoothed out the hair on the temples with his slender fingers, moved down his jaw, raised his chin, and said coldly: "Are you so afraid of me?"

"Mr. Fu Zhoushan, please respect yourself." When Matsutake heard himself say, there was an imperceptible tremor in his tone.

Fu Zhoushan in the dream chuckled and let him go: "Be good, I won't do anything to you."

After speaking, he got up and left.

He didn't even change his clothes, and just sat on the sofa for a while, as if coming to him was just a perfunctory formality, sloppy to deal with errands.

Matsutake felt relieved, looked at Fu Zhoushan's leaving figure, and said softly, "Mr. Fu, go slowly."

"Rongrong? Rongrong wake up."

Who?

Who is calling him?

Matsutake struggled to open his eyes, looking at the handsome face close at hand, he couldn't recover for a moment.

The indifference in those deep eyes disappeared, replaced by the tenderness that Matsutake had long been used to.

"Husband." He rubbed his eyes and murmured, "What's wrong?"

Fu Zhoushan: "The private doctor is here, let the doctor take a look."

Only then did Matsutake realize that beside him was a young man in a windbreaker with a medical kit on his back, looking at them with a smile on his face.

Slowly sitting up following Fu Zhoushan's strength, Matsutake looked at the young man and said with a smile: "Thank you, doctor."

"It's okay, it should be." The young man smiled and waved his hands. He didn't dare to sit on the bed, so he took a chair and sat in front of Matsutake, took out a stethoscope and put it on his ear, "Mr. Matsutake, please open up your clothes."

After finishing speaking, Fu Zhoushan's face darkened and he stared at him with a gloomy expression as if he wanted to eat people.

Alarm bells rang out in the young man's heart, and he quickly emphasized: "This is a normal inspection, a normal inspection!"

The tips of Matsutake's ears turned red, and obediently lifted up the clothes according to the needs of the inspection.

After the inspection, the sweat on Matsutake's body came off.

Finally, the young man took out a needle and said to Matsutake: "Mr. Matsutake, I want to draw a tube of blood, it may hurt a little, please bear with it."

Matsutake exposed half of its white lotus-like arm, and felt a tingling pain. He couldn't help but groaned, and was hugged by Fu Zhoushan.

Feeling the tension and concern of the people behind him, he turned his head and smiled at Fu Zhoushan: "It's okay, it doesn't hurt too much."

The young man was even more nervous than him. He took out a cotton swab and pressed it on the blood-oozing pinhole, neatly packed up his things, and stood up to bid farewell to the two.

Before leaving, he suddenly remembered something, took out a small bottle of medicine from the medicine box, and put it in Matsutake's hand, "This is an anti-inflammatory medicine, if you can't get rid of the fever, you can try it."

After finishing speaking, he showed Fu Zhoushan an expression of "Mr. Fu must be restrained", and ran away in a hurry before being kicked out of the window by Fu Zhoushan to physically surpass him.

Matsutake's cheeks were blushing, as if there were two red clouds floating, and he didn't know if it was from burning or from embarrassment.

Fu Zhoushan stared at the red ear tips in front of his eyes, leaned closer and kissed lightly: "What happened just now, I woke up after calling you a few times, is it a nightmare?"

Speaking of this, Matsutake's doubts arose again. He relaxed his body and leaned against Fu Zhoushan's arms, and said, "I had a strange dream just now."

"What dream?" Fu Zhoushan asked.

"In the dream, I went back to that small apartment, and this time I dreamed of you." Matsutake said, "But it's very strange. In the dream, I seem to be afraid of you, and our relationship is also very strange."

"Really." Fu Zhoushan pondered for a moment, didn't say much about his dream, and mentioned another thing, "You passed the audition."

"Really!" Matsutake said in surprise.

Fu Zhoushan nodded and said, "Jane has reported to me."

"Great." Matsutake grabbed Fu Zhoushan's arm excitedly, and soon forgot the discomfort brought by the dream.

"So happy?" Fu Zhoushan gently scratched his nose twice, leaned into his ear, and reminded softly: "You are going to film, and you will be separated from me. Didn't you say that you were captured by me? Could it be a lie?" human?"

Finally it was Fu Zhoushan's turn to be jealous of his work.

Matsutake blinked a few times, rolled his eyes, turned around and rubbed his arms around Fu Zhoushan's neck a few times, and said in a low voice, "Then I'll make it up to you?"

"How do you want to compensate me?" Fu Zhoushan teased.

"I heard that you feel better when you have a fever." Matsutake said meaningfully.

Fu Zhoushan's heart skipped a beat, and he stared at Matsutake's eyes. His cheeks, which were flushed because of the rising body temperature, looked extremely delicious.

He did come closer to take a bite, and said hoarsely, "Don't mess around."

Matsutake rubbed his arms around him, coquettishly said: "Try it."

Fu Zhoushan pursed his lips, suppressed the throbbing in his heart, and pulled the man out of his arms.

After a while, Matsutake was crushed by Fu Zhoushan.

He curled his lips into a smile, and blinked at Fu Zhoushan, like a little fairy in a myth who turns all living beings upside down.

"Don't make trouble, your illness is still not cured." Fu Zhoushan's eyes darkened, "If you want to make up for me, go to the ice sculpture with me."

It was only then that Matsutake remembered that Fu Zhoushan had promised him to take him to see the ice sculptures.

However, it is already winter, but he is going to join the filming group.

"I'm sorry husband." Matsutake said apologetically, "I will try my best to spare time, we can definitely go."

Fu Zhoushan chuckled: "Okay, I believe you."

Matsutake was stunned by his smile, and it took him a while to realize why he was always taking him away!

Bad husband!