The electronic thermometer lit the forehead of Xie Wenxing, looked at the numbers above, and Guan He spoke: "Thirty-eight degrees and five, how long have you had a fever?"

"I don't know, I started to feel dizzy at night. Do you have any antipyretics at home?"

"You're considered a high fever, go to the hospital."

"It's so late..." Xie Wenxing originally wanted to take some medicine and sleep, but suddenly his heart lit up: "You give it to me?"

When he arrived at the hospital, Guan He went to the emergency room for him. There were not many people in the emergency room tonight. There was only one girl in front of Xie Wenxing. It was Xie Wenxing's turn to enter the clinic, and the doctor gave him a simple examination.

The medicine list was prescribed, Xie Wenxing wanted to reach out to pick it up, but Guan He had already taken it from the doctor.

Seeing this, the doctor said, "It's all burned like this, and I still want to get the medicine by myself?"

Xie Wenxing smiled embarrassedly.

After taking the medicine that night, Xie Wenxing slept very heavily. When she woke up the next day, Aunt Song, who was in charge of three meals, had her holiday. After dinner, Xie Wenxing went upstairs. Not long after, there was a movement from the gate.

Aunt Song looked at the man who walked out of the elevator happily: "Sir, you're back."

Guan He responded and looked around: "Where is Xiao Xie?"

"Mr. Xie went up after dinner."

"How is he having a fever?"

"I don't know very well, but it doesn't seem to be a big deal. He himself said he felt better."

After going upstairs, Guan He knocked on Xie Wenxing's room door. The person inside said that the door was not locked, and Guan He pushed the door open and entered.

Xie Wenxing was starting the computer. I wonder if it was because of illness, his face looked paler than usual. He squatted on the ground and fiddled with something. Guan He asked, "Do you want to broadcast live?"

"Yes." Xie Wenxing looked up: "What's wrong?"

"Have the fever subsided?"

"Are you caring about me?" Guan He didn't say anything, probably because he agreed. Xie Wenxing smiled. He was about to say that he had just taken the test and had already subsided his fever. Suddenly, a light of inspiration appeared in his mind. Xie Wenxing changed his words temporarily and said, "It's almost gone, and it doesn't have any effect on having a low fever."

“How long does it take to play?”

"It's about four hours," he said half of the truth: "Some anchors start live broadcasts the day after the surgery. Compared to this, I'm fine. And it's not the first time I've been like this. It's even more so before... I've been off the air for five days, and it's unreasonable to stop the air again."

Xie Wenxing said while observing Guan He's expression. Seeing Guan He frowned slightly, he felt happy.

Is it so useful to sell miserably?

"Actually, my head still hurts a little," Xie Wenxing tried to trick the other party: "Or you hug me, and your head won't hurt."

"Hug you?" Guan He repeated.

Hug...is it too close?

Xie Wenxing suddenly realized that he was too eager. He shouldn't make such a direct request. Guan He was so smart that he would definitely find that he wanted to use his sympathy. Xie Wenxing felt a little guilty. Will Guan He see anything?

Just as he was in a state of mind, Guan He bent down and stretched out his hand. Xie Wenxing was stunned and was gently pulled into the other party's arms. Perhaps it was because he had smoked a cigarette not long ago, and Guan He had the smell of tobacco that had not yet dissipated.

Xie Wenxing's eyes bent and he was about to speak when something was quickly lit up on his forehead.

Xie Wenxing's smile froze to his lips.

The man, who was just a few feet away from him, raised his lips slightly, his eyes as if he was staring at a large animal with his prey, and even his voice was slow to ask him.

"Thirty-seven degrees, is it considered a low fever?"

Click—

It was probably the sound of Guan He biting his neck.

Xie Wenxing called out: "I didn't expect my fever to fade so quickly. I just did 37 degrees Fifty."

"Is that true?" Guan He casually put the electronic thermometer in his palm aside. Xie Wenxing looked at the numbers showing off his might and wanted to die with it. Guan He's voice was faint: "Since you've gone away, just broadcast it if you want."

*

Of course, Xie Wenxing didn't dare to broadcast it.

After Guan He left, he stared at his live broadcast room in a daze. Countless viewers below asked if the broadcast was started. It was already past the normal live broadcast time. The anchor was playing pigeons again tonight.

Seeing the young ladies whimpering in disappointment in the live broadcast room, Xie Wenxing regretted it. He just said slutty words, but he was just a little confused about Guan He in such a thing. Thinking about it, his mind was really not turning around.

What does it mean to make you confused?

Xie Wenxing smiled bitterly and quit the live broadcast interface. He found a movie to distract himself. When the movie was about to end for more than two hours, Xie Wenxing received a WeChat message from Flash.

Flash: [Fans asked me to ask, has my brother recovered from his illness? I won’t broadcast live tonight?]

Xie Wenxing: [Okay, if you don’t broadcast, why do you ask?]

Flash: [There are barrages on my side, and they all know that I have a good relationship with my brother]

Flash:[Why not broadcast?]

Flash: [Is it dizzy and don’t want to play games? You can play something else, they want to confirm your situation]

Flash: [I said last time, my brother sings very well 0.0]

Xie Wenxing looked at these lines of information and suddenly thought of a solution.

If Guan He did not follow his live broadcast room, he would go up and sing a song to apologize and be used to comfort his fans. If Guan He followed him, he would be able to see him if he kept broadcasting...

That would be even better.

Xie Wenxing typed and replied: [You are such a little genius].

*

When the phone prompt rang, Guan He was calling Li Yan.

He said "Hmm?" Li Yan on the other end of the phone stopped and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Xie Wenxing has started a live broadcast."

"Then I'll hang up the phone?"

"I'll use the Pad to see," Guan He opened the tablet next to him: "What else do you have to ask?"

"No, you have already analyzed this transaction for me. Listening to you is better than reading for ten years." Li Yan joked, and relaxed and began to curious: "Xiao Xie broadcasts the game?"

"It seems not," Guan He's voice was a little uncertain: "He has turned on the camera."

"Damn it? Didn't he keep showing his face? Wait, I'll turn on the computer to watch."

Guan He looked at the live broadcast room, Xie Wenxing was still adjusting the position of the camera, and the barrage was already crazy:

[husband!!!!]

[You!!! Actually!!! Show your face!!!]

Xie Wenxing: "Good evening, I'll adjust this before talking to you."

[My God! Suffocation! Touching God's face and voice really kills me!]

[As soon as I saw this face, I was blinded by love]

[The critical damage is 10,000 points, so handsome that I can't breathe. It's eight hundred times more handsome than the last annual meeting]

[The blue whale is given to you, the shark is given to you, the dolphin is given to you, and the heart is given to you!]

[The old tricks are very good. Whenever you show your face, everyone forgot about his pigeon for three hours]

Xie Wenxing on the other end of the camera has adjusted the camera. He is wearing a white T-shirt and his arms are stretched out with white and slender. Xie Wenxing hooked a headphone from the side.

"It's not convenient to play games today, so I'll sing a song for you." Xie Wenxing said: "I'm sorry."

[Will you still show your face tomorrow?]

[Please! Will we all turn on cameras in the future?]

"Let's talk about it tomorrow, I'm not used to cameras."

He glanced at the barrage and countless people asked him if he was shy.

"Shy? It doesn't exist," Xie Wenxing began to visit his music library: "Dad is so handsome, I'm afraid after watching the camera for a long time."

Li Yan on the other end of the phone smiled: "He spoke really exactly the same as before."

Guan He agreed absent-mindedly. He looked at the person on the screen, and the other party was asking the audience what they wanted to hear. Perhaps because there were too many people answering, Xie Wenxing finally made a decision himself: "Is "Sunny Day" OK?... OK? Then that's it."

He found the accompaniment from the kulik, and the piano chords of the prelude flowed out.

Xie Wenxing started singing:

"The little yellow flower of the story has been floating since the year of birth

The swing of childhood has been shaking with memories until now

ReSoSoSiDoSiLa

SoLaSiSiSiSiLaSiLaSo…”

["EVE,Flash" is given to the anchor "Touch me" a blue whale.]

["EVE,Flash" is given to the anchor "Touch me" a blue whale.]

["EVE,Flash" is given to the anchor "Touch me" a blue whale.]
To be continued...