Chapter 95: Strongly Popular (22)
The thunder stopped for a while.
Zhou Ye didn't say anything, he just opened the medicine box and took out all the pills in the first compartment as Fu Wenjun said.
"Two pills are enough."
Aowu reminded silently.
So Zhou Ye stuffed the rest back and handed the box to him when he was done.
"Give it back to you."
After a while, the man's hoarse and trembling voice came out.
"Close it and get out."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was another thunder and lightning, and the whole room was illuminated.
The man choked up clearly, and the tall man shrank into a quail.
Zhou Ye looked at him, then turned to look behind him.
The thunder continues, and the terrifying natural phenomenon is accompanied by supernatural sounds, "rumbling--".
It seemed as if the sky would open a hole in the next second.
After thinking about it, Zhou Ye took out his mobile phone from his pocket, rummaged for a while, and found a few cheerful songs from the music listening software.
After a while, Fu Wenjun saw a hand and stretched it out involuntarily. He was so frightened that his eyes widened and his whole body trembled.
The next second, the hand reached out to his ear, the cold headphones hung on his ears, and cheerful music flowed out.
"My hometown,
I live in this village
I am a native of this village..."
Fu Wenjun was stunned.
He opened his eyes hard, his long eyelashes were covered with saline, and a soft light came in, which was his small desk lamp.
Zhou Ye put the desk lamp into the cabinet, put his mobile phone in, and blocked the door of the cabinet. In this way, he could neither hear the thunder nor see the lightning.
The man stared blankly at the figure in front of him, who looked very slender. He didn't know whether it was because the music was too cheerful or because the thunder weakened, but for the rest of the night, he never heard the heart-rending sound again.
Zhou Ye also sat silently in front of the cabinet all night.
It was dawn the next day.
Fu Wenjun slowly opened his eyes. His messy hair was still a little damp. He moved his hands and feet a little, and silently knocked on the cabinet wall.
Zhou Ye, who was sitting outside and taking a nap, woke up quickly. She was still wearing the blanket she took from the bed last night. When she pulled the blanket away, she realized that she was covered in sweat.
I feel much better and my head doesn't hurt anymore.
The medicine is really good, she has to take it every day.
Zhou Ye sat quietly in front of the long dining table. Opposite was the open restaurant, where Fu Wenjun's slender and tall figure was walking back and forth.
Soon, two plates of hot pasta were served.
One person per plate, Zhou Ye's plate had two poached eggs, one more than Fu Wenjun's.
She was very hungry and didn't care about this little detail. She ate quickly and cleanly.
Fu Wenjun looked at her and gently pinched the handle of the fork in his hand with his well-jointed fingers.
Seeing that she was almost finished eating, the man pursed his thin lips and asked in a low voice.
"I recently have a script that lacks a female lead. You come to audition next week."
Zhou Ye raised her head with a stick of pasta in her mouth, so Fu Wenjun watched her pout her red lips and suck in the noodles.
I don't know why, but his face felt a little hot.
Sure enough, when she heard she was offered the role, she stopped eating.
Zhou Ye blinked, looked at the empty plate in front of him, and put down his fork without finishing.
She didn't understand what the man meant, but she didn't bother to ask.
It was very comfortable to stay with him. This man smelled very good. To her, it was like iced watermelon and air conditioning in summer, or taro simmered on a warm stove in winter, which added a lot of happiness to her.
If she could, she wouldn't mind killing him, draining his soul, and letting him follow her all the time.
(End of chapter)