Send Warmth To The Beautiful And Powerful Second Male Lead (Quick Wear)

Chapter 27

Chapter 27: How can he sleep when he is sick?

Fu Chen lowered his eyes and stared at that place, and said with unclear meaning: "Very good."

Was it the seal that was printed well or something else?

The champagne-colored lights illuminated the hotel corridor very brightly. Ji Xia blinked slowly. The cold touch of the jade seal still lingered on his face. He vaguely felt that something was wrong.

When signing autographs for fans, do you sign them on your face?

Ji Xia bit her lower lip and said with some embarrassment, "What if it gets washed away?"

Under the light, the young man's clear pupils were as bright as stars. Fu Chen restrained the desire to kiss those eyes and squeezed the seal into them. Ji Xia's palm said: "Here you go."

Fu Chen probably thought that he couldn't bear to part with the washed-out signature, so he gave him the jade seal directly.

Ji Xia felt a little guilty. It was true that she had watched Fu Chen's movie, but that was out of understanding and appreciation of the mission objectives, and was far from being a fan.

This feels like a scumbag who deceives feelings.

Ji Xia pushed the jade seal into Fu Chen's hand: "I can't have this. I'd better go back and get a postcard and sign it again."

Fu Chen pulled the man back, stuffed the jade seal back into his hand, and said calmly: "A little something. , I don’t like it..."

In an instant, the light in front of him disappeared completely. Darkness and coldness flooded over his head like a tide. The whole figure seemed to have fallen into an ice hole and could not breathe.

But Fu Chen didn't show anything on his face: "Then just throw it away."

Ji Xia was keenly aware of the other person's emotional changes and thought he was angry, so he couldn't refuse anymore: "Nothing, I like it very much! Then... Then I'll accept it."

He raised his head: "Don't worry, I will never cover it everywhere, I will keep it well."

Ji Xia carefully put the jade medal into his pocket, but Fu Chen couldn't see it at the moment. The heartbreaking pain and cold were beating at his bones and veins inch by inch.

He took half a step back and wanted to touch Ji Xia's head, but realized that he couldn't see it at all, so he put his raised hand into his pants pocket: "Go back."

Ji Xia felt that Fu Chen was a little strange for some reason, but he said no Something was wrong. He hesitated and said, "Are we still reviewing the script tonight?"

Fu Chen lowered his eyes, as if thinking: "No need." As

expected, he would not be able to film in the next two or three days.

Ji Xia wanted to ask Fu Chen what was wrong, but when he saw that he had already answered the phone, he didn't want to disturb him anymore and whispered, "I'm going back first."

The sound of the door closing sounded behind him.

Fu Chen listened carefully for a moment and saw that Ji Xia had indeed gone in. The hand holding the phone suddenly dropped, and the black screen was not even opened.

He leaned his head back against the wall, beads of sweat emerging from his forehead, but his body was cold to the bone, as if he could never find a way out in the cold darkness.

He was sick again.

Fu Chen was breathing heavily. If Ji Xia opened the door at this time, he would have found him holding on to the wall, tentatively walking towards the room step by step.