100,000/Hour Professional Stand-in

Ji Fanyin felt that Song Shiyu had become confused.

Song Shiyu usually lived in a large flat near the company he founded. Ji Fanyin was not hindered at all when he opened the door according to the access control he gave, but in the middle of the night, there was no light in the empty room. kinda} people.

As soon as the door opened, the sensor light at the foot came on first.

As soon as Ji Fanyin lowered her head, she saw the two guardian palaces raised not far from the entrance: "..."

Oh yes, Song Shiyu also raised lizards, as expected of a hidden cold-blooded black belly.

Ji Fanyin stopped in front of Shougong's incubator, and better than Song Shiyu, he first fed two ugly-looking Shougong.

She remembered that these two lizards were of noble bloodline, and the price was not cheap.

Don't starve to death.

Song Shiyu will not die of starvation if he does not eat a meal or two, but the lizard is not necessarily.

After feeding the lizards, Ji Fanyin slowly turned on the ceiling light in the living room and identified the layout inside.

To be honest, Ji Fanyin had been here before Song Shiyu's residence.

Or should I say... "Ji Fanyin" came here.

After all, before Ji Fanyin came through, "Ji Fanyin" had been comforting Song Shiyu for a while.

Although the two meet here from time to time, they don't talk much, let alone make physical contact.

"Ji Fanyin" is more like a living painting to Song Shiyu, nothing more.

Song Shiyu made a phone call, and she rushed to the place he said; Song Shiyu waved her hand, and she left sadly, getting nothing.

However, it was the first time that Ji Fanyin came in in person. She walked around the living room slowly to observe.

There are scattered medicines and takeaways on the table in the living room. The takeaways seem to have only eaten a few mouthfuls, but they have eaten a lot of medicines.

But it seems that Song Shiyu didn't have the concept of "don't take the same medicine together" in his mind, and all four medicines seemed to be consumed.

Ji Fanyin took the prescription slip and glanced at it, raised her eyebrows, turned around and found Song Shiyu's bedroom based on the memory in her head.

She stood at the door and listened to the movement before pushing the door in. It was pitch black inside, and when the lights in the corridor came in, she couldn't even touch the bedside.

But the figure shrunk on the bed shrank again reluctantly.

Ji Fanyin turned on the light in Song Shiyu's room without any pity, and walked over to give him a condescending look.

Song Da Shao, who was usually as warm as jade and as black as ink, was now burning with sweat and sticking to his face, his cheeks were flushed, his eyes were blurred, and he looked pitiful.

"Ji Fanyin?" He muttered and called her name, but he called it right.

Ji Fanyin first bent down and touched Song Shiyu's hot forehead, then raised his eyebrows.

It's almost time to burn a fool, maybe it's a positive or negative, and he just recognizes the right person again.

Because considering that Song Shiyu's family may have neither this nor that, Ji Fanyin went to the pharmacy to buy some things when he got off the bus, which happened to be used by Song Shiyu.

Of course, it is impossible to buy an ear thermometer and a forehead thermometer, so Ji Fanyin bought a mercury thermometer for Song Shiyu for only five yuan.

However, she conscientiously sterilized it with alcohol cotton before coaxing Song Shiyu into it, sitting beside the bed for five minutes, and then took the thermometer out of Song Shiyu's teeth: "Open your mouth, don't bite."

Song Shiyu relented obediently, so obedient that it was a little creepy.

Ji Fanyin lowered her head to check the mercury strip in the thermometer and confirmed it twice: 39.5℃.

In terms of sublingual temperature, this is already the category of high fever.

Ji Fanyin shook the thermometer: "You should go to the hospital."

Song Shiyu shook his head: "No."

"I think so too." Ji Fanyin muttered to herself, finding the antipyretic sticker from the things she just bought and putting it on Song Shiyu's forehead.

She watched the effect and wanted to take a photo.

For Song Shiyu, it feels like a black history.

"Ji Fanyin." Song Shiyu shouted again.

"My sister is not here. When you get burned out, I will be angry if you recognize me as my sister." Ji Fanyin answered him softly, while distractedly lowering her head to study the amount of antipyretic in her hand.

"Ji Fanyin, you don't care so much about people other than me, do you?" Song Shiyu continued to ask stubbornly as if he didn't hear it.

Ji Fanyin glanced at him, wondering what kind of fantasy he was asking.

She realized after a second thought, oh, this is probably "I don't want it, and I mustn't let others pick it up".

So Ji Fanyin asked him back in Ji Xinxin's tone: "When did your relationship with my sister become so good? I remember that you two hardly spoke?"

Song Shiyu, who had an antipyretic sticker on his forehead, was silent for a moment.

His thinking at this time seemed a little labored, and after a long while he said slowly, "Today I don't want Ji Xinxin, I just want Ji Fanyin."

Ji Fanyin moved her hands.

This is very boring.

"Sister doesn't want to accompany you," she said lightly, pouring out two antipyretics, and unscrewing the water bottle, "now only Ji Xinxin is with you."

"Why?" Song Shiyu insisted on being stubborn.

Ji Fanyin handed him the water: "You take the medicine first."

Song Shiyu swallowed two slow-release capsules without saying a word, and stared at Ji Fanyin, waiting for her.

's answer.

Ji Fanyin re-tightened the lid of the water bottle and smiled: "Then I'll only tell you, because it's a secret."

Song Shiyu nodded.

"—Because my sister doesn't like Song Shiyu anymore." Ji Fanyin said.

Song Shiyu retorted almost as soon as she finished speaking: "Liar."

"How could that be?" Ji Fanyin leaned against the bedside table and looked at Song Shiyu with a half-smile, "I told you this myself."

Song Shiyu stared at her without speaking, as if looking for words to refute.

Ji Fanyin felt that it was interesting whether she remembered the conversation that night after Song Shiyu's fever subsided.

She smiled and glanced at the time.

It's almost time to pay four times more overtime pay. Converting the money that Song Shiyu had just beaten in a daze... There's still about forty minutes left.

"Would you like to change clothes?" Ji Fanyin bent over to coax Song Shiyu patiently, "It's uncomfortable to sleep like this."

Song Shiyu took one command and one action. Although the beat was a lot slower, he still took off his pajamas first.

Ji Fanyin opened his closet to find another pajamas, but saw a bracelet thrown in the corner at a glance.

Compared with Song Shiyu's glamorous walk-in wardrobe, this bracelet is a bit broken, with a lot of rough scratches on it, as if it had been rubbed hard in some rough place, and even the whole bracelet was a little deformed. .

Ji Fanyin stared at it twice before realizing that it was the "birthday gift" she gave Song Shiyu on his birthday.

It seems that Song Shiyu doesn't cherish it very much, and it all fell into this way.

Ji Fanyin thought for a while, then picked up the bracelet and put it in his pocket.

Anyway, Song Shiyu didn't want it. Anyway, Song Shiyu didn't pay any money, and the waste was recycled.

Maybe there are people in the second-hand market who are willing to take back the Tulong Knife and wear it.

She found a pair of pajamas and went out for Song Shiyu to put on. She was about to go to the kitchen when Song Shiyu stopped her from behind: "Where are you going?"

"The takeaway on the table hasn't moved much, aren't you hungry?" Ji Fanyin turned her head and asked him.

"...you want to cook for me?"

When Song Shiyu asked this question, Ji Fanyin thought for a while.

Ji Xinxin does know how to cook, but she is not as proficient as she is.

This works fine.

Visiting the sick - asking for warmth - cooking the sick meal, is this the process right?

Ji Fanyin said suspiciously, "Yes. Don't you trust my craftsmanship?"

"...No." Song Shiyu paused, and asked in a difficult way, "Will you come back after you're done?"

"Of course." Ji Fanyin fooled him.

Song Shiyu then lay back down again.

Ji Fanyin went to the kitchen, rummaged through the cabinets and tossed the refrigerator, and finally cooked a small pot of egg porridge with chopped green onion.

After the congee fragrance wafted out of the small casserole, Song Shiyu's service time was almost exhausted.

Song Shiyu in the room had fallen asleep under the effect of the medicine.

Ji Fanyin set the heat preservation mode for the electric casserole, so that the porridge she had worked so hard to cook would not be too cold to drink. The last time she saw it was still a minute away, so she went back to Song Shiyu's bedroom and thoughtfully put the medicine she took next time. Take it out and put it away for him, lest Song Shiyu take the wrong medicine again.

Then she walked away from Song Shiyu's house in a dashing manner.

――Will you come back after you finish?

--certainly. Nope.

In the dream... ah no, I can't believe a word of the nonsense during the service.

...

Song Shiyu woke up at 6:00 in the morning, the window was already dimly lit, and the room was empty, only the bedside lamp on and the pills on the bedside table reminded him that someone had indeed come to visit him just now.

Probably because he finally took the medicine correctly, Song Shiyu felt that he was much more awake than the whole day yesterday.

He pressed his still throbbing forehead, and tentatively called out, "Ji Fanyin?"

There was no movement outside.

Song Shiyu sat up, tore off the sticky note on the bedside table and glanced at it, which reminded him to remember to take medicine with meals in the morning; he also put a thermometer so that he could remember to measure the temperature and see if it dropped. No.

It was Ji Xinxin's handwriting, and even the last signature was Ji Xinxin.

Song Shiyu took the note and read it several times, frowned and opened the bedroom door.

After a few steps, he went back and put the thermometer in his mouth before walking out again.

As soon as the door of the master bedroom was opened, the aroma of the food that had been isolated floated in.

Even Song Shiyu, who felt that he didn't want to eat anything before, let out a "guru" in his stomach.

He pursed his lips and walked towards the kitchen.

There was no one in the kitchen either, but the casserole was steaming slowly.

Song Shiyu lifted the lid of the pot and glanced at the warm porridge inside, his frowning furrowed quietly.

He filled himself with a bowl of porridge, then slowly went back to the bedroom to pick up the phone, hesitating for two seconds or sending a message to Ji Fanyin: [You stayed with me all night? Thanks, the temperature has come down. 】

Ji Fanyin's reply arrived slowly on Song Shiyu's phone a few hours later.

[If I stay with you for so long, I will ask you for an additional fee. 】she says.

Song Shiyu, who was already in the company, couldn't help laughing. He felt that Ji Fanyin said "I don't like it" yesterday because he was stubborn.

At once

Even if she said so, she still honestly couldn't let him go.

Ji Fanyin: [Do you need an appointment? If you don't make an appointment, I'm going to see another client. Goodbye. 】

Song Shiyu: "..."

Hard-mouthed... right?