Chapter 375
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Due to the flu and fever, Gu Weiwei rested at the hotel for the entire day and Fu Hancheng came over to take care of him as well.
The following morning, when she was about to start filming, Fu Hancheng failed to persuade her, so he called Qiao Lin with her phone and asked him to bring her agent, Qiao Lin, upstairs.
Hearing that the boss had summoned him, Qiao Lin ran upstairs without even brushing his teeth.
"Boss, what can I do for you?"
Gu Weiwei saw the toothpaste foam by Qiao Lin's mouth and gave him a tissue.
"Can you wipe your mouth?"
It was not until then that Qiao Lin realized that he had not finished brushing his teeth and had come upstairs with the toothbrush in his hand.
So he took the tissue and wiped off the toothpaste foam by his mouth.
Fu Hancheng pointed at the pile of things on the table and said seriously, "There is ginger tea in the kitchen.
"There's ginger tea in the thermos flask and cold medicine in the bag over here. You must take them on time."
Qiao Lin nodded constantly, feeling like crying inside.
His idol had been taken away by someone else and he had to take care of his girlfriend while being fed with their love. This was the most miserable thing in the world.
"If she has a fever, ask her to come home and rest." Fu Hancheng continued.
With her personality, if he was not here, she would finish the filming even if she had a fever.
"Yes, I will keep an eye on her." Qiao Lin replied.
Oh, he wanted to quit his job so badly.
Fu Hancheng said, "Also, don't let her catch a cold, not even with cold water."
Qiao Lin nodded and looked at Gu Weiwei who was eating breakfast.
Oh my god, why didn't you just come home and be the Mrs. President?
Why did you have to come out? You are being tortured and they are being tortured too.
After hearing the orders from his boss, Qiao Lin took Gu Weiwei's ginger soup and the spare hand warmer and went downstairs to brush his teeth and wash his face.
Gu Weiwei threw a look at the man who was packing up the files and preparing to work in the capital. He put down the bowl, walked up to him and hugged him from behind.
"Uncle Fu, I don't want to let you go, what should I do?"
Fu Hancheng looked down at the slender arm wrapped around his waist and smiled.
"I will come over early after work in the afternoon."
Gu Weiwei released his grip and said with a muffled voice.
"Uncle Fu, if one day you find that I am not so cute or that there is someone cuter than me, will you … stop liking me?"
It seemed that she was becoming increasingly greedy.
She liked that he liked her, and gradually, she wanted him to like her a little more and a little longer.
Then, to her, she wanted to see him to her, to herself, to see her, to fall in love with her.
She had experienced how fickle a person's life.
She to him, she to be to see to the point to, to to to to to to her to to to be to be to be, to be?
To her, be's, she was, was, was, she was was to be's.......
Then, he fell in love with Ling Yan, who looked weak and pitiful …
Fu Hanzheng turned around and carried her to the table, so that she was facing him.
"Is there anyone cuter than you?"
"What if there is? What if I become someone you hate …"
Gu Weiwei gripped his tie and lowered his eyes, trying to hide what he was thinking.
Fu Hancheng lowered his head and kissed the girl, who was murmuring to herself.
It was not until Qiao Lin knocked on the door and picked her up that he released her lips and carried her down.
"Go now."
Gu Weiwei took a few steps forward and turned back.
"You still haven't answered my question."
Fu Hancheng raised his eyebrows – did he look so unreliable?
Why did she start to have such thoughts?
"If you like someone with conditions, then you don't really like her."
Gu Weiwei said, "Then do you have any conditions?"
Fu Hancheng smiled. "No."
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