Professional Stand-in, With an Hourly Salary of 100,000 - Chapter 23

Ji Fanyin felt that Song Shiyu was burnt.

Song Shiyu usually lives in a large flat that is close to the company he created. Ji Fanyin was not obstructed when he opened the door according to the access control given by him, but looked at the empty room with no light in the middle of the night. A bit) people.

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

As soon as Ji Fanyin lowered his head, he saw the two guarding palaces not far from the door: “…”

Oh yes, Song Shiyu also raises lizards, which is indeed a hidden cold-blooded black belly.

Ji Fanyin stopped in front of the incubator in the palace, better than Song Shiyudi, and fed two ugly-looking palaces first.

She remembered that these two lizards had noble blood, and the price was not cheap.

Don’t starve to death.

When Song Shi met one or two meals, he would not die if he didn’t eat a lizard.

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

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

Or it should be said… “Ji Fanyin” has been here.

After all, “Ji Fanyin” had been comforting Song Shiyu for a while before Ji Fanyin wore it on.

Although the two would meet here from time to time, they didn’t speak much, let alone physical contact.

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

When Song Shi met a phone call, she hurriedly rushed to the place he said; Song Shiyu waved her hand, she left sadly and got nothing.

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

There were scattered medications and takeaways on the table in the living room. The takeaways seemed to have only taken a few bites, but a lot of medicines were taken.

But it seems that Song Shiyu doesn’t have the concept of “don’t take the same medicine together” in his mind, and all four medicines seem to be consumed.

Ji Fanyin took the prescription ticket and took a look, raised his eyebrows, and turned to find Song Shiyu’s bedroom based on the memory in his brain.

She stood at the door and listened to the movement before pushing in. The inside was pitch black, and the corridor lights could not even be touched by the bed.

But the figure shrank on the bed reluctantly shrank again.

Ji Fanyin turned on Song Shiyu’s room without pity at all, and walked over to give him a condescending look.

Young Master Song, who used to be as gentle as jade and dark as ink, is now burning his hair with sweat sticking to his face, his cheeks are red, his eyes are blurred, and he looks like a little pitiful.

“Ji Fanyin?” He mumbled her name, which was actually correct.

Ji Fanyin first bent over to touch Song Shiyu’s hot forehead, and raised his eyebrows.

It’s almost time to be silly, maybe the negative is too positive, and he just happened to recognize the right person again.

Considering that Song Shiyu’s family might not have this or that, Ji Fanyin first went to the drugstore to buy some things when he got off the car, which happened to be used by Song Shiyu.

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

However, she conscientiously disinfected with alcohol cotton before coaxing Song Shiyu into it. She sat next to the bed for five minutes, and then took the thermometer out of Song Shiyu’s teeth: “Open your mouth, don’t bite.”

Song Shiyu obediently let go, and he was a bit creepy.

Ji Fanyin lowered his head to check the mercury strip in the thermometer, and repeatedly confirmed it twice: 39.5°C.

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

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

Song Shiyu shook his head: “Don’t go.”

“I think so.” Ji Fanyin muttered to himself, looking for a fever-reducing sticker from the things he bought just now and putting it on Song Shiyu’s forehead.

She watched the effect and wanted to take a picture.

For Song Shiyu, it feels completely black history.

“Ji Fanyin.” Song Shiyu shouted again.

“My sister is not here. Sometimes you get burnt, and if you recognize me as my sister, I will get angry.” Ji Fanyin replied softly, distractedly lowering his head to study the amount of anti-fever medicine in his hand.

“Ji Fanyin, you wouldn’t be so caring about people other than me, would you?” Song Shiyu continued to ask stubbornly as if he hadn’t heard it.

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

She reacted as soon as she changed her mind. Oh, this is probably “I don’t want it, and I must never let others pick it up.”

So Ji Fanyin asked him in Ji Xinxin’s tone: “When did your relationship with my sister become so good? I remember that you two hardly talked?”

Song Shiyu, with a fever-reducing sticker on his forehead, was silent for a moment.

His thinking at this time seemed a bit laborious, and after a long while, he said slowly: “Today I don’t want Ji Xinxin, I only want Ji Fanyin.”

Ji Fanyin’s hand moved for a while.

This is very boring.

“Sister doesn’t want to accompany you,” she said lightly, pouring out two anti-fever medicines, and unscrewing the water bottle. “Now only Ji Xinxin is with you.”

“Why?” Song Shiyu insisted on making a mistake.

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

Song Shiyu swallowed two sustained-release capsules without saying a word, staring straight at Ji Fanyin, waiting for her answer.

Ji Fanyin re-tightened the lid of the water bottle and smiled: “Then I will only tell you, because this is a secret.”

Song Shiyu nodded.

“–Because my sister doesn’t like Song Shiyu anymore.” Ji Fanyin said.

Song Shiyu retorted almost as soon as her voice fell: “A lie.”

“How come.” Ji Fanyin half leaned against the bedside table and looked at Song Shiyu with a faint smile, “I told you this personally.”

Song Shiyu glared at her without speaking, as if looking for a rebuttal.

Ji Fanyin felt that after Song Shiyu’s fever subsided, whether he remembered the conversation that night, it was quite interesting.

She smiled and glanced at the time.

It’s almost time to pay four times the overtime pay. Convert the money that Song Shi was stupefied just now… about forty minutes.

“Would you like to change your clothes?” Ji Fanyin bends down patiently to coax Song Shiyu, “It’s uncomfortable to sleep like this.”

Song Shi encountered an order and an action. Although he took a lot of slower time, he took off his pajamas first.

Ji Fanyin opened his wardrobe to find another pajama, only to see a bracelet thrown in the corner at a glance.

Compared with Song Shiyu’s glamorous walk-in closet, this bracelet is quite broken, with a lot of rough scratches on it. It seems to have been rubbed hard in some rough place, and even the whole bracelet is a little deformed. .

Ji Fanyin stared at it twice before recognizing it was the “birthday present” she gave Song Shiyu on his birthday.

It seemed that Song Shiyu didn’t care much, and he fell like this.

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

Song Shiyu didn’t want it anyway, and Song Shiyu didn’t pay for it anyway, and the waste was recycled.

Maybe someone in the second-hand market is willing to take it back and wear it.

She casually found a pajama for Song Shiyu to change into. She was about to go to the kitchen. Song Shiyu called her from behind, “Where are you going?”

“The takeaway on the table hasn’t moved much, aren’t you hungry?” Ji Fanyin asked him, turning his head.

“… Are you going to cook for me?”

When Song Shiyu asked this question, Ji Fanyin thought about it.

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

This operation is no problem.

Visiting the sick—Hsing cold and asking warm—is the process correct for making sick meals?

Ji Fanyin was puzzled: “Yes. Don’t you trust my craftsmanship?”

“…No.” Song Shiyu paused, and asked a little bit inexplicably, “You will come back after you are done?”

“Of course.” Ji Fanyin fooled him.

Song Shiyusui lay back again.

Ji Fanyin went to the kitchen, turned the cabinets toss the refrigerator, and finally stewed a small pot of eggs and chopped green onion porridge.

After the fragrant porridge floated out of the small casserole, Song Shiyu’s service time almost ran out.

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

Ji Fanyin set a heat preservation mode for the electric casserole to prevent her hard-boiled porridge from being too cold to drink. The last time she saw it was one minute away, so she went back to Song Shiyu’s bedroom and thoughtfully took the next medicine. Take it out for him and put it away so that Song Shiyu won’t take the wrong medicine again.

Then she walked away from Song Shiyu’s house.

――You will come back after you finish it, right?

–of course. No way.

In my dream… ah no, you can’t believe a word of nonsense while serving.

…

Song Shiyu woke up at six o’clock in the morning, the window was already lit up, and the room was empty. Only the lit bedside lamp and the pills on the bedside table reminded him that someone had actually visited him just now.

Probably because he finally took the medicine correctly, Song Shiyu felt that he was a lot more awake than yesterday.

He pressed the button, and his painful forehead suddenly yelled, “Ji Fanyin?”

There was no movement quietly outside.

Song Shiyu sat up, tore off the sticky note on the bedside table and took a look. It reminded him to remember to take medicine with the meal in the morning; he also put a thermometer to let him take the temperature after remembering it to see if it had dropped.

That was Ji Xinxin’s handwriting, and even the final signature was Ji Xinxin.

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

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

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

Even Song Shiyu, who felt that he didn’t want to eat anything before, screamed in his stomach.

He pursed his lips and walked in the direction of the kitchen.

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

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

He served himself a bowl of porridge, walked slowly back to the bedroom and picked up his phone, hesitated for two seconds or sent a message to Ji Fanyin: [You stayed with me all night? Thank you, the temperature has dropped. 】

Ji Fanyin’s reply came to Song Shi’s phone only 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 at the company, couldn’t help but smile. He felt that Ji Fanyin’s saying “I don’t like it anymore” was probably a stiff mouth yesterday.

Even if she said that, she still couldn’t let him go honestly in her heart.

Ji Fanyin: [Need an appointment? If I don’t make an appointment, I will go to meet other customers, goodbye. 】

Song Shiyu: “…”

It’s hard… right?