In late April, Mike's scene was completed.

During this month, except for leaving to shoot commercials and endorsements, Mike stayed on the set most of the time and had contact with everyone. He has a good personality and is polite. He always smiles when he meets him. He often helps, conquering everyone with his personal charm.

Many people were reluctant to leave, but they knew that parting was necessary, so they sent their most sincere blessings in the large group of the crew.

These blessings are filled with the same sentence: I wish you a bright future and better.

In the evening, Mike had an interview program to participate. As soon as the filming was completed, he left the crew and hurried to S City.

After getting on the bus, Mike put the bouquet next to him and rested with his eyes closed.

His last scene was a water scene. He filmed more than a dozen times and soaked in the water for two hours. Although he immediately drank a cold powder afterwards, it was not very effective, so he still started to have a fever.

Mike's face showed an abnormal flush, but his lips were too pale. Le Xia was watching from the side, anxious and her eyebrows were twisted together.

"Brother, let's go to the hospital first. You can't continue like this."

Mike's limbs were sore and he had no strength, and his voice was weak, "It's too late, are there any antipyretic medicine? Give me two, and I'll get better after eating and sleeping."

Le Xia felt that it was not possible, but Mike insisted and could only get the medicine for Mike with red eyes and pour him a cup of hot water.

After taking the medicine, Mike put down the seat, curled up his long legs and lay on his side, pinching a corner of the blanket with his fingers, and instructing Lexia, "It's almost time to call me."

The sleeping ingredient in the medicine occurred and Mike quickly fell asleep.

When he woke up again, the self-built houses on both sides of the road had been replaced with high-rise buildings. The sky was dark, and only the last bit of afterglow was left in the sky. The lights lit up the city and formed the ocean.

Mike moved and spoke in a hoarse voice: "What time is it?"

Hearing the sound, Lexia turned her head and helped him up, "It's six o'clock."

"Are you better?" she asked with concern again.

After pouring a cup of boiling water from the thermos, moisturizing the mouth, Mike nodded, "It's much better."

"Are you going?" He looked out the window again and identified the location.

"It's almost here, twenty minutes." Lexia took out the porridge he had just asked the driver to stop the car and bought, "Brother, you eat something first and keep your stomach."

"good."

Mike actually has no appetite, so he put it down after taking a small portion.

As he was about to get to the place, Mike took out a clean set of clothes from his suitcase, changed it, and quickly found a makeup bag to cover the sick face with foundation.

Otherwise, if he was caught by the media, he would spread rumors that he had failed to have plastic surgery.

The nanny's car was parked outside the TV station, and Mike took Lexia out of the car.

There are indeed entertainment reporters who are squatting here. Mi Ke glanced at the flash light flashing in his eyes and looked up.

Instead of avoiding the camera, he smiled at the camera, then raised his hand, and compared his thumb and index finger to the same heart.

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Recording interviews is not easier than recording variety shows. You must always be vigilant to prevent falling into the trap dug by the host. Mike recorded it for half an hour and felt uncomfortable again.

He tried his forehead with the back of his hand and it did burn again.

After five minutes of halftime break, Mike's face was exhausted, and his makeup could not cover his illness. He called the makeup artist to cover another layer of foundation.

The host also noticed that Mike was feeling uncomfortable and said caringly: "Do you want to take a rest?"

Mike cheered up and said, "No need, the early recording is over, everyone is waiting to go home."

The program started recording again, and when he returned to the camera, Mike wiped out the discomfort, smiling and energetic, and could not see any illness at all.

"Welcome back to "Star Interview", then let's continue chatting with Teacher Mi."

The host looked at Mike with his legs raised, his fingers resting on his chin, and his tone was more like chatting: "We just talked about the recently popular movie "Flying", which is the first movie you participated in. What is the biggest problem you encounter during the filming process?"

Mike leaned against the back of the chair, putting his fingers on his legs casually, and his posture was very comfortable. "It was winter at that time, and it was several degrees below zero. The character I played was thin and too cold."

While talking, a video of more than ten seconds appeared on the screen behind them.

In the video, Mike is wearing a loose T-shirt, with most of her shoulders exposed, and there are several dark red marks on her glowing white skin.

He leaned lazily by the window, his slender and beautiful fingers clamped an unburned smoke. Under the smoke, he turned his face to look at the sky outside the window, where dark clouds surging, indicating the upcoming downpour.

The light in the room was dim and dull. Mike was inside, depressed and depraved, and a strong sense of story came to his face, constantly arousing people's desire to explore.

The host sighed: "You shot beautifully."

"It's the director's beauty of the camera."

Mike blinked, "Of course, it's also because I'm very good-looking."

The host couldn't help laughing, "You will be criticized by netizens for being narcissistic."

"No," Mike smiled, teasing himself, "Is there any bad-looking vase?"

The show effect was instantly full, and the host cooperated to cover his mouth and smiled. The camera cut to Mike and brought it closer to the close-up scene. He raised his legs and crossed his expression, his expression was light and gentle, and he was very calm.

...

The program was recorded until ten o'clock and finally ended.

As soon as the camera left, Mike couldn't hold on at all.

Le Xia hurried over and wanted to take him to the hospital. Mi Ke smiled helplessly, "Wait until I go slowly, otherwise I will be afraid that I will faint once I stand up."

"Ah, what should I do?"

Le Xia was so anxious that she was walking around, "Do you want to call an ambulance?"

She thought of the entertainment reporter squatting outside again, and immediately shook her head, "No, if you call an ambulance, you will definitely be on the hot search."

"Lexia," Mike called her, "I'm better, help me down, let's go to the hospital."

Le Xia Fei nodded quickly and carried the bag, "Brother, don't worry, I'm strong enough, don't worry, please lean on me."

After saying that, she reached out to help Mike up and adjusted her posture so that Mike could make it easier for her to walk on her body.

Although Le Xia helped him, Le Xia was half short and very thin. Mi Ke didn't dare to lean on it at all, so he kept walking by himself and barely walked to the elevator. His eyes were already dark.

He reached out to hold the wall, and Mike leaned against him and couldn't walk anymore.

This won’t work. Le Xia pursed her lips and decided to ask for help. As soon as she turned around, the elevator door next to her opened, and Lu Yansheng and Gu Xiangxing stood inside.

Seeing Lu Yansheng, Le Xia's eyes lit up, and she didn't care whether she was an idol or not. She quickly said, "Teacher Lu, please help me. I'm almost fainting from a high fever."

Lu Yansheng was stunned, then his eyes turned to Mi Ke on the side.

Mike's face turned red, his body was shaking, and he was about to fall to the ground.

As his eyebrows sank, Lu Yansheng quickly walked out of the elevator, grabbed Mike's arm and pulled him into his arms, bent down and picked him up horizontally, feeling the weight that was too light in his arms. He looked down at Mike and hugged him tighter.

Mi Ke knew that the person holding him was Lu Yansheng. Although the princess hugged him a little embarrassedly, he really had no strength. He stayed quietly in the other party's arms, moved his lips, and his voice was very soft, "Thank you."

Lu Yansheng did not respond and walked into the elevator with Mi Ke in his arms.

Lexia quickly followed.

The elevator was very quiet. Le Xia had calmed down and her reason was also recovered. She looked at Lu Yansheng through the mirror and saw him holding Mi Ke steadily, and the flames of gossip were burning in her heart.

Ahhhhhh, does her brother really have nothing to do with Teacher Lu!!!

She doesn't believe it!

Mi Ke recovered a little, pulled Lu Yansheng's sleeve, and said to him: "Let me down, otherwise I will be unable to explain it clearly if I am seen."

Lu Yansheng did not let go and said confidently: "No."

After hearing this, Gu Xiangxing took off his windbreaker and covered Mike from head to toe.

Le Xia also understood it very well. She took out her glasses, hat and mask from her bag, wrapped herself tightly, put on her headphones and moved it to the corner, and looked like "I am not the same group as the two people in front."

They were lucky, and the elevator went down the road without stopping.

When he arrived at the underground garage, Gu Xiangxing went to drive the car over. Lu Yansheng took Mi Ke into the car, and Le Xia followed him into the passenger seat.

"Miss Le," Gu Xiangxing said while driving, "There is a thermometer in the drawer in front of you. Take it out and measure Mi Ke's temperature."

Le Xia nodded, took it out and turned around and handed it to Mike.

Mike was already in a semi-coma. Lu Yansheng took it, then pressed the thermometer on his forehead, and after measuring, he said, "398 degrees."

Le Xia wanted to shed tears again, and she whispered to Han Yang, "Han Pai, bastard!"

The car was quiet. When Lu Yansheng heard her scolding, he looked up at her. Lexia paused, and couldn't help it. He complained: "My brother has only slept for two or three hours a week. Han Yang arranged a lot of itineraries for his brother. He had to run both ends and had no time to rest."

Fatigue has been accumulated in my body, and until today I was soaked in water for two hours, and finally broke out.

Lu Yansheng didn't say anything, and looked down at Mike again.

Mike's breathing was very heavy, and the breath he exhaled was hot. He seemed very uncomfortable and felt cold, and he wanted to curl up.

Lu Yansheng was silent for a few seconds, pulled Miko back into his arms, put his face on his chest, and then shook the thin blanket and covered him.
Chapter completed!