I'm in the modeling circle

Chapter 32
Lin Zixuan, after thinking about it, took out the noodles and eggs, turned on the faucet, put half a pot of water in it, gently put it on the induction cooker, waited for the water to boil, put in the noodles, and stirred slowly with chopsticks.

Sitting on the bed, Mu Sheng watched the man's smooth and smooth movements, and felt that they were a bit pleasing to the eye.

And after waiting for 5 minutes, Mu Sheng took out the thermometer and looked at '39 degrees'. He actually had a high fever. No wonder this cold is so uncomfortable, usually it passes after a while.

Lin Zixuan, who was cooking noodles, kept an eye on Mu Sheng from time to time. Seeing that Mu Sheng had already taken out the thermometer, he covered the pot, walked to the bed and stretched out his hand: "Show me."

Seeing this, Mu Sheng immediately handed over the thermometer obediently. The man raised the thermometer and looked at it: "39 degrees, do you want to go to the hospital?"

There was some imperceptible worry in his tone, and the thermometer in his hand still kept the temperature of Mu Sheng's body, as if he could feel the heat of the girl's fair skin through the thermometer.

Upon hearing this, Mu Sheng shook her head violently: "No need, the medical expenses in the hospital here are too expensive."

Hearing this, Lin Zixuan didn't say anything, but nodded lightly, "If you're not well tomorrow, I'll come over and take you to the hospital."

After Lin Zixuan put the thermometer away, he walked back to the simple kitchen and looked at the noodles in the pot. There was only half of the water left.

Pick up the egg placed aside, lightly knock the egg on the table, pick up the egg and pour it into the pot, lightly fall on the surface, and it will be cooked in 1 minute.

Lin Zixuan skillfully picked up the bowl in the disinfection cabinet, slowly poured the noodles and eggs into the bowl, and brought it to the desk.

But Mu Sheng, who was smelling the fragrance, could not wait any longer. Mu Sheng got up and sat on the desk. The noodles in front of her were made very simply, just adding salt and eggs, which was similar to what she usually made.

But it tasted very delicious for no reason, Mu Sheng quickly finished the bowl of noodles in front of her, took out a few tissues to wipe the corners of her mouth, Mu Sheng looked up at Lin Zixuan next to her, her face was a little embarrassed, as if she ate a little too fast up.

Lin Zixuan on the side had already put down the fashion magazine in his hand. Seeing this scene, he felt a little happy for some reason, and what he did today was beyond his imagination

When will I be so kind to bring medicine to others, and when will I take the initiative to cook noodles for a girl I don't know well.

Lin Zixuan, who has a withdrawn personality, also feels that his mind is a bit confused now. He has never been in contact with the relationship between men and women, so he can only call all these unusual actions as sympathy at this moment.

In a foreign country, I met a girl with the same yellow skin, black hair, and black eyes. Maybe it was a pity to see her struggling alone in Paris?
Thinking of this, Lin Zixuan finally found a reason to explain all this, so he stood up and picked up Mu Sheng's bowl and chopsticks, and asked casually, "Is it delicious?"

Hearing this, Mu Sheng smiled embarrassedly and said, "Enen, it's ready, it's delicious! I didn't expect you to be able to cook." The dimples on her cheeks were exposed, small and soft, Lin Zixuan Looking at my heart a little around the corner.

In addition to making him feel a little pity for the girl in front of him, the two dimples on her small face also made him feel a little itchy, what's wrong with him? ! ?
Lin Zixuan suppressed the thoughts in his heart, with a calm expression on his face: "As long as you think it's delicious."

As he spoke, he picked up the medicine and hot water on the table, as if trying to cover up something, he pursed his lips, looked at Mu Sheng seriously and said, "Okay, you're going to take the medicine."

Looking at Lin Zixuan with a serious face in front of him, Mu Sheng seemed to see her mother's shadow in the man for some reason.

Just like when she was a child when she didn't eat obediently, her mother had a serious look on her face. Thinking of this, the corners of Mu Sheng's mouth curled up slightly, and she stretched out her hand to take the medicine and hot water with a smile on her face.

After eating a few pills from Lin Zixuan and drinking a large cup of hot water, I felt my body began to warm up.

Lin Zixuan took Mu Sheng's cup, turned around and put another cup of hot water on the desk, then walked to the sink and started washing the dishes.

Seeing this, Mu Sheng came over and said embarrassedly: "Mr. Lin, don't bother you, let me do it myself." As he said, he wanted to snatch the rag from the man's hand.

The man reacted quickly and dodged, turned his head slightly to look at Mu Sheng, and said indifferently: "No, you are sick, take a good rest." But inexplicably, he felt somewhat uncomfortable with the title of Mr. Lin.

Then he said, "Just call me by my name."

Mu Sheng let out an "ah" and then realized: "Okay."

Mu Sheng, who was robbed of the job of washing dishes, could only sit on the bed and watch Lin Zixuan wash the dishes smoothly.

He also wiped the countertop clean with a rag. Looking at this skillful movement, it seems that Lin Zixuan also cooks by himself at home.

After seeing Lin Zixuan tidying up the kitchen, Mu Sheng stood up and looked at Lin Zixuan cutely, not knowing what to say, after all, they only met two or three times, and Lin Zixuan came to help both times.

Lin Zixuan looked at the girl standing blankly by the bed. At this time, the warm sun outside the window shone slightly on the girl, looking peaceful and beautiful.

Looking up at the clock on the wall, it was almost time: "I should go, you should have a good rest." Saying this, she did not forget to refill Mu Sheng with a cup of hot water.

Mu Sheng came back to his senses: "I'll see you off." Standing up from the bed.

Lin Zixuan took the coat on the shelf, walked to the door, and looked at the girl following behind him: "You can just send it here, and rest before you recover. Call me if you need anything."

Standing by the inner door, Mu Sheng smiled gratefully: "Thank you very much today, if it weren't for you, I don't know what to do. After all, it will be Fashion Week in two days, if my spirit is still so poor If you don't, it will definitely screw up the show."

Lin Zixuan casually glanced at Mu Sheng's dimple, and quickly looked away: "It's a trivial matter."

His tone still carried his own characteristics, as cold as ever.

Seeing Lin Zixuan walking away, Mu Sheng closed the door, and said with a smile: "Mr. Lin doesn't seem to be as withdrawn as in the legend! Sure enough, the rumors are unbelievable!"

Slowly the effect of the medicine came up, and Mu Sheng lay back on the bed, and fell into a deep sleep.

(End of this chapter)