He Chenfeng stood in front of the microphone and said with a smile: "In ancient times, when Pan An was described as beautiful, there was a word called 'tossing fruit into a car'. Now, when we describe our brother Chen Yu as beautiful, it is called 'giving a kiss to block Taiwan'."

Zhou Chenyu said with a look of disgust, "What kind of mess are you talking about."

After speaking, he said to the audience: "In ancient times, there was a word called 'Watching and Killing Wei Jie', you can take it easy, I haven't even married a daughter-in-law, but I don't want to die young."

After the two made such a joke, the panic or dissatisfaction of the audience due to the farce just now disappeared immediately.

He Chenfeng laughed: "You are not humble about your appearance."

Zhou Chenyu also laughed loudly: "That's it, sinking fish and falling geese."

It's been a long time since he said this word, and Yan Chao in the audience couldn't help but startled slightly.

He Chenfeng continued to say, "But you're talking about cross talk, you can't just rely on your face, you have to be really knowledgeable."

What they are talking about today is "Eight Great Auspiciousness", mainly discussing the writing method of the eight characters in it. He Chenfeng's words meant that he was about to get into work.

The overall unboxing performance of Liao Fengxuan is no different than their individual specials. The duration of each show is strictly controlled, so the rhythm of the two people this time is also very tight. work.

At such a critical juncture, Yan Chao didn't have the heart to listen to the lively cross talk. He just stared at the person on the stage involuntarily, feeling that every move, every smile, and every move of the other party was affecting his heartstrings.

Zhou Chenyu still had a smile on her face at the moment, and she was still holding it firmly, and the audience under the stage couldn't see that something was wrong.

But Yan Chao was already very familiar with Zhou Chenyu's daily movements and micro-expressions. At this moment, he always felt that today's Zhou Chenyu didn't look the same as usual, and he seemed to have a strong sense of strength.

As if verifying his conjecture, Yan Chao saw Zhou Chenyu talking, and involuntarily put his hands on the table, as if trying to support his body.

When the two said the seventh word, he didn't know if Yan Chao had taken his eyes off it, he felt that Zhou Chenyu was already swaying a bit on the stage.

After saying a few more words, he saw He Chenfeng stretch out his hand from behind, and quickly and covertly gave Zhou Chenyu a hand.

It was this moment that made him almost certain that something must have happened to Zhou Chenyu.

His heart lifted again in an instant, and without thinking, he subconsciously stood up from his seat, and before even buttoning his suit, he quickly walked backstage.

The backstage booth was guarding a group of staff members, all with anxious expressions on their faces. At the first sight of his menacing posture, they were all startled.

Yan Chao was too lazy to talk nonsense, and asked directly, "How sick is he?"

Everyone looked at each other for a second, and then saw a young assistant open the mouth with a sad face: "Before I took the stage, I had a high fever of forty degrees..."

Yan Chao's complexion suddenly sank, and he turned to look in front of the stage, only to see that their cross talk was finally finished, and the two bowed together and got off the stage.

Then Yan Chao could clearly see that as soon as Zhou Chenyu walked behind the curtain, the smile on his face disappeared instantly, he subconsciously frowned, and his face was almost transparent.

He Chenfeng stretched out his hand to support him, and swayed off the stage.

As soon as he saw Yan Chao, Zhou Chenyu's eyes that were already in a trance instantly lit up: "Are you here?"

Yan Chao's heart was full of mixed feelings, and he subconsciously stretched out his hand to Zhou Chenyu.

Zhou Chenyu rushed towards him as if he had met a life-saving straw, and in the next second, Yan Chao hugged him in his arms.

Zhou Chenyu fell completely unprepared, making Yan Chao a little unresponsive for a while, but fortunately, he was strong enough to catch the sudden attack stably.

The person in his arms was very heavy, as if he had put all his strength on Yan Chao's body. With a scorching sensation from his palm and body, Yan Chao suddenly realized something and patted it lightly. Him: "Zhou Chenyu?"

The person in his arms was soft and completely unconscious.

Chapter 78 Fortune

In the quiet ward, the doctor looked at the incandescent light on the ceiling and glanced at the thermometer in his hand: "The fever has subsided. After this injection, hang another bottle of anti-inflammatory medicine."

After he said that, he put away the thermometer, glanced at the list in his hand, raised his head again, and asked Zhou Chenyu on the hospital bed, "Have you been coughing for such a serious bronchitis for a long time?"

Seeing Zhou Chenyu giggling and laughing, "It didn't take long..."

In a twinkling of an eye, he met Yan Chao's vicious look on the side, Zhou Chenyu pouted and said honestly, "It will only take half a month."

The doctor glanced at him and shook his head helplessly: "You really have a big heart."

As he spoke, he asked him again, "You've already coughed like this, how did you get on stage to perform?"

Zhou Chenyu said, "I took some medicine before going on stage."

The doctor frowned: "Quick-acting antitussive?"

Zhou Chenyu carefully glanced at the doctor, then at Yan Chao, and nodded.

The doctor sighed: "I haven't coughed for more than half an hour, and I have eaten a lot, right? I didn't say that this medicine contains a lot of morphine. do you know?"

Zhou Chenyu smiled helplessly: "I can't help it."

Yan Chao gave him a miserable look, and then asked the doctor, "After he stops taking the medicine, will he have a bad cough again?"

The doctor nodded: "Fortunately, it didn't spread to the lungs this time. It's almost the same after a few days of atomization."

As he said that, he glanced at Yan Chao again: "Remember to tell his family that he will be given more Sydney soup to drink in the past few days to raise his voice. After all, he is the one who depends on this person to eat."

Yan Chao nodded quickly: "I see, thank you doctor."