Mr. Bo, my wife is going on a date with someone again.

The flying pills rolled to the ground, and Ji Siyuan's hand hung in the air, maintaining the same posture as before.

His eyes followed Bo Jingzhou's movement. The light and shadow in his eyes were dark, and all his emotions were hidden deep in those dark pupils. "Brother, why don't you take medicine? Is it..."

Know what?

Ji Siyuan paused, but in the end he didn't ask directly: "You don't think the medicine tastes good?"

Bo Jingzhou was making a call on his mobile phone. When he heard his question, he turned his head, and his cold and stern eyes fell from his face to his feet: "I can't die of my illness without taking medicine for a while. Are you blind or have something wrong with your brain? Can’t you see the broken glass on the ground? Even if you can’t see it, you can’t even feel the pain?”

He frowned as he looked at the blood seeping out from Ji Siyuan's feet. The carpet was stained by him.

After the call was connected, Bo Jingzhou turned around again, his voice changed from the cold tone before, "Doctor Zhou, this is Lu Yanchi. Please come over. Siyuan's foot is injured."

"Well, I was hit by the glass and bled a lot. It's probably a bit serious."

Ji Siyuan's tight lips curled up a little, and the pent-up anger in his heart dissipated, "Brother, are you caring about me?"

He stood up and was about to walk towards Bo Jingzhou. As soon as he stepped on his feet, the glass shards he stepped on dug deeper into his flesh, "Ah."

He screamed in pain and fell back onto the sofa.

Ji Siyuan looked at Bo Jingzhou, and the gloomy mood in his original mood instantly subsided, like a well-coated cat, docile and without any aggression.

"Brother, I'm sorry. It's my fault. I shouldn't have doubted you. I was just afraid..."

He lowered his head, like a child who had done something wrong, feeling wronged and guilty.

Bo Jingzhou hung up the phone, raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows, and then sighed after a long while: "What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid you don't want me."

The first time he met Bo Jingzhou was in the orphanage. That day, he was dressed like a little prince, his whole body was shining, and he was completely out of tune with the dilapidated orphanage.

The couple of the Bo family wanted to talk to the dean about something, so they sent him to play by himself. But for some reason, he, who was always withdrawn, saw Bo Jingzhou's leaving figure and followed him secretly: "Brother, can you adopt me? "

Bo Jingzhou had a cold and arrogant temper at a young age. When he heard the voice, he refused without even turning his head: "No."

The doctor came quickly. After examining his injury, he said, "Master Ji, you need to pick out the glass shards from the flesh first, but your wound is a bit deep and it may be very painful."

"Okay, please, Dr. Zhou."

The doctor first used hydrogen peroxide to clean the blood stains and wounds, and then used tweezers to pick out the glass shards in his feet.

Ji Siyuan, who had been indifferent even when he stepped on the glass, suddenly turned into a weak chicken. As soon as the doctor's tweezers touched the wound, he began to groan in pain.

Bo Jingzhou had a headache after hearing this. He was afraid that he would do something drastic again, so he said to Ji Siyuan's screams of pain one after another: "I'm going to the balcony to smoke a cigarette."

After a pause, he added: "He is afraid of pain. Doctor Zhou, please give him an anesthetic."

……

After recording the program, Shen Wanci came out of the TV station with everyone, "Director Yu, Mr. Xu, thank you very much for today."

Although it didn't matter whether these people believed in her appraisal results or not, she didn't want anyone to throw dirt on her career. This was her hobby and dream. Even if she had to give it up temporarily, she still wanted to have a clean record.

Director Yu: "You're welcome, it's just a little effort. Lao Xu and I were bored, so we came to join in the fun."

Shen Wanci knew that things were definitely not as simple as he said. This was a recording of a program, not just watching the fun in the square. He could come and leave as he pleased. The audience in the audience had already made reservations and needed an invitation letter to enter. .

But there were too many people talking at the entrance of the TV station, so it was difficult to ask in detail: "Director Yu, Mr. Xu, if it's convenient, let's have a midnight snack together."

Curator Yu patted her shoulder: "Next time, forget it this time, we have just confirmed your identification results. Although the bronze is indeed fake, we have a clear conscience, but if someone sees us walking away If you are not close, it is inevitable that some bad rumors will arise against you. Even if you are upright and are not afraid of slanted shadows, it will be difficult to explain."

"Director Yu..." Shen Wanci hesitated and glanced at Mr. Xu beside him.

Mr. Xu was a good person, so when he saw her like this, he found an excuse and left first.

When there were only two of them at the door, Shen Wanci said with a serious face: "Director Yu, I want to ask you something..."

After getting the answer, she thanked Director Yu, watched him get into the car, and turned around to leave.

As soon as she sat in the cab, she received a call from Qin Yuezhi. As soon as she answered the call, her energetic voice came: "Honey, congratulations, you actually appeared on TV, that scene slapped you in the face It's really exciting. Also, is that host sick? She's so squeezing, look at the questions she asked, she clearly wants to step on you to gain ratings for the show."

"I'm calling you like crazy right now, do you hear me?"

Shen Wanci put his hands on the steering wheel and asked with a narrow smile: "Did you really watch that show?"

There are too many fake treasure appraisal programs of this kind. When Qin Yuezhi first came into contact with this industry, I saw her making complaints every time, saying that she was treating the audience like fools, and her TV probably hadn't been turned on for several years. I don’t know if the projection cloth is bad or not.

"Uh..." Qin Yuezhi lengthened his voice and laughed awkwardly: "I haven't watched the full version, but I have watched your highlight moments. Those people should have been slapped in the face long ago. They didn't even bother recording the show. , for the sake of ratings and professional ethics, we don’t care.”

It was a recorded video that someone else sent her.

Shen Wanci asked, not caring whether she was really watching or not: "I didn't hear you calling me, but I heard the DJ playing in the bar."

Qin Yuezhi said excitedly: "I'm in the late night, come here quickly, I'll open a bottle of the most expensive wine in their store for you to celebrate, and I'll make sure the pomp is in place for you."

Shen Wanci: "Are you rich?"

Although Qin Yuezhi is the daughter of a wealthy family, apart from what she earns, the pocket money she gets from her family every month is fixed, which absolutely cannot afford her to drink the most expensive wine in the night.

And her shop is only enough for her to make ends meet.

"To celebrate you, shouldn't Bo Jingzhou's boyfriend pay for it? Put it on his account."

Qin Yuezhi went to Yelan with others. As soon as she finished speaking, someone next to her said, "Mr. Bo, isn't he...missing? Are you willing to charge him to the account, the manager of Yelan?"