I earn merit in the entertainment industry

Zhou Jingyun looked at the young man who had just gotten into the car and turned around.

My hair, shirt, trouser legs, and shoes were all wet from head to toe.

On such a cold day, wearing only a shirt and going out in the rain to dig out the sewers, only this little idiot can do it, right?

Zhou Jingyun took one last look at Zhan Haiyang's lips that were blue from the cold, and scolded him angrily, "Hurry up and put on your clothes."

The wet young man trembled slightly and raised his arms in embarrassment.

"I accidentally got my shirt wet just now. Didn't Sister Lan say this dress is expensive? Don't get your clothes wet too."

"Anyway, there's a heater in the car. We'll be at the dormitory soon. I'll go back and take a hot shower and change clothes directly."

The man followed his movements and looked.

Not only did he see a wet sleeve, but he also saw a bright blood stain.

It wasn't a fight, so why did he come back injured?

Zhou Jingyun raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's wrong with your arm?"

Zhan Haiyang bent his arms and looked down in confusion.

Only then did he realize that there was a shallow bloody mouth on his right arm.

Looking back, when he was removing the blockage just now, his arm seemed to have been scratched by a thick branch.

The wound looked quite long, but it wasn't actually deep.

And now the temperature is too low, the blood has basically coagulated, and he barely feels anything.

If Zhou Jingyun hadn't asked, he wouldn't have noticed.

"It's okay, just go back and get some water to rinse it off later."

Zhan Haiyang retracted his arm indifferently.

Zhou Jingyun looked at his calm look, and an unknown fire burst out from nowhere.

His thin lips parted slightly, and he burst into sarcasm.

"Do you still think you are quite a hero? The princess carried the girl through the puddles, and dug out the sewers with her hands."

"Do you know that you are just meddling in other people's business and acting blindly?"

His eyes moved down to the soaked leather shoes and wet trousers on Zhan Haiyang's feet.

"As soon as you walked into the water, you felt like a hero, right?"

"The problem that could have been solved by turning around and changing the route is now worth more than 100,000 yuan in shoes and trousers."

"And your arm, I don't know what it was scratched by. After soaking in such dirty water, you have to go to the hospital for tetanus!"

Every time Zhou Jingyun said something, Zhan Haiyang's head lowered.

His eyes glanced at the young man's hand, which was clenched into a fist and placed on his lap.

It was white and trembling slightly.

Now you know how to pretend to be pitiful?

It was as if someone was bullying him!

Zhou Jingyun became angrier as he spoke, and finally added another sentence.

"If the sewer is blocked, aren't there cleaners and firefighters? Why are you rushing down there?"

Zhan Haiyang lowered his head, hearing the man's merciless scolding in his ears.

In comparison, it was much warmer in the car, but he still felt a little cold.

I still overestimated the physical fitness of this body!

He bit his lip lightly, not convinced by what Zhou Jingyun said in his heart.

He didn't want to show off, or get out of the car to dig out the sewers to be a hero.

When something happens, someone has to do it.

He is going to be wet anyway, wouldn't it be nice to help others so that one less person gets their shoes wet?

"Even if firefighters and cleaners go to dig it out, they will feel cold!"

Who doesn’t know that you are blessed with good things, so why are firefighters supposed to do the dirty work?

They are not robots, and they are not fools.

Just putting on this uniform means taking on this responsibility.

The little idiot still dares to talk back?

Zhou Jingyun almost laughed out loud when he heard his muttering.

"I'll go dig it out, at least I'll have some protective gear. Who's like you, just wear a shirt and go?"

"If you go, don't tremble here. It's annoying to death."

Zhan Haiyang was not convinced either. If it wasn't too cold, he wouldn't want to shiver.

This makes him look so unattractive!

Isn't it his fault for breaking his leather shoes and pants?

As long as he has a lot of debt, he can just work and repay the money. Isn't it just over 100,000 yuan?

Woohoo, he doesn't even have a new job for the time being. One hundred thousand is actually a lot.

Sister Lan will definitely scold him to death later.

Zhan Haiyang looked at his shoes in frustration.

What kind of leather and what kind of craftsmanship, a pair of shoes is so expensive!

The young man with damp hair was complaining when he suddenly felt something being thrown towards him.

Warm and smelling of that person's perfume.

Zhan Haiyang raised his head in shock, pulled the man's clothes off his head, and held them in his hands.

"If you don't put it on quickly, you'll have to waste money to pay for clothes if you get cold and sick."

The man tilted his head and didn't even look this way.

Zhan Haiyang was stunned for two seconds, with a silly and trusting smile on his lips.

Mr. Zhou scolded him harshly, but he still felt sorry for him.

He held clothes made of warm and comfortable fabrics, and the parts of his body that came into contact with the clothes immediately felt warm.

The grievance I felt when I was scolded just now disappeared immediately.

The young man had a shy face, leaned slightly, and was testing life and death on the verge of being deducted from his wages:

"Why are you so embarrassed? Boss, aren't you cold?"

"Besides, if it gets wet, I won't have to pay more."

This is a typical example of getting a bargain but still being nice!

Zhou Jingyun turned around and glared at him.

"If you keep talking nonsense, give me back my clothes."

Zhan Haiyang immediately put on his clothes quickly and said, "Wouldn't that let down the boss's kindness to me?"

In his opinion, the boss only gave him the clothes to wear because the clothes were not borrowed from a brand, and if they were dirty, they would be sent for dry cleaning.

It's not more expensive than compensating 100,000 yuan.

Zhou Jingyun watched his movements, the corners of his lips curled up almost imperceptibly.

He couldn't bear to wear a set of clothes costing one hundred thousand yuan and get wet in the rain.

He didn't feel bad about getting S's winter limited-edition coat dirty.

Zhan Haiyang put on his boss's clothes and awkwardly handed over the coat he was wearing.

Zhou Jingyun reached out to take it, but only put it on his lap.

"When you get back later, remember to take care of your wounds."

Zhan Haiyang didn't pay attention and focused on answering.

"It's really okay. This wound looks big, but it's not—"

Zhou Jingyun interrupted him, "Is there no medicine? I remember that there should be a medicine box in the duty room of your dormitory."

Probably because Zhou Jingyun's tone was much gentler than before, Zhan Haiyang unconsciously relaxed his vigilance.

He accidentally said the truth, "It's so late, so this little thing won't disturb others' sleep."

Zhou Jingyun nodded and did not persuade him again.

He raised his chin and said directly to the driver in front of him, "Drive directly back to my place."

Zhan Haiyang was startled when he heard Zhou Jingyun continue saying without refusal, "I have a medicine box at home. You can apply the medicine before going back."

He met the man's eyes, and his words of rejection were choked in his throat.

Okay, isn't it just a matter of applying some medicine?

Is he still afraid?