I earn merit in the entertainment industry

Zhou Jingyun regrets it now.

He regretted letting his temper run wild in the car just now and scolded Zhan Haiyang.

He was very happy when he saw the little idiot lowering his head and admitting his mistake, so he cursed him all the way.

But if I had known earlier, his scolding would have awakened the little fool's useless guilt, and he would shamelessly follow him home.

He will definitely tell himself to hold in this breath to death.

So, he could still have a peaceful night after being injured.

Zhan Haiyang was like a follower, following him out of the car, and then followed him to the elevator step by step.

That mouth that was usually clumsy and inarticulate was now chanting the sutra repeatedly.

"Boss, you just said that this is all my fault, so please give me a chance to make up for it!"

"Your right hand has just been splinted. The doctor said you can't move it around or touch the water."

"I promise not to move around and sleep on the sofa in your living room - ah, if you are afraid that I will dirty the sofa, I can just make a bunk on the floor."

"I think it will be as quiet as if it doesn't exist! Boss, just give me a chance to atone for my sins."

Seeing that he had reached the elevator entrance, Zhou Jingyun turned around impatiently and faced Zhan Haiyang.

"I don't need anyone to take care of me at all."

Isn't it just a broken bone?

In fact, even if you don't splint it, as long as you pay attention to protecting the injured area, it will still grow well over time.

Now that it's splinted, there won't be any problems.

"Now can you just go away and let me go home alone and have a good sleep?"

He deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of "a person".

Zhan Haiyang seemed to be deaf and couldn't listen to his words at all.

With a wrinkled face, he approached Zhou Jingyun and continued to chant: "Boss, just let me go!"

"After returning home like this, the guilt in my heart will keep me awake at night."

Suddenly, Zhou Jingyun felt that his head hurt significantly more than his hands.

The man looked up to the sky and let out a sigh of relief.

What evil had he done to sign such an artist who couldn't understand human language?

Zhan Haiyang really felt very embarrassed because he did not handle the relationship with other artists well, which caused the big boss to get hurt.

It is truly an unforgivable sin!

Mr. Zhou is a very venomous person - on the road just now, he was scolded so hard that he couldn't even lift his head - overall he is a very good boss to his employees.

Sister Zian said that for Sister Lan's current medical expenses, they don't need to go through the application process at all. President Zhou specially approved the expedited application for public expense insurance early in the morning.

He must try his best to make up for it!

On the one hand, even if the boss is not short of money, he will buy the nutritional supplements that need to be bought.

On the other hand, it is necessary to take good care of the injured.

He had long known that his boss was a person who didn't care about his body.

Then he has to help pay attention to it and urge his boss to take good care of his injuries.

"Boss, there is no one else at home. If you feel a little unwell at night or have a fever, no one will take care of you."

"When I think of you having a fever all by yourself, without anyone to bring you tea or water, my conscience is really offended."

"Well, you don't want me to enter your house. I remember that the carpet in front of your house is quite big. I will spend the night on that carpet."

"If you feel uncomfortable, I can get there as quickly as possible."

Zhou Jingyun listened to Zhan Haiyang sincerely planning his arrangements for the evening.

Staring at this idiot who described him as a lonely old man, he almost lost control of his temper again.

Why are you pretending to be pitiful? Why are you sleeping on the carpet at the door?

It was early January in City A. I slept at the door all night. Did I want to kill him in front of his door?

If it's not enough to hurt him, don't you want him to be known as abusing employees and make headlines on social media?

He took a deep breath and regained his composure.

You feel guilty, right? You feel sorry for yourself.

You want to come bring tea and water, right?

"Okay, come on, just sleep on the sofa."

Zhou Jingyun turned around, no longer looking at this infuriating thing, and opened the door with a sweep of his face.

So tonight, he will play the role of the evil mother-in-law in a house fighting drama and torture this idiot.

Zhan Haiyang chuckled and quickly followed.

Sure enough, pretending to be pitiful is useful!

His soft-hearted big boss, doesn’t this mean he agrees to sleep on the sofa?

The two of them entered the elevator one after another with their own plans.

The driver sitting in the driving seat had a troubled expression.

Through the front windshield of the car, he watched the two people disappearing into the elevator buckle, and thought for a long time.

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Back on the flat floor, Zhou Jingyun unceremoniously directed Zhan Haiyang around.

First, he was asked to get slippers and make tea, and then he was asked to mop the already smooth and mirror-like floor again.

When Zhan Haiyang mopped the living room again, he came up with a new trick.

"I want to take a bath, come here and help."

The temperature in City A is low in winter, so Zhou Jingyun doesn't take a shower every day, but today he had a thrilling run in the underground garage and sweated a lot.

Besides, I just went to the hospital for a walk, and I smelled a lot of disinfectant.

Even though the smell had dissipated now, he still felt sick in his heart.

Zhan Haiyang had just finished mopping the floor and was going to pour himself a glass of hot water. When he heard what he said, he was immediately stunned.

"Didn't the doctor say to try not to expose the wound to water?"

"I just want to wash it, what's wrong?"

Zhou Jingyun put down Erlang's legs and gave him a provocative look.

"Didn't you say you would help me? Just be careful not to get wet."

Zhan Haiyang choked and saw clearly the expression on Zhou Jingyun's face that he would not give up until he achieved his goal.

After struggling for a few seconds, he simply gave up the persuasion.

Tonight he was extremely courageous and disobeyed Zhou Jingyun many times.

He highly doubted that if he dared to say no to the boss again, the boss would throw him out with his shoes.

Okay, later he will get a plastic bag or something, wrap a pack of splints and bandages, and try not to get the wound wet.

"Let's go then. Do you have plastic wrap at home? I can help you wrap the splint position?"

This time, Zhou Jingyun was stunned.

He originally deliberately asked the little fool to help him take a bath, to embarrass him.

This little idiot has been giving him a hard time all night, so he has to retaliate, right?

But looking at Zhan Haiyang's attitude, is he really planning to take a bath for himself?

This is not good!

Did he forget that the two of them almost made a discordant transaction last time?

Zhan Haiyang saw that Zhou Jingyun didn't say anything, and his face also showed a hesitant expression.

An idea flashed in his mind. Mr. Zhou didn't know if he had plastic wrap at home, right?

People who don’t cook generally won’t notice these things.

Zhan Haiyang no longer waited for an answer, turned around and walked to the kitchen crisply, "It doesn't matter, I'll go look for it myself."

Within a few minutes, the young man came back happily with a roll of unopened plastic wrap.

"As soon as I opened the door, I found it. It was new and unused."

"Come here, Mr. Zhou, let me wrap your hands so they won't get wet when you take a shower."