Rebirth: I have an APP [Entertainment Circle]

Pan Bo was stunned.

Cheng Rong's expression was gloomy: "My brother...it's not easy for him."

Did any stories happen during this?

Pan Bo opened his mouth to ask, but at this moment, Director Zhang walked towards the two from the position of the monitor, Cheng Rong opened the distance between himself and Pan Bo, and the conversation between the two could not continue.

In the subsequent filming, Pan Bo was restless and made several rare mistakes.

Director Zhang's attitude was very good. I don't know if he felt guilty for his teasing just now. He didn't blame Pan Bo much, but just gave him time to recover and adjust as soon as possible.Fortunately, Pan Bo has always had amazing willpower, and he finally finished filming all the scenes today at ten o'clock in the evening.

Putting his clothes back into his private server, Pan Bo hesitated for a moment, and said to his assistant Xiao Liu, "Take me to the hospital."

Wang Jing has already completed the operation. Because she is too young, she has been in the hospital for observation and postoperative care.Counting the days, almost half a month has not passed by Pan Bo.

The hospital at night is no longer noisy during the day, but the same people are still coming and going.The nanny's car drove past the emergency room and stopped outside the gate of the inpatient department.

Pambora opened the door, said "I'll go back by myself", and slammed the door back.

The inpatient department is quieter than the outside. The dim lights are always on, but there is no voice of speaking. Occasionally, one or two people walk in the corridor, but they are also in a state of tiptoe, fearing to disturb the patients who are hospitalized.

When he reached the door of Wang Jing's ward, Pan Bo realized that the lights in the room had been turned off long ago, and it was completely dark inside. He didn't know what was going on.

Guessing that the family of three might have fallen asleep, Pan Bo hesitated for a moment, but he still didn't knock on the door, and turned around to prepare to come back tomorrow.

"Pan Bo!" A small voice stopped him. Pan Bo looked back and found that it was Wang Desheng wearing slippers. With a quick glance, Pan Bo saw that his face was covered with stubble, and he was much haggard.

"Teacher." Pan Bo stood still, watching Wang Desheng approach and smelling the strong smell of smoke on his body.

Wang Desheng's eyes were very strange. He stared at Pan Bo for a while, and then suddenly heaved a heavy sigh.

Pan Bo's heart suddenly became cold.It seems that the teacher already knows the big disturbance he caused.

Wang Desheng led Pan Bo outside. The two of them didn't take the elevator. They walked down one step at a time, until they arrived at the yard illuminated only by scattered street lights.

Pan Bo followed behind, feeling like his heart was sinking all the way down the stairs.He regarded Wang Desheng as respected as his father, but looking at Wang Desheng's expression at this moment, he knew that this teacher he respected and loved was very dissatisfied with his behavior this time.

Wang Desheng sat down on the edge of the flower bed, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. The orange-red flame flickered on and off in the dark night, and he exhaled the acrid smoke for several rounds before he quietly asked: "Why?" Never heard you say that?"

Pan Bo's heart was clenched into a ball, as if he was still that well-behaved student, he lowered his head and replied, "Just these few days..."

Wang Desheng took a few more puffs of his cigarette and asked, "Is he the boss of your company? If this is the case, it shouldn't have any impact on your work, right?"

Wang Desheng heard nurses, patients and family members discussing this matter in the hospital today. He couldn't understand the words "Weibo", "Hot Search", and "Banned". He only knew that his student had done something earth-shattering. If you fail to do so, you may lose your job.

Pan Bo's heart warmed up, his eyes suddenly became sore, and his head lowered: "There should be, but it's okay..." He had already made mental preparations.

A palm slapped him on the back suddenly, Pan Bo was startled, and his back, which was originally a bit hunched, straightened up all of a sudden.

"The back is straight." Wang Desheng pressed the cigarette butt into the black soil, breathed out the last smoke ring, and said, "No matter what happens next, the back is straight."

"Teacher..." Pan Bo lost control all of a sudden, his voice choked with sobs.

He is ready.He was prepared to be scolded by Wang Desheng when he came to the hospital, he was prepared to be questioned by Wang Desheng about his reasons, and he was even prepared for how he would continue to support Wang Jing's medical expenses if Wang Desheng did not want to associate with him from now on.

But Wang Desheng didn't ask anything, which made him unbearable.

Pan Bo raised his arm and wiped it on his face, and gave a heavy "hmm".

Wang Desheng patted him on the shoulder, his tone pretending to be brisk: "Why are you crying? Isn't this a good thing?"

Pan Bo cried so hard that he couldn't get his breath out. It took him a long time to recover, but his eyes and nose were red from crying.

He asked in a strong nasal voice, "How is Wang Jing doing?"

A smile appeared on Wang Desheng's face, and his vicissitudes of life became radiant: "Everything is good, very good! The prescription you brought back is very effective. The doctor in the expert group even copied a copy and said that he will go back and study it to see if it can be used." Promoted to other patients with neuroblastoma."

"That's good." Putting his heart back into his stomach, Pan Bo also showed a smile on his face.

Three days later, "The Boxer" was officially wrapped, and the film's promotional poster was released together with the news of the wrapping.

On the poster, Cheng Rong shielded his cheeks with both fists, and stared at the front with covetous eyes, taking up two-thirds of the screen. Pan Bo turned his back to reveal half of his profile face, with his left hand raised in the air. Against the backdrop of his eyes, people couldn't see clearly what emotion was in his slightly narrowed left eye.

Wen Chengyu saved the poster, and only captured Pan Bo's part as a phone screensaver.

He held the phone farther away, and his eyes moved back and forth between the phone and Pan Bo in front of him. Pan Bo blushed, and then he put down the phone and hugged Pan Bo into his arms.

Pan Bo froze, and raised his hands high: "I have flour on my hands, be careful not to get it on you."

Today is a rest day, the two of them stayed at home and made noodles, and invited Cheng Rong and Sheng Ming, but Cheng Rong flew to Paris to watch the show, and only Sheng Ming would arrive in half an hour.

Wen Chengyu supported Topan Bo's elbow with his hand, but he straddled his long legs and sat directly on Pan Bo's thigh, while pressing the other hand on the side of Pan Bo's face, he used his body to completely push Pan Bo Circled under his body.

Originally, it was supposed to be a shy sitting posture, but Wen Chengyu insisted on sitting with a majestic aura, and when his two thighs were clamped, Pan Bo was tightly locked in the middle.

Pan Bo's face was blushing, and he raised his hands a little higher: "Don't make trouble! Sheng Ming will come over later!"

The corner of Wen Chengyu's mouth curled up, and he moved closer to Pan Bo: "Then you have to raise your hands, and don't rub the flour on me."

The face was getting closer and closer, so close that Pan Bo's eyes were out of focus, he closed his eyes slightly, and felt the soft lips sticking to his face.A soft and sweet warmth welled up from the bottom of his heart, he opened his lips lightly, feeling the other party's breath filling his entire mouth,

The passionate emotion in his chest was about to make him explode, Pan Bo's breathing became more and more rapid, and his vision became more and more blurred...

"Open your mouth, take a breath." A sexy bass sounded in his ears, Pan Bo got a reminder before he suddenly realized, and gasped violently.

Wen Chengyu pressed a light kiss on the corner of his mouth, and said a little funny: "Why can't you learn to breathe every time?"

Pan Bo resumed his breathing, but his face was still red as hell. He found that his hands had wrapped around Wen Chengyu's neck at some point, and the white flour on his hands had stained the other's head and face. He hurriedly raised his hands up again, and spoke Said: "You are all dirty."

"It's okay." Wen Chengyu patted it nonchalantly, and didn't bother.

So when Sheng Ming entered the door, he found that Wen Chengyu who opened the door had white powder all over his head, and behind him, Pan Bo was standing at the dining table, still kneading soft dough.

"It's very intense at first sight." He clicked his tongue twice, changed his slippers and entered the room.

Wen Chengyu threw him a bottle of mineral water, sat back at the dining table, and watched Pan Bo knead the dough without doing anything.

Pan Bo felt embarrassed when he saw Sheng Ming hanging out on the sofa, and he felt guilty, and said to Wen Chengyu, "You guys chat, I'll be fine soon."

Wen Chengyu didn't move.

Sheng Ming made a "cut" sound, showing contempt on his face: "I have discovered that a cycad tree that has not bloomed for a thousand years will get tired of it more than anyone else once it comes to spring."

Wen Chengyu didn't turn his head, and snorted, "Then what are you and Cheng Rong? The thousand-year-old monster has moved Fanxin?"

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