Heartthrob's Guide to Rollovers

The dull pain from the torrential rain was already numb, and the tense spirit gradually relaxed after the filming, and the body lost its strength and leaned back. I thought I would be planted in puddles and mud, but I didn't expect to fall into a warm and dry place. In the arms of the man, the downpour was blocked by the umbrella held by the man.

It's Si Mingxiu.

He looked up, only to see a tight jaw line, which showed how angry the manager was with his stubborn death behavior, but even so, he still bent down to hug him and get out of the predicament in front of him.

Yue Ci interrupted his movement by raising his hand, shook his head with a smile, and stood up slowly supporting the other's shoulder: "I'm fine, let's go, go back to the studio."

……

The scene finally achieved satisfactory results. A group of people watched the staff slowly move the props back, and the hillside not far away returned to its original appearance again, but it felt like a world away.

Yue Ci took the change of clothes from Chen Yuan, and while wiping his hair, he went to Fang Zhonggui to watch the replay. A gust of cool wind came in from the door, and he couldn't help sneezing. He shook his head and continued to look at the screen disapprovingly. .

"you caught a cold."

Fang Zhonggui frowned, picked up the steaming ginger soup on the table next to him and handed it to him, then turned to his assistant Xiao Yang, "Close the door and get some cold medicine."

"I'm fine." Yue Ci took a sip of ginger soup very naturally, and comforted him: "It's fine to go back to the night and sweat, and continue to watch the replay."

Fang Zhonggui was about to speak, but he sneezed involuntarily.

Yue Ci immediately couldn't help laughing: "Okay, there's no need to say anything, the two of us are hard brothers."

When Si Mingxiu came in carrying the medicine bag, he heard these words, his eyes swept across the faces of the two people, and his eyes were slightly focused.

Because there was no change of clothes, Fang Zhonggui chose a dark red satin shirt with a similar figure in the costumes of the crew. It was a rare bright color. He rubbed his nose, and the corners of his eyes were red because he had just sneezed. The tears in his eyes, that handsome face that was usually breezy and bright, became a little more beautiful, and when he stood with Yue Ci, there were five points similar to each other.

He had never paid attention to Fang Zhonggui's appearance. Now that he looked at it inch by inch, he couldn't help but feel a huge wave in his heart, like...there is indeed a subtle similarity. To achieve the effect of real ones!

Is this a coincidence?

Jiang Zhilin's face suddenly flashed across Si Mingxiu's mind, those phoenix eyes exactly the same as Fang Zhonggui's, and an extremely absurd but very convincing idea suddenly surged up, firmly entrenched in his heart.

……

The root cause of the disease left by the original body was finally triggered by the torrential rain. That night, Yueci had a fever in a daze. His body was heavy and he lay on the bed as if he had been poured with lead, unable to move. Even his consciousness began to blur. , but can vaguely feel that someone around him is taking care of him.

"Fortunately, it was delivered in time. There is nothing serious. The fever will subside when the medicine takes effect." The doctor glanced at the thermometer, then looked at the man standing beside the bed, standing straight like a sculpture, with a stern face. He gave some precautions, rubbed the frozen goosebumps on his body, and walked out impatiently.

When the sound of closing was heard, Fang Zhonggui's eyes slowly shifted to Yueci's sleeping face, and the clenched fists were slowly released.

Almost... He was about to make an irreversible mistake because of his recklessness.

Until now, the scene three years ago is still fresh in my memory.

The night before, he fell into a deep sleep late at night because of reading the script. When he opened his eyes the next day, he found that the phone was out of battery and turned off. After turning it on, there were dozens of missed calls and a text message: "Mr. gone."

When he arrived, all he saw was a cold corpse. The man on the hospital bed was lying there quietly, with his hands on his sides. The unrestrained smile of the past clearly told him that this body had lost its vitality.

He clearly realized that there would be no Qi Yi Nian in the world from now on.

So when Yue Ci was lying on the hospital bed, he felt like falling into an ice cave, and the fear of losing him suddenly overwhelmed him, making him lose his composure on the spot. It was not until the doctor's diagnosis that he realized that he had overreacted.

Watching Yue Ci's feverish flushed cheeks and steady breathing, Fang Zhonggui walked to his bed, knelt down on one knee, and gently held the young man's hand, careful not to wake him up, his movements were pious and focused.

He was still alive, right in front of him, and even the sound of breathing could be heard clearly.This realization made Fang Zhonggui's lips curl up, and he was more satisfied than the film he directed had won an international award.

The flat and comfortable atmosphere of the room was broken in the next second. A hurried figure crossed the corridor and slammed the door of the ward with a loud noise. Maoyan quickly scanned around the ward, and fixed on the entangled hands of Yue Ci and Fang Zhonggui in front of the bed, his face was even more ugly.

"Take it easy, he's sleeping." Fang Zhonggui reminded lightly, put Yueci's hand back, tucked in the quilt, and stood up calmly.

Lu Xi ignored it, and stepped forward to stroke Yue Ci's forehead first, then glanced at the name on the hanging bottle, his ugly face eased slightly, and when he switched to Fang Zhonggui, his tone was full of gunpowder: "Fang Zhonggui The director's attitude of pursuing perfection is admirable, but in the future, can you consider the actor's physical endurance before making a decision, Yue Ci's small body can't withstand such a harsh squeeze from the director."

Fang Zhonggui's eyes were dark, and the other party's words hit his sore spot. It was because he fell into a madness during filming and ignored it. For the most perfect effect, Yueci repeatedly fell in the rain for two hours, which led to this serious illness.

Looking at the young man's pale cheeks with closed eyes, his heart was throbbing, and he said hoarsely, "It's my fault."

Lu Xi was unmoved at all, he received news today that Yue Ci had filmed a scene in the middle of the night in the heavy rain last night, and today he was so burned that he was unconscious, and at that time his lungs were about to explode with anger, and he couldn't even care about the relationship with Luoyang. Asking for leave, I rushed over in a hurry, just wanting to scold this idiot for not being smart enough to take care of himself.

Now that the culprit is seen, even the friendship of old friends has been forgotten, and the address has been changed from Second Brother Fang to Director Fang. How can such anger be calmed by an apology?

He sneered: "I hope Director Fang will learn a lesson."

He also ordered the assistant who came in behind: "Go and transfer Yueci to another hospital. The medical environment here is too bad. Transfer him to the private hospital of Fu's family."

"No." Fang Zhonggui interrupted. Lu Xi's possessiveness towards Yue Ci is like a child guarding a toy, not allowing anyone to get close to his hands. It is childish and reckless, which is a headache. He asked back under the vigilant eyes of the other party. : "You took him to a private hospital, have you thought about how to explain to the third master?"

Explain to the third master.

Lu Xi's back stiffened immediately, and then his cold gaze shot towards Fang Zhonggui like a sharp sword, and he sneered like a cat barking its teeth: "Don't worry, my uncle won't care about such trivial matters!"

don't care?

The confrontation with the clubhouse that day has still left Fang Zhonggui with lingering fears. A scheming fox like Mr. Fu even faintly reveals a bit of possessiveness in his attitude when facing Yueci. It is the milk cat like Lu Xi. The momentum is completely incomparable. It seems that he is very concerned about Yueci, so how can he give up easily.

If it is sent to the private hospital of Fu's family right now, wouldn't it be putting the meat on the chopping board and letting the other party do whatever they want!

But this kind of thing, of course, can't be told to Lu Xi. Even though the young man seems to be much more stable than before, he is still too young, especially when he encounters something about Yueci, he will explode. If he knows this, he will only Backfired.

"If you insist that the environment here is not good, you can transfer to the Imperial Capital Central Hospital. It happens that there are people in the Fang family, so you can take care of them nearby." Fang Zhonggui thought for a moment, then backed down a step, and after he finished speaking, he glanced at Lu Xi, and said lightly: " But Fu’s private hospital, no.”

"You don't need to agree to this matter." Lu Xi crossed his arms in disapproval, and said sharply to the point: "You are just the director of his work, and you have no right to interfere with these private matters in life."

Fang Zhonggui's face was slightly condensed, and his voice was calm: "Then, in what capacity do you want to transfer him to another hospital?"

"Why are you arguing?" Si Mingxiu walked in, his eyes rolled between the two of them, and he sneered on his cold face: "I'm his manager, whether to transfer or not, I'll make the decision."

The atmosphere in the ward became quiet after these words sounded, it could even be called complete silence.

Yes, why are they arguing? One of them is a friend and the other is a director at work. In the final analysis, neither of them has an upright status in Yueci's private affairs, so that they can make decisions with confidence.

In the end, it was the agent who had the upper hand.

The two looked at each other, turned their heads away, and glared at Si Mingxiu at the same time.

Yue Ci fell into a drowsy sleep, when he heard buzzing in his ears, he moved his fingers, opened his dry eyes, and saw a group of men standing by the bed, all of them with serious expressions , as if he died again.

"What's the matter?" he asked, his voice hoarse.

The three men looked over at the same time.

Fang Zhonggui looked relaxed and smiled slightly: "It's okay, you have a fever, you are in the hospital."

Lu Xi raised his eyebrows and snorted coldly: "Everyone around you is dead? Even you can't take care of them well. Is there any need to stay?"

Si Mingxiu, who was ridiculed, glanced at him indifferently, ignored him, and put the thermos box in his hand on the bedside table: "Come and eat when you're hungry."

Yueci blinked, his chaotic brain gradually came to his senses, and without breaking a sweat, he said with a smile, "I'm really hungry. I'm going to be full so I can go to work with strength."

Several people looked at him at the same time: "What kind of job do you have, take care of your illness!"

……

I thought the cold would be cured in a day or two, but it took a full week for the fever to get better. The tired and weak body made Yueci temporarily die and return to the heart of the crew, and stayed in the hospital to recover from his illness.

On the eighth day, his condition improved. Finally, when he could not bear the pungent smell of disinfectant in the hospital and his bones were rusted, he decisively asked to be discharged from the hospital and go home to recuperate. The protests of others were ineffective.

Standing at the door of the hospital, breathing the long-lost fresh air, watching Chen Yuan busily carrying a suitcase, the corners of Yue Ci's mouth slightly raised, feeling the long-lost freedom.

The next moment, several black cars stopped in front of them, and a group of men in black got out of the car and surrounded them. The leading man gave a slight signal to Yue Ci, and said coldly: "Mr. Yue, the Patriarch ordered me to pick you up."

Yue Ci knew him, and so did Chen Yuan, the man who had a physical conflict with Chen Yuan in the box that day.

The smile on Yue Ci's face froze slightly, and he turned to look at Chen Yuan: "What day is it today?"

Chen Yuan said weakly: "No. 7."

It happened to be the invitation sent by Fu Peiyuan, and the time was set, although Yue Ci never thought of going to the appointment from the beginning.