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"Cheng Lang—" Chang Feng suddenly shouted, and sat up from the bed in shock.

He gasped heavily, then tremblingly took out the medicine from the cabinet, took the cold water on the bedside, and drank it down violently.

He staggered to the balcony and opened the curtains. On the balcony on the eighteenth floor opposite, there was still warm yellow light.

That is Cheng Lang's home.

Chang Feng firmly pressed the position of his heart. He felt that his chaotic heartbeat had finally returned to normal. What entered his nasal cavity was the slightly humid air at night, and he suddenly felt that he could breathe.

It was like a dying fish had finally jumped into the water...he survived.

That was his Cheng Lang.

He remembered asking his uncle if it was possible for him to meet Cheng Lang again.

Uncle asked him back then.

"Where do you think people go after death? Is it disappearing or reincarnation."

"……I have no idea."

"The same is true for Cheng Lang, which is unknown."

But God still favored him.

The spicy fish placed in exactly the same way, the silly appearance after entering the water, the wound that does not bleed, the Rubik's cube that was assembled quickly, the physique that does not sweat, and the cake that is forcibly processed is exactly the same as The printed handwriting.

Tell him all the details, Cheng Lang is still there.

Although I still don't know why he survived, why he changed another body, and why he completely forgot about himself.

But Cheng Lang's recovery is already the greatest gift from heaven to him.

All he has to do is to protect Cheng Lang who has come back to life, stay by his side, and never leave him for the rest of his life.

"Brother Changfeng, what are you looking for?" Shi Bai asked suspiciously.

Chang Feng looked away, looked at the script in his hand, and asked casually, "Our actors don't seem to be all here."

Shi Bai stretched his neck to look around, then scratched his head: "It's all here."

Chang Feng frowned: "Not all come."

"It's really neat, brother, we are a small crew, and there will be no situations where big stars play big names. Everyone is very dedicated, and they all came early."

Seeing that Chang Feng still had a cold face, Shi Bai didn't know what to say, so he changed the subject abruptly: "Hey! Brother Chang Feng! Why do you look so good-looking today?! Your hair is also well-groomed! Do you want to see something after the shoot? man."

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Shi Bai felt that Brother Changfeng's face was darker.

Shi Bai sat aside in frustration.Forget it, don't say it, it's wrong to say more.

Chang Feng finally couldn't bear it and asked directly: "...Why didn't Cheng Lang come?"

Shi Bai arrived: "Ah? Brother Changfeng, don't you know? Brother Cheng left early yesterday afternoon, it seems that he was not feeling well, and even asked for today's leave..."

Changfeng's mind was in a mess yesterday, and he went back almost in a daze. He didn't have any part in the scene yesterday, so no one stopped him. Naturally, he didn't know about Cheng Lang's early departure.

Changfeng was stunned for a moment: "...Is he uncomfortable?"

"Well... No one said what's going on, anyway, his face is quite ugly..."

Changfeng suddenly remembered the scene of Cheng Lang retching in the bathroom yesterday afternoon, and his heart tightened suddenly.

...wasn't it cleaned up?

In the past, Cheng Lang and himself attended a party among friends, and they were forced to have a bite of steak. At that time, he was drinking alone in the corner, so he didn't pay much attention.Although he vomited it out later, because of the long time interval, Cheng Lang was so hot after returning home that he almost burned his hands and almost died. He lay down at home for three full days before returning to normal.

I was a little impulsive yesterday, eager to confirm Cheng Lang's identity, so I didn't think too much about it.

Thinking of this, Chang Feng involuntarily squeezed the script in his hand.

He seems to be like this all the time, always going his own way, acting impulsively, never thinking about others... especially Cheng Lang.It was the same when Cheng Lang ate steak at the party. Afterwards, he sneered at Cheng Lang: "Are you mentally retarded? Knowing that you can't eat it, you still eat it?!"

Cheng Lang had just woken up not long ago, his face looked frighteningly white, his eyes were slightly lowered, his voice was a little dry: "...I called you...you ignored me...you said you told me not to trouble you..."

Changfeng frowned: "You blame me?"

"I do not have."

That was the first time they had an argument, and the cold war lasted three hours.It ended with Cheng Lang apologizing to himself.

Chang Feng took a deep breath, his heart was still slightly stuffy, he dropped the script and said to Shi Bai: "Tell the director that I will ask for a day off."

Shi Bai wondered: "The two male protagonists have left, what else is the director going to film, he must be scolding..."

Changfeng took out a card: "The lost wages will be deducted from this card."

As soon as the voice fell, he picked up his coat and left.

Changfeng drove fast all the way, driving at the fastest speed since he just got his domestic driver's license, but he couldn't move when he got downstairs.

...In what capacity did you go there?

Besides, Cheng Lang had already forgotten about him.

"...Mr. Xu?" An uncertain voice suddenly came from behind.

Changfeng turned his head and saw that it was Zhou Lin, Cheng Lang's assistant.

Changfeng glanced at the transparent bag in Zhou Lin's hand without any trace, it was full of mineral water.

That's right, it's the brand of mineral water that the robot Cheng Lang likes.

Zhou Lin asked, "Is Mr. Xu here to see Cheng Lang?"

Changfeng nodded expressionlessly: "I also live in this community, and I just heard that he was sick, so I stopped by to take a look."

Zhou Lin wondered: Shouldn't he be filming in a theater?How could you come over to see the illness of a colleague who has nothing to do with you?But he didn't ask too much. Seeing that most of them are good people in this industry, who can't say polite words, he smiled and said, "Thank you, Mr. Xu. Cheng Lang will be very happy to know that you care about him so much."

The two walked into the building together, and Chang Feng asked, "What's wrong with Cheng Lang?"

Chang Feng asked seemingly casually, but secretly looked at Zhou Lin's face.

Zhou Lin sighed, and seemed very troubled: "Hey... Cheng Lang told me it was an allergy, and I advised him to go to the hospital but he refused to go anyway. I am so worried."

Zhou Lin continued: "Cheng Lang asked me to come over and bring him some water, so I thought about it, and I have to take him to the hospital later... Allergies are big or small. Now I don’t even know about the allergens, if I don’t go to the hospital, what will I do if I get allergic again. He is a star, he has to pay attention to his image, and he has to keep up with the filming progress of the crew..."

Chang Feng's gaze moved away from Zhou Lin's face.He understood in his heart: Zhou Lin didn't know that Cheng Lang was a robot.

It's just that you can't go to the hospital, so he said casually: "If you don't want to go to the hospital, don't go. The allergen should be mango. Just pay attention to it in the future."

Zhou Lin was a little surprised that Changfeng knew about this allergen.

Changfeng explained in a low voice: "Sorry, I gave him the mango cake last night."

After the two went upstairs, Changfeng watched Zhou Lin input the password of Cheng Lang's house very familiarly.

He frowned slightly: "How do you know the password of Cheng Lang's house?"

Zhou Lin was stunned for a moment, but before he could speak, Chang Feng realized the inappropriateness in his tone.

As if expressing the hostility too clearly, Chang Feng lowered his eyes and his voice became flat: "It's my first time doing this job, and I was thinking about whether to give the assistant the house key."

Zhou Lindao: "This still depends on the individual. Some celebrities often can't get through the phone, and they can't see anyone. They can't work normally if they don't provide keys to their assistants. But Cheng Lang has always been serious about his work, just because he was sick yesterday. Just tell me the password."

Oh, the password I just learned yesterday.

Changfeng was in a slightly better mood.

Well, it should be.As a robot, Cheng Lang can't let others know his password at will. What if Cheng Lang happens to be charging and Zhou Lin finds out?

And, most importantly.

He still doesn't know Cheng Lang's password.

After Zhou Lin entered, he knocked on the bedroom door first: "Cheng Lang?"

But after knocking for a long time, there was no response. Zhou Lin turned around in embarrassment and said, "Well, Mr. Xu, Cheng Lang may be too tired and fell asleep..."

Changfeng frowned, could it be a crash?

He strode to the door and said, "I'll go in and see how he's doing."

After speaking, he opened the doorknob.

In the next second, a white body on the bed came into view.