If you want to refuse after seeing it, you will still welcome it [Entertainment]

Zuo Jin, secretly sulking, took a car and transferred to another group to continue filming. He was busy until nine o'clock in the evening, and changed costumes and makeup three times.

Now she only has one scene of field explosions, and she can call it a day and go back to the hotel after filming.

However, an accident occurred.

Under the night, there was a faint light, and the pitch-black water surface was intensively bombarded.

The timing of the explosion was unexpectedly advanced, and she and Lu Yangyu just jumped off the ship.

The sudden explosion and the air wave directly sent the two of them flying, and they fell into the dark water. The loud noise and splashes scared the people present to death.

The military director of Group B in front of the monitor hurriedly shouted with a loudspeaker: "Hurry up, save people, hurry up!"

While shouting, he took off the earphones monitoring the sound and ran towards the scene.

The photographer at the scene was the closest. After being frightened, he hurriedly jumped off the three-meter-high rocker arm and ran to the shore at the same speed as a bullet. He plunged into the water and swam towards the falling point he had captured. go.

The other people who reacted, those who were good at swimming, also went into the water one after another to save people; those who couldn't swim rushed to call the set doctor to come and wait.

The on-site producer was worried about the lives of the two people in the water, and also worried that this scene would be exposed on the Internet, causing fans to criticize, so they hurriedly put on the earphones and asked the anxious field crew to look around to prevent someone from taking photos and posting them on the Internet.

But with the staff of group B and group performances, there are hundreds of people in total, and there will always be a few people who will secretly reveal the news.

It took only a few minutes to become the number one hot search on the Internet, followed by a bright red word "boiling".

When Zuo Jin's little fan made a voice call, Wen Mo had already incensed and went to bed, and the buzzing vibration on the bedside table woke her up from her deep sleep.

Sleepy-eyed, he turned sideways, rubbed against the soft bed twice, and then stretched out his long arms to take out the phone, glanced at it, and closed his eyes to answer:

"Little friend, it's so late, what's the matter?"

As soon as he heard the sexy and hoarse voice, the little girl on the other end of the phone who was frantically typing on the keyboard knew that Teacher Wen was woken up by herself, and hurriedly said:

"How is my sister Jin? Is there something wrong? Is she still alive?"

When the last sentence was asked, there was a crying sound.

The still sleepy head suddenly woke up because of the little girl's words, "What did you just say? What happened to Zuo Jin?"

"It's been spread all over the Internet. Sister Jin was bombed. When she was lifted out of the water, she was unconscious and bloody, woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo and... hiccups...beep...

"Don't cry, let me ask for you."

Thinking of today's bulletin, Zuo Jin's last scene was blasting, combined with the little girl's words, my heart sank suddenly.

Although she calmly comforted the little girl with her mouth, she was panicked and worried in her heart.

Hanging up the call in a hurry, I wanted to send a voice question to Zuo Jin, only to find that the request to add a friend had never been approved.

I couldn't help being a little irritable in my heart, so I called my assistant and asked her to ask Zuo Jin's assistant to find out the specific situation.

At the same time, he quickly moved to the closet, took off the loose solid-color round-neck T-shirt and put it on, and casually put on a pair of light-colored cropped high-waisted jeans.

He picked up the phone again, forced himself to calm down, took a deep breath, and called Director Wu of Group B.

The call was quickly connected, and sure enough, as the little girl said, Zuo Jin was blown into a coma, but the doctor on the set had already checked, and there was no serious problem, and there was no bloody rash, just a little bruise. Only by going to the hospital for an X-ray examination can we be sure.

After talking with Director Wu of Group B, and knowing that she was fine, Wen Mo breathed a sigh of relief and walked around the room holding his mobile phone. When he received the hospital address from Director Wu, he lay down in the rocking chair instead. Close your eyes.

At this time, An An, the assistant who called her on the busy line, was knocking on the door outside to remind her, and then swiped open the door to come in. What she saw was the calm and peaceful Wen Mo, if it wasn't for the rocking chair shaking gently, she would have fallen asleep generally.

Man, it's a little weird.

Cautiously asked: "Sister Mo, shall we go to the hospital?"

It took about ten seconds before I heard a cold voice, "Listen to Wu Dao, Teacher Lu is also unconscious, please buy me a fruit basket for each, and then go and have a look."

Assistant An An: "Okay."

When the assistant went out to buy a fruit basket, Wen Mo rubbed his increasingly cold fingers, and sent a message to the little girl who was waiting, telling her that she was fine and not to worry.

When the little girl got Wen Mo's message, she burst into laughter immediately, wiped away her tears and took screenshots, and sent them to various fan groups and Chaohuali, so that everyone can feel at ease.

Wen Mo walked into the hospital with his assistant, first delivered a fruit basket to Lu Yangyu, and then transferred to Zuo Jin's ward, looking for a place to sit quietly.

The people waiting to visit were all dispersed, but Zuo Jin, who was lying on the hospital bed, spoke first, "Why are you still not leaving?"

"Your cute little fan, let me inform her of your physical condition 24 hours a day."

When Zuo Jin heard this, he stopped talking, and took a toothpick to eat the fruit slices cut by his assistant.

Anyone who has a little experience in love will not talk to death.An'an and Yueyue, who were personal assistants of the two, sat on the sidelines and looked at their noses and mouths.

After waiting for a while, Wen Mo, who sat on the side of the sofa with his long legs crossed, took the initiative to speak:

"Ms. Zuo, are you hungry?"

"Not hungry." Zuo Jin, who had just eaten a small plate of fruit, did not feel hungry.

"Aren't you hungry?" Wen Mo, who had "problems" in his ears, raised his chin towards the two assistants, "Please go buy some side dishes that suit your appetite, just want to have a supper."

The two assistants were like mirrors in their hearts, they got up and walked quickly in tacit understanding, closed the door, guarded outside the ward, and stopped everyone who came after hearing the news.

Wen Mo, who had been contemplating for a long time, got up and sat down beside the hospital bed, and stretched out his hand naturally to hold his slender hand, "How do you feel? What did the doctor say?"

"It's okay, we can start working tomorrow."

Zuo Jin wanted to take back his hand, but she held it tighter, and couldn't help but look up, wanting to hear her say something else.As for what to say, Zuo Jin himself is not too clear.

"It's a dangerous scene, you can use a substitute!" Although Wen Mo's expression was still calm, his voice was lower than usual.

"Stand-in is also human, like me alone, if something happens, it's better than others."

Zuo Jin said so, and he really thought so.Every year when domestic film crews are filming, people accidentally die, but most of them are suppressed and the public doesn't know that's all.

For those martial artists who lead their families, if one person dies accidentally, it will hurt the whole family behind him.

As soon as the words fell, the hands were clenched tightly, and there was a burst of pain as the fingers squeezed each other.

Wen Mo was unhappy because he couldn't refute what she said, and he didn't like what she said about being alone.

There was a light haze in the brown eyes, as if there were thousands of words to say, but not a single word escaped from between those beautiful lips.

And Zuo Jin wanted to ask, but he felt that he had no position to ask; besides, if she didn't say it, she definitely didn't want to tell him, so why bother to ask.

"Anyway, if you have dangerous scenes in the future, it's better to use a stand-in." Wen Mo rubbed her fingers and softened his voice, "After all, your nearly [-] million fans will worry and feel sad for you."

After a pause, he added: "I'm also your fan, the only kind of fan."

After finishing speaking, the brown eyes that were being watched glistened, and the eyelashes fluttered lightly, and there seemed to be a touch of shyness flashing inside.

Noticing this, Zuo Jin slightly curved his lips: "Well, I will pay attention to it in the future."

The two met each other's eyes, and then suddenly staggered, bowing their heads and laughing.I just feel that I am in a good mood, and the joy spreads from my heart to my limbs, but I can't tell the specific reason.

Wen Mo, who was sitting by the bed, moved slightly, calling softly, "Ms. Zuo."

"Huh?" The hospital bed was moving, Zuo Jin responded in a low voice, but did not stop it.

"Tonight, can I..."

"No." Before Wen Mo finished speaking slowly, Zuo Jin, who was lying on the bedside, quickly refused.

Those black eyes were burgundy, with a feeling of autumn water, mixed with anger and shame, which aroused Wen Mo's bad thoughts.

"I really didn't mean anything just now, but it was too late, and I wanted to spend the night here." As soon as my mood fluctuated, I wanted to do some "bad things" to quench my thirst.

The numbness in my heart spread all the way to my throat, and I wriggled a few times.The hand rubbing the fingers also grew legs, running up along the delicate and fair skin.

"Ms. Wen, can you stop acting like..." Zuo Jin blushed slightly on his face, blocked the fingers running around, paused and changed his words, and sighed shyly: "Not even patients Let it go?"

"I don't." Wen Mo felt like a beast, and his voice was a little lacking in confidence. He held her hand with his head slightly lowered, and muttered softly: "It's not all because of you!"

Although the voice was very small, Zuo Jin could hear it clearly, and a smile flashed across her black eyes, but she didn't know how to react, so she simply pretended not to hear it.

Wen Mo, who didn't get a response after saying the words, was secretly glad that she didn't hear clearly, and looked at her softly, "I promise, it's just a stay, and I don't do anything."

"Okay." Zuo Jin agreed.

Wen Mo's face was stained with a deep smile, he let go of her hand, and bent down to take off her shoes and socks.

"The sofa is there, please Ms. Wen for one night."

Hearing this sentence, Wen Mo, who was taking off his shoes, gradually froze the smile on his face, straightened his waist and looked at her, "You let me sleep on the sofa?"

"We haven't gotten to know each other yet... are we going to lie in the same bed overnight?"

Zuo Jin spoke with his face sideways, not daring to look directly into those brown eyes. After speaking, his lips pursed slightly, and his shiny ears hidden under his hair secretly pricked up.

As if waiting to hear something.

Wen Mo touched his forehead and thought for a while, and felt that what she said was right. He hadn't been with her for long, so he was indeed not familiar with her.The request I just made was a bit too much for a reserved person.

"Sorry, Ms. Zuo, I just sleep on the sofa."

In the middle of the night, climb into bed and sleep with your arms around.

Zuo Jin, who has no mind reading skills, didn't know what was going on in Wen Mo's mind, so he just gave a shallow "hmm", sounding not very emotional.

Afterwards, when Zuo Jin went to wash up, Wen Mo quietly asked the two assistants to go back to the hotel to rest. Tonight she would accompany the bed, and when they left, she locked the door of the ward.

After walking a few steps, I turned around worryingly and checked again.

The door is really locked.

very safe.

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No update tomorrow, I have to fill in the old hole, and I will start updating the day after tomorrow~~~