Dangerous old Gong spoils me too much

Lu Chen thought that Wen Shichu was talking about him, and said with a smile: "I didn't know people well before, so I was indeed a fool. But I have figured it out, I will quit the entertainment industry by myself, and then take on the responsibilities that should be borne by me." as a result of."

Lu Chen smiled relievedly.

After being released by Wen Shichu, Lu Chen thought for a long time.

About the family, about the wife who took the blame for himself and has no name so far, and the daughter who is about to be born.

Instead of letting others ruin yourself, it is better to take the initiative to admit and do what a man should bear, so as to minimize the damage.

Wen Shichu smiled. In fact, he was talking about Qi Xiao's idiot just now, not Lu Chen.

But the young man is not ready to make it clear, because from a certain angle, what Lu Chen said is also correct.

Wen Shichu got up and folded the quilt: "Sorry for taking such a long nap with you, I have to go first."

Wen Shichu planned to go to Qi Xiao to clarify.

The young man originally wanted to find out Zhou Ning behind the scenes, so he never told Qi Xiao the truth, but now Qi Xiao must be depressed because of this, he must tell Qi Xiao that he had no relationship with Fu Wen at all that night.

"I'm afraid not now." Lu Chen pointed out the window: "Look outside, there are already several police cars coming."

"What happened?" Wen Shichu opened the nearest blackout curtain, only to find that everyone was under control, and queued up to enter a medical car.

"Fu Wen called the police, saying that someone in the crew was taking du, so now all the crew members are locked up here, waiting for blood samples to be taken one by one."

Wen Shichu looked at the untouched sweet tea on the table.

"Actually, after Fu Wen put something in your sweet tea, I changed it quietly, so the sweet tea in front of you is no problem." Lu Chen raised his eyebrows: "Then I will replace the cup with the problem. Fu Wen, he is now unable to go out because of the closed issue, hiding in the crowd of extras."

Wen Shichu looked up in surprise.

Lu Chen in front of him had a careless expression on his face, and when the corners of his mouth were raised, he would reveal a smile like warm tea in winter—

No wonder his fans love to call him Nuanlu.

"Don't look at me like that, I don't want to owe others, it's a favor to you." Lu Chen opened the door of the nanny's car: "Let's go down there too, and go over there to draw blood."

There are two blood-drawing channels, separated by thick red wires in the middle. On the left is a long blood-drawing channel for group performances, and on the right is the channel for the main crew and main actors.

Wen Shichu was in line behind a producer, and after the producer finished drawing blood, Wen Shichu sat on the stool according to the instructions and exposed his arms.

The crimson blood was poured drop by drop into the finger-thick container along the extremely thin channel. Fu Wen, who was hiding in the group performance, looked at the blood without blinking.

The jar of blood in Wen Shichu's hands almost made him accuse Wen Shichu of inhaling poison on the spot.

"Next, report your name." The doctor urged.

Fu Wen came back to his senses, sat down, and watched Wen Shichu leave.

After Fu Wen finished drawing blood, because the other people hadn't finished collecting the information and blood, the place was still in isolation and couldn't go out. Fu Wen could only wander around.

Turning around, Fu Wen came to Lu Chen's van.

Lu Chen's assistant got into the car to get something, but when he left, he forgot to close the door.

Fu Wen's eyes lit up, and when the assistant walked away, he quietly got into the car.

The air conditioner was still on in the warm car, and the hatred in Fu Wen's heart was like a shadow with teeth and claws, swarming wantonly in front of the campfire.

He pretended to be a group performer outside and waited in a long line to freeze for so long, yet Wen Shichu actually slept here enjoying himself so much!

Out of the corner of his eye, Fu Wen noticed the pastries and sweet tea on the folding table.

The plastic straws that go with the sweet tea don’t even peel off the transparent film on the outside.

"He didn't drink?!" Fu Wen's mind went blank, he was shaking with anger, the plastic straw fell from his fingers and rolled under the seat: "Whew... damn bitch, life is really big."

Fu Wen felt that his body was having a low fever.

It is said that one of the symptoms of people infected with AZ is fever.

This is a terminal illness that cannot be cured for a lifetime.

His life was ruined just like that.But Wen Shichu's is still fine.

"It's all your fault..." Fu Wen was short of breath.

"If you hadn't blocked my way, I wouldn't have made a bad move to find the duck, and I wouldn't have been infected. It's all you bitch!" Fu Wen became more angry as he spoke, and slammed his hand on the folding table.

"Hmm... hiss!" The hand happened to hit the edge of the table, a streak of blood split open in the palm of the hand, and bright red blood beads came out from the mouth of the blood.

By the way, why didn't he think of it? AZ disease can be transmitted through blood.

Fu Wen's eyes lit up, just at this moment, the phone rang.

Fu Wenwen didn't want to answer the call, but it seemed that it was from his father, so he got through anyway.

"What are you doing?" Fu Wen said coldly.

[Xiaowen, I heard from the people in the Metropolitan Police Department that you used your family connections to call the anti-narcotics team of the Metropolitan Police Department? ] The voice of a middle-aged woman was on the other end of the phone.

- Ordinary public calls can only be reported with accurate evidence, and even if the report is successful, they may not take immediate action. Therefore, in order to ensure that Wen Shichu can be eradicated as soon as possible, Fu Wen had no choice but to use his family relationship and leave. shortcut.

"What's none of your business? What are you doing with my dad's phone?" Fu Wen was full of rejection when he heard the woman's voice.

This woman is the young mother married by his father, and Fu Wen hated her since he was a child.

[I went to the hospital to see you. The doctor said that you have some kind of disease. I am worried about you, so I want to ask where you are. ]

"You still ran to the hospital? The doctor told you!?" Fu Wen gritted his teeth angrily.

"I'm your mother, of course I have the right to know."

"What kind of mother are you, don't put a high hat on yourself!" Fu Wen hung up the phone with a snap.

When he got back, he dripped blood into my little mom's cosmetics!Meddling dead woman.

the other end.

Looking at the phone that was suddenly hung up, Gong Sirui suddenly remembered something, and quickly called an acquaintance in the Metropolitan Police Department to find out where Fu Wen was when he called just now.

"You said that Xiaowen is in the Imperial Film and Television City? Okay, thank you, sorry for the trouble."

After finishing the call, Gong Sirui held the phone to his chest, his heart pounding.

"Mrs. Fu, the bed has been made for you, and the gold medal beautician of our shop is already inside..."

"I have something to do temporarily, so I won't do it, next time." Gong Sirui interrupted the consultant of the beauty salon, carrying a Prada crocodile leather bag, stepping on high heels, and ran out in almost embarrassment.

Wen Shichu called Qi Xiao after drawing his blood.

But this big pig's hoof actually blacked him out.

Wen Shichu panicked and called Jiang Ming and Lingli again.

But of the two gold medal assistants of Qi Xiao, one always shows 'in the process of talking', and the other shows that it is turned off.

Lu Chen was talking to the director next to him, probably about retiring from the crew.

Wen Shichu didn't want to disturb him, so he took a few steps casually, then stopped strangely.

There, the sticky and wet feeling rubbed against the legs as they walked, and as long as they moved a little, they could feel the contact between the inner library and the skin, which was moist and unbearable.

Presumably, this is how girls feel when they come to the aunt without a sanitary napkin.

Fortunately, there were enough tissues in the bag, and Wen Shichu walked into a nearby bathroom with weird legs.

There was no one in the bathroom at this time.

Pushing open a room at random, Wen Shichu took off the inner locker to check.

"How come..." The young man looked at the small puddle of blood stained on the pure cotton cloth.

At this time, footsteps came from outside.

Wen Shichu hurriedly wiped it off with a paper towel, then pulled up his pants.

Because he was lifting it too quickly, the back of his hand accidentally scratched the iron shelf next to it for storing bags.

—A whitish gash appeared on the back of the hand, without bleeding, and gradually raised within 1 minute, forming a red scar.

Wen Shichu hastily flushed the toilet and pushed open the door of the toilet cubicle.

— A figure, just in front of Wen Shichu's face.

With his hands in his pockets and his head tucked into his hooded clothes, Fu Wen smiled kindly and strangely when he saw Wen Shichu.

"What a coincidence, Xiao Chu, I met you here."

Wen Shichu felt something was wrong.

"Why are you here?" Wen Shichu was wary of Fu Wen, slowed down, held his breath, and passed Fu Wen.

—everything went so smoothly, it was as if they had really just met each other in the toilet.

"Pretending to be you? Pretend to be a bitch!" Fu Wen suddenly reached out, grabbed Wen Shichu's backpack, and pulled it back fiercely.

Wen Shichu was also prepared, and immediately gave up his backpack and ran towards the door.

"Help! Help!"

Fu Wen jumped up suddenly, and tightly covered Wen Shichu's mouth.

Desperate people often have no scruples. Fu Wenchi's eyes were red, his strength was several times stronger than usual, and he pulled Wen Shichu to the ground in two or three strokes.

Wen Shichu rolled around on the ground, kicked Fu Wen away, took out the knife in his pocket, and said to Fu Wen, "Don't come here!"

Wen Shichu's face was stained with the bloody palm prints of Fu Wen's two fingers.

"Oh, do you think I'm still afraid of this kind of thing now?" Fu Wen sneered coldly, approaching Wen Shichu step by step in a leisurely manner.

Out of the corner of his eye, Fu Wen noticed Wen Shichu's hand that wasn't holding a knife.

On the back of that hand, there was a red scratch.

If the blood of the AZ virus is accidentally dripped there, it should be contagious, right?

Fu Wen opened his hand, the blood in the palm of his hand was no longer flowing, Fu Wen squeezed his palm hard with a smile, the blood flow was opened again, the flow was as bright red as a strip

The stream seeps into the sleeves.

"Are you crazy? It's none of my business that you get sick! All of this is your fault!"

"Pfft! I'm to blame? I'm the one Qi Xiao should marry. The two of us have been engaged since childhood under the witness of two families. It's all because of you... It's because of you! You stole Qi Xiao, You also caused me to have this disease, oh yes, you also killed my child... I want you to die! I want you to die!"

"Stop hypnotizing yourself. You and Qi Xiao broke off your engagement when you were 18 years old. Your illness is also your own problem, as well as your child..."

"You tell me to shut up! Shut up!" Fu Wen suddenly rushed forward like crazy.

Wen Shichu backed up, his back hit the cold wall, and there was no way back.

Fu Wen's ferocious face became more and more clear in his pupils.

—In an instant, Wen Shichu seemed to feel that the sky had collapsed, and any thoughts became blank.

The young man subconsciously closed his eyes, held the knife in front of him, and made the final protective action.

-Second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

Fu Wen never rushed forward.

Next to my ear, Fu Wen's exasperated voice came: "Gong Sirui, you bitch, let me go!"

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