The bodyguard I picked up is BOSS

Fu Ling jumped up from the bed, hurriedly lifted the blanket to search, and even turned the coat upside down to shake it.

No, still no!

"Brother Ling, what are you looking for?" Seeing his panic-stricken look, Fu Da felt intense anxiety in his heart.

"My biography is on the USB flash drive, have you seen it? It's the silver one with my name engraved on it."

Fu Da thought for a while, and vaguely guessed the meaning of Qian Jiahe's words before leaving last night.

"Is there a backup? If so, you can send it to Teacher Zhang directly."

These words reminded Fu Ling, "Yes, yes, it's in the tablet." He ran to the table discussed yesterday and opened the tablet, but no matter how he flipped through it, there was still no such document.

"It shouldn't be... Could it be that I deleted it?"

He clicked on the recycle bin, and it was empty.This is very wrong, Fu Ling usually does not have the habit of emptying the recycle bin, even if there is no biography in it, there will still be some scattered garbage, how could it be empty all of a sudden?

hum...

It was as if bees were flying in his head, and he felt that everything at hand was suddenly empty, and his whole body was floating in a mass of empty air, without even the wind.

Just when he was stunned, the cell phone rang suddenly, it was Zhang Shuping's call.

"Fu Ling, don't forget the biography."

After the simple greetings, Zhang Shuping directly asked the most terrible sentence.

"me......"

Fu Ling's head was blank, as if it had been hollowed out by someone, leaving behind a puddle of mud.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Shuping sensed something was wrong with him, "Didn't write well?"

Fu Ling began to tremble, unable to utter a word.

Zhang Shuping sighed, and reminded him earnestly: "Fu Ling, I know you are under a lot of pressure. But now everyone will be under pressure. The last choice I make is to see who can deliver the perfect thing, even in the Under high pressure. Early this morning, another actor who competed for Ah Shui had already passed on Xiao to me, and he came to me personally. I don’t like formalism, but I can see his heart.”

Yes, there has always been another actor competing for Ah Shui, but Zhang Shuping has not disclosed his name to avoid embarrassment in the future if the cooperation fails.But now, the answer seems to be on the horizon.

"Is that person Qian Jiahe?"

Zhang Shuping paused, "How do you know?"

Fu Ling's legs went limp, and he collapsed against the wall. His breathing seemed to be broken by a heavy hammer. The air kept coming in and out of his throat, irregularly.

"Teacher Zhang, I, and Qian Jiahe, we are senior students in the university. He took advantage of my trust in him and stole my biography last night. I know you won't believe me, but I, I really I don’t know how to explain it to you, that biography was really written by me, I didn’t lie to you!”

"Fu Ling, calm down."

"He used my trust in him! He used me!"

There are not many people Fu Ling trusts, and it is precisely because there are not many people that they are so precious.

"I have my own judgment on this matter, Fu Ling, you first calm down your emotions." Zhang Shuping picked up the few pages of the handwritten biography that Qian Jiahe had just handed over to him, feeling awkward for a moment.

To be honest, both are excellent actors, if Fu Ling hadn't been there, he would have chosen Qian Jiahe 80.00% of the time.However, ever since Fu Ling asked him to deeply analyze the role of Ah Shui that day, he felt that an actor's understanding of the role was as important as how well he matched the role.

Now, however, something is wrong between the two actors.Either, it was Qian Jiahe who designed a game with ulterior motives, or Fu Ling couldn't write a short biography temporarily, so he planted a competitor.

Those two, whoever got it wrong, can no longer be in his movies.

But who is it?

Before getting a clear answer, a beeping busy tone came from the phone.

He slumped against the wall like a tattered doll.

"Brother Ling?"

Fu Da, who was usually able to write a hundred proposals to coax Fu Ling, had no choice but to crawl over and sit down next to Fu Ling.I feel that no matter what I say now, it may be superfluous, so I only call him softly.

Fu Ling's eyes moved, and his eyes drifted to the dazzling sunlight outside the window, feeling very ironic.

Therefore, the appearance of Qian Jiahe was not accidental, but a careful planning and calculation.

That's it, why would such a busy person appear in City A impartially, and run into him impartially?

I wanted to book a coffee shop last night, but I didn't ask his opinion, as if everything was planned and just waiting for him to jump in.

It's ridiculous that he still called out "senior brother" one by one, thinking that he missed the old relationship and would spare time to discuss the biography with him.As everyone knows, it was a scam from the beginning.He made it clear that he was going to kill him with a knife, but he obediently stretched his neck over.

The person he has always respected and trusted is actually plotting to drink his blood and eat his bones...

"Fu Da, I feel like the sky is about to collapse..."

He looked into the sky and felt that it was very dangerous there, as if a hole was about to be opened, and a large number of black Rakshasa were about to rush down.

Hearing what he said, Fu Da stood up immediately, raised his hands high above his head, his eyes were extremely sincere:

"I'll help you support the sky, don't be afraid."

He stood between Fu Ling and the window, his palm stretched upwards, just blocking the position of the rift that Fu Ling imagined.

In a short time, the spring breeze is thousands of miles away. Although it cannot eliminate the devastation after the natural disaster, it brings some warmth to the pain.

"The ingredients of sleeping pills were indeed detected in your blood, and I have already signed the report."

Xiao Boyan handed the heavy A4 paper to Fu Ling, and then said:

"Just in case, I also found another highly respected doctor in our hospital. He can testify that this report is true."

Fu Ling pursed her lips tightly, her face was haggard with staying up late and suffering from severe mental shock.He didn't take the paper, but threw himself forward and hugged Xiao Boyan tightly.

"He took advantage of my trust..."

"Yes, I know, I know." Xiao Boyan also hugged him.

"You don't need a knife to kill..."

His voice was extremely deep, like someone who had just been rescued from the water and nearly drowned.Xiao Boyan felt his heart sink, and quickly threw the report on the table, and hugged him with the same strength.

"It's okay! It's okay!" Xiao Boyan stroked his back vigorously like a comforting cat, "I will help you, I will always be there. And Fu Da, Fu Da will always be with you, we will support you you."

"Listen to me, listen to me. Even if he opened the coffee shop himself, the monitoring has been deleted. But we still have the monitoring on the road, and you can be photographed entering that coffee shop together on the street. And this report, which is enough to prove that he did something on you. And that biography, even if he stole it, you wrote it anyway, didn't you? I know, you did It’s very difficult to copy things out word for word. But if you write down the most critical points from memory and hand them over to Zhang Shuping, you can still prove that you wrote the biography, didn’t you?”

Fu Ling raised her head from his arms, her eyes were loose, it was clearly a young and vigorous life, but it made people see the vicissitudes of old age:

"But he will blame him. On the other hand, I stole his things. He has already handed it over to Mr. Zhang, so it's useless for me to say more."

"There will be a way, listening, we have to give it a try, right? We can't just give up without doing anything, cheap beasts in clothes, cheer up, we will support you!"

Fu Ling's eyes were still blurred, "Really..."

"Of course!" Xiao Boyan seldom spoke in such an inspiring tone. He patted Fu Ling's back that sank from the middle of the butterfly bones because he was too thin, but felt his abnormal body temperature from the thin top.

"Listen, do you have a fever?!"

He took the man in the cloud to sit on the sofa, took out the electronic thermometer from the bottle on the table, and when the number was measured, his eyebrows frowned even tighter.

"39 degrees 1, why do you have such a severe fever?" Xiao Boyan called the nurse while holding his hot hand.

Fu Ling leaned on the sofa lifelessly, "You're right, I should recall the biography and give it to Mr. Zhang. Then he might trust me more. But, I can't remember a single word now... ...."

Xiao Boyan quickly arranged the items for further inspection, and then took Fu Ling's limp hand into his palm.

"You're sick now and it's normal not to remember, it's okay, it's okay."

Xiao Boyan kept comforting him, and then saw Fu Da standing at the door, thinking that one more person would do more to comfort him, so he waved him in.

"Fu Da, don't you love your brother Ling the most? Why don't you talk today?"

But Fu Da didn't do what he thought, hugging Fu Ling like a big dog, while saying "I will always support you" while hugging and shaking him.

On the contrary, Fu Da didn't say a word, just looked deeply at Fu Ling who was sick, thinking about something.

Ten minutes later, Fu Ling hung up the IV.Looking at the drowsy person on the bed, he finally decided on one thing.

He walked into the ward step by step, his footsteps were extremely light, but they were extremely steady, revealing a certain kind of irreversible determination—this was not the footstep that Fu Da should have.

"So sleepy..." Fu Ling, who was sick, spoke softly.

"Go to sleep." Xu Guanrong tucked the quilt up for him, and said word by word, "Anyone who bullies you will pay the price."

After finishing speaking, he raised his hand to take off the mask, lowered his body slowly, and planted a kiss on Fu Ling's eyelid, like cotton candy.

"Dare to kiss me while I'm sick, bastard..." Fu Ling complained feebly.

Xu Guanrong hooked her lips:

"There is ample time."