After a career fan marries a disabled actor[Transmigration Book]

It's morning now, he prepared his personal belongings and sorted them into categories, packed them up and carried them with him, a sports backpack can fit them, including the Party B version of the contract signed by the original owner.He boiled a pot of water, took a sip of cold water, and it was barely past nine o'clock.

Zhao Liuke opened the blinds by the window and looked down. There were a bunch of reporters outside the hall.

He rummaged through the box and found a mask and hung it up. He didn't have sunglasses, but he did have a hat. It wasn't a brand, it was very common.

It can be seen that the original owner's resources are not working.He just checked the original owner's Weibo in his free time, and there are very few fans, just over [-].

A few new comments popped up, all asking about marriage, and the comments above were a few months ago.The original owner basically did not endorse, and there were a lot of announcements. It can be seen that during that time, he wanted to make quick money for his father.

He gently pressed his hand on his face, as if he could lightly touch the tired and worried soul of Zhao Liuke through this skin.

He searched for Huo Jinfeng again, and a Weibo with garbled characters came out, followed by a marketing account. After writing about his disability, he canceled all social accounts, escaping from reality, and what he said was very sharp and a little ugly.

Zhao Liuke blocked them silently.Then turn on the computer in the room, and there is a printer next to it.

……

At ten o'clock in the morning, he put away his mobile phone, only then did he realize that there was no mirror in the room, and Zhao Liuke didn't even know what he looked like now.

He grabbed his backpack and walked out of the bedroom, only to find that he was still wearing pajamas while walking, and went back to change clothes, picking out a very ordinary black sweater, jeans and a pair of skateboard shoes.

Zhao Liuke found the mirror in the living room.

He looked at the young man's face in the mirror and was stunned for a long time.

This is his face when he was young. It is delicate and slightly rounded, so it is very suitable for the appearance of a fan-faced niche. In today's terms, he looks like a little milk dog. This period is also the period when he played the most idol dramas.

In another two years, this face will gradually grow, the lines of the face are handsome and elegant, and the face will become tougher. character of.

There was a click, and the door opened from the outside.

At the quiet door, the sound of high-heeled shoes came. The woman who came in was wearing a luxurious cheongsam, her brows were straight, and the mole on the left eyebrow was particularly conspicuous, and she looked angry: "Hurry up, take him away and tidy up Pack up! The engagement banquet will start tomorrow!"

Here comes the drama.

Zhao Liuke grabbed his bag and was carried away by the bodyguards. He held the strap of the bag with his hand, and only put on his backpack without any resistance.

Three cars were parked outside, and a Phantom was sandwiched between the McLaren and the LFA. At least ten bodyguards came and formed a circle in front to block reporters who wanted to come and ask questions.

He heard the sound of camera lenses being thrown to the ground one after another, and even a piece of irregularly shaped metal fragments flew out from the side, fell on his way forward, and was kicked away by the bodyguard.

Everyone was silent, and no one dared to step forward.

Zhao Liuke was thrown into the back seat of the LFA, and saw the woman sitting in the Phantom with a shiny bag on her arm outside. Zhao Liuke saw at a glance that it was a limited edition for the season, and the price was close to seven figures.

That was Huo Jinfeng's stepmother.

Zhao Liuke raised his hand—his wrist with a pink plastic electronic watch looked a little funny, but this was the only one in the house—it was ten o’clock at noon, and Huo Jinfeng’s self-mutilation broke out the afternoon before the engagement, if now It has already happened, he admits, but if it is in the middle, there is still enough time.

The driver reminded him: "Young Master Zhao, let's go, fasten your seat belt."

Zhao Liuke buckled the seat belt into the deadbolt, searched his brain, and chatted with the driver.

"Brother, are we going to the mountains? Do you know what the Huo Family Manor is like? I heard there is a very beautiful back garden?"

The second time Huo Jinfeng committed suicide was in the back garden.

"That's not true," the driver's brother has a more cheerful personality and is very talkative, "It's beautiful. Back then, my wife asked someone to plant a lot of flowers in the back garden. I can't recognize them even if I am a rough man, but they are red, green and green, and they bloom well. , I am happy to see it."

The wife he was talking about...not the current one, but Huo Jinfeng's mother.The current stepmother doesn't have time to care about these things, she has no time to choose clothes for various banquets every day.

This is Huo Jinfeng's driver?

"Brother, can we just go to the back garden to have a look when we get there," Zhao Liuke said casually, "I like flowers so I want to go and have a look first."

"Hey, that's no problem. If you want to go there, you have to turn a corner. We won't go with them." The driver turned the steering wheel and turned. He was the last of the three cars. It rang immediately.

The driver picked it up indifferently, pressed the speakerphone, and said in a businesslike manner, "Hello."

"Why did you fall behind?! Didn't you say that you still need to show Liuke the clothes?! There are so many dresses, you can't finish trying them in half a day, and you are still dragging them here?"

Zhao Liuke knocked on the door handle, but didn't answer.

The driver smiled: "The young master wants to see flowers, let's take a break, don't worry, Mr. Huo has already selected the dress, and there will be no delay."

"What?! Picked?!"

"That's right, didn't he tell you?" The driver made another turn and walked on a slightly remote mountain road.

Hang up the phone right there.

Zhao Liuke was amused, and at the same time confirmed that the driver should be from Huo Jinfeng's side, most likely it was for Huo Jinfeng's mother.

It rained suddenly on the road and changed the weather.

From pattering to pouring, it was only a short moment.

The sky was billowing with snow-white clouds, and the pearl-gray sky darkened the world by a degree.

The air-conditioning in the car made it a bit cold, Zhao Liuke saw the outline of the house in the rain from a distance, grabbed the backpack next to him and carried it on his body.

"Isn't the weather forecast today sunny? Why is it raining suddenly? Young master, do you want to go?"

"Go!" Zhao Liuke continued to ask with an imperceptible tremor in his voice.

"Brother," he grabbed the back of the front seat, leaned forward, and approached the driver, "do you take your mobile phone with you?"

The driver raised his eyebrows in surprise: "That's for sure, we still have a pager, take it with you."

Okay, so you can see that something is wrong and call directly.

Soon at the door, the rain did not show any signs of weakening, and it fell on the head.

The car lock was released, and before the driver could get out of the car to hold an umbrella, Zhao Liuke opened the car door and rushed out without hesitation.

Zhao Liuke's figure was fast and vigorous. He ran towards the gate, but he couldn't hear the driver calling him from behind.

The raindrops that covered his head and face quickly wet his hair, he frowned and tried to avoid it, stepped on the gravel road, slipped, and when he almost slipped, he was supported by his arm to recoil and then moved forward—— At this time, I can only sigh that the original owner is an idol who is not lazy, and his body management is not bad, so that he has enough reaction time.

He didn't care about his arm that was knocked on the ground and quickly turned red because of his fair complexion. His eyes quickly swept past him all the way. The angle of view was limited in the heavy rain. He quickly ruled out the side of the door and ran to the other side.

He found someone!

The blocked person by the gazebo in the back garden raised his hand, holding something in his hand.

damn it--

"Huo Jinfeng——!"

A roar made Huo Jinfeng break away from his sinking consciousness, and the saber, which was wet in his hand, deflected slightly with slightly changed force, and stabbed fiercely towards his waist.

The drenched man was so hot that he jumped out of the wheelchair with great force and fell to the wet ground.

They stuck together so tightly that their wet clothes were tightly glued together.

In the suffocating heavy rain, Huo Jinfeng smelled the aroma of shower gel on the neck of the other party.

The sharp pain he imagined did not come, Huo Jinfeng came back to his senses, and found that the hand pressing on his waist was dripping with blood, which was conspicuous and stinging compared with the thin white fingers - the sharp weapon in his hand almost smashed the young man's body. The palm of the hand poked through.

The driver flew over to give Zhao Liuke emergency treatment. He crossed his shoulders and dialed the family doctor, his anxious voice was covered by the heavy rain.

The incision was deep, exposing a bit of whitened bone, and rainwater fell in, and when it was tightly bound by gauze, it was tortured like a saw.

Huo Jinfeng let go of the strength in his hand, and heard the young man panting violently and suppressed the pain, but the other party's voice was still calm, the intact right hand holding his shoulder did not tremble at all, like a hot iron hoop stopped him.

"It's fine." The young man who was still wearing a mask stared at him without blinking, with an imperceptible sense of gratitude in his tone, "Are you okay?"

Fortunately, he managed to prevent this self-harm.

"Why... save me?"

He heard his hoarse voice, and when he spoke, he swallowed a few drops of rainwater.

Huo Jinfeng knew that he was sick again.But the boy in front of him resolutely protected himself, making his fingers tremble a little.

"You have nothing to do, you have to stand up."

Zhao Liuke explained on his own, adjusted his distorted posture due to the pounce, and stood up.

"How do you know I can stand up?" The stubbornness in Huo Jinfeng's eyes almost surpassed the darkness of the world.

Zhao Liuke used his good hand to pull him up to sit up.The rain is getting heavier.

Along the thin palms, his clothes were soaked, and his short hair was tightly attached to his scalp. Hearing his words, he wiped the cold rainwater off his face, as if he had heard some funny joke, and then felt a little sad.

Huo Jinfeng should know his own position. He has a tough wrist and a good mind, but his personality is a little bit worse. As long as he gets rid of these people who want him to die, there is nothing that can shake his position.As long as he is alive, as long as there is no stupid plot by Bai Yueguang, Gong Shou means nothing to him.

What, what, both, no, yes.

But he now asks him why he thinks he can stand up.

The sigh in Zhao Liuke's heart overflowed with sour waves, pushing forward wave after wave.

He squatted down and took off the mask covered with raindrops, exhaled, and looked directly at Huo Jinfeng with firm eyes: "Otherwise, how can I lie down and win after I marry you?"

A flash of thunder was reflected in Huo Jinfeng's eyes staring at him.

He recognized who it was, the boy his stepmother stuffed him.Thinking about it with his feet, he knew that this was another person who was placed beside him.

"Zhao Liuke..."

Not far away, a group of people holding umbrellas approached.

Zhao Liuke smiled lightly, with a little surprise of being recognized in his squinted eyes, and wiped the water on his face, as if the person who was stabbed by the knife was not himself.

"It's me, your fiancé."