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

He put away the finished paper and stuffed it into his backpack.

There are two folders in his backpack, and the rest are documents.The one that Huo Jinfeng turned over that day was about him, and there was nothing in the other folder, so he used it to put this paper.

As he came here for a longer time, Zhao Liuke felt that he might forget some things, so these days, he tried to write everything down on paper as much as he could remember.

Ah Sang watched him write, and when it was time to drink water, he handed him warm water or fruit.

Huo Jinfeng never came again.

Zhao Liuke had the splint removed that day, and the wound on his hand had already healed, condensed with the sewing thread, forming an ugly, blackened, crooked mark.

The doctor said he could go back, Zhao Liuke nodded and asked, "Will there be a scar?"

"There will always be some scars."

"I have to film," Zhao Liuke stretched out his right hand to cover his scar, which was untouchable, like a shell, "Try not to keep it, otherwise the audience will be too dramatic."

It may be because there are not too many patients from the private hospital, and there are not many doctors to chat with, and there is no way to talk too much. After catching Zhao Liuke, he began to mutter: "I know there is a problem now? Why didn't I think so much when I was injured?" ? I can only prescribe you more medicines to remove scars and activate blood circulation, and the extent of your recovery depends on yourself."

At the other end of the corridor, Huo Jinfeng came out of the elevator, skillfully controlled the wheelchair to turn, and came towards them.

The doctor greeted them and left with a regretful expression on his face.

Zhao Liuke clenched his fists to his lips and smiled softly.

"Do you regret it?" Huo Jinfeng looked at his scar, looked up as usual, and asked slightly.

Zhao Liuke was a little surprised.

Huo Jinfeng made an exception for him.

Thanks to the new author, the author of this book is not very good at planning the distribution of pen and ink. When I wrote Huo Jinfeng, I saw that inspiration came. I wrote a whole volume with eloquence, and his viciousness and sensitivity run through. , with the utmost detail.

One of the behaviors that can highlight Huo Jinfeng's character is that he never looked up at others after he was disabled.

His most respected grandpa also sits in a wheelchair and does not need to look up.

His eyes were never directed to his flamboyant father, so he didn't need to look up.

He and Yang Xiaoying had never confronted each other, and they never gave her the slightest look.

The people who take care of him by his side are all his helpers. They came in after being disabled. The first thing they do when they come to Huo's house is to learn to squat|body talk.

Zhao Liuke squatted down, stretched his eyebrows, and was in a good mood.He raised his eyebrows and looked up at him: "Saving you is the most correct decision I have made since I came here, how could I regret it?"

Since he came to this world till now, it was the first time for him to look at Huo Jinfeng like this.

In just a few years, he was nominated for a little gold medal. In addition to Huo Jinfeng's excellent acting skills, his unique face must have added bonuses.

His flying eyebrows are thick and long. When he blinks, his long and straight eyelashes cast a slender and straight shadow under his eyes. Looking up at thirty degrees, he couldn't see any tiny dead spots on his face.

His demeanor should be said to be gloomy and cold, but it is better to say that the contrast is too great. He obviously has a tough and handsome face, but because he has been sitting in a wheelchair for more than a month, his outline is thin, and his shoulders are thin and thin, as if he is covered by clothes. On the bone shelf, it looks gloomy and gray.

Because of his disability, his face was blue and sick, and there were some pits on his nails.

Zhao Liuke waited for a long time without waiting for a reply, and Ah Sang went to go through the hospitalization procedures, so there were only the two of them here for a while.

Huo Jinfeng looked down at him, unmoved by his words, and said routinely: "Let's go."

Zhao Liuke stood up, and naturally wanted to push him forward, but when he walked around to the back, he realized that his wheelchair did not have a handle for people to push forward like ordinary ones, so he quietly put away his hands that had nowhere to rest.

Many of the flowers in the manor had their stems broken in the wind and rain that day, and the petals fell all over the ground. They were bare. Originally, there were small clusters of carnations and silver emeralds near here, and roses and violets outside. The fence is a long bunch of tall rocket bluebells.

In the middle there are a lot of different flowering stages mixed together, and they are all green leaves, crowded together in a mess, and Zhao Liuke can't quite recognize them.

It just looks miserable now.

He was leaning against the floor-to-ceiling window with a cup of hot latte, sitting and looking out, gentle and obedient.

He and Huo Jinfeng returned to the place where they first met that day.

This place is just a resort-style manor, Huo Jinfeng doesn't usually live here, because it is very inconvenient to go up and down stairs because of the wheelchair, so he seldom shows up here.

On the day of self-harm, he dismissed the bodyguards, and because the garden was too big, the bodyguards did not arrive in time.

More importantly, no one dared to get close without Huo Jinfeng's orders.

Zhao Liuke clenched the warm mug tightly, and wanted to take a sip, only to find a shadow fell in front of him, and then the mug was held by someone.

Zhao Liuke:?

He looked up and saw Asang, who was nearly 1.9 meters tall, stretched out his hand from his side, stopping his movement.

Huo Jinfeng sat at the door.

"What are you doing?" Zhao Liuke asked with question marks all over his head.

"I can't drink, my hand is still not healed." Huo Jinfeng stated the facts calmly, "Ah Sang, poured."

Zhao Liuke grabbed the latte in his hand and tried to wrestle with Ah Sang. Without even thinking about it, he was the one who failed—and only one hand exerted force.

Ah Sauna took the cup and went to the bathroom, Zhao Liuke frowned and was about to attack.

Huo Jinfeng raised his eyebrows slowly, as if he wanted to see what he could say.

...Are fans really that humble?It's my favorite actor!

Just amazing.

Zhao Liuke clenched and loosened his fingers, let out a sigh of relief to negotiate, but the issue of the negotiation was to compete for the status of the bedroom at home, "I want the master bedroom."

Huo Jinfeng rested his chin on his hands, and frowned so much that a fly could be crushed to death. In Zhao Liuke's opinion, he was even a little talkative, "Go and see."

It is said that "I could have" is the most worrying part of the article, and Huo Jinfeng's "I could have" is his previous character.

Domineering, with a little headstrong temper.

It's cute and normal.

Unlike now, he is extremely suspicious and keeps a distance from anyone.

Zhao Liuke saved people by himself, and used chicken feathers as arrows for two weeks, and he was already very satisfied. Next, he will live with Huo Jinfeng, but it is not so easy to get away with it.

That's what they told him where they lived.

Ah, he should have thought of it earlier, the Huo family is so rich——

This land is property under the name of Huo Jinfeng. Most of it was contracted out as a real estate project before, leaving the top few floors.

They stood at the doorway on the top floor—yes, the doorway on this floor.

Because there is only one room on this floor, it covers an area of ​​nearly 1800 square meters.

Huo Jinfeng looked at the threshold in front of him, raised his eyes and motioned to help him pass.

Ah Sang didn't know when he had already left.

Zhao Liuke held onto the handle numbly.

Huo Jinfeng's wheelchair was replaced with a new one at some point, it was simple and ordinary.Unlike the previous one, it just looks ordinary, but it is unique when used, not like mass production.

Zhao Liuke asked, but was prevaricated, "Send it for repair."

After they entered, the whole room was a normal slightly larger room, two hundred square meters, three bedrooms and two living rooms, and there was an extra door between the two bedrooms.

Zhao Liuke opened it and saw that there was a long corridor in front of it. There were closed doors on both sides of the long corridor, which was monotonous, simple and boring.

Huo Jinfeng said: "According to your requirements, the practice room, gymnasium, and equipment room are on the left. You can find the right scene in it. On the right is the study room, swimming pool, and a room with a view. It's very good for entertainment. The rest are empty. The fingerprints have been recorded, you can open the door to have a look."

He was about to go back to the room after the introduction, and closed his eyes tiredly.

Since sitting in a wheelchair, the feeling of insufficient blood supply to the brain has come and gone, occasionally causing dizziness.

This also caused him to sleep for a long time in a day and his energy was limited.Dealing with the company's affairs today has exhausted him physically and mentally. It's almost six o'clock in the evening, and he's too sleepy.

Zhao Liuke came over when he was leaning back, stretched out his hand to massage the back of his neck, and was opened by Huo Jinfeng.

"I... just press your neck."

"It's not necessary." Huo Jinfeng tried to hold back his drowsiness, and the indifference in his tone was obvious.

"You sleep."

The young man's tone was calm and his strength was moderate, and he reached out again to soothe his compressed neck.Zhao Liuke was standing behind Huo Jinfeng, so he could see his black hair and thin shoulder bones.

The setting sun is dim, and in front of the unobstructed floor-to-ceiling windows, orange-red light and clouds cover each other.

The young man's gaze on the sitting person became apologetic.

He was blaming himself for being useless.

It's useless to rely on this person with limited energy after coming here.

Food, clothing and housing...

He was wearing the clothes Ah Sang brought to him. The brand was unknown and there were many styles. He rummaged through several pieces before he found a common feature. There was a secret black embroidery thread inside the clothes, and there was a string of Italian words on it, like private studio.

Food, these few days' food is spent on spending, mainly light and occasionally a little salty, but not much, living in the hospital for more than a week, Zhao Liuke gained three catties from eating.

Live, he lives with Huo Jinfeng, and he has seen it before. The faint fragrance of the entire wooden floor can still be smelled. He just unscrewed the practice room and took a look. There are lights, sound recording equipment and the like. Everything is available, and there is a large clean mirror on the entire wall.

Row……

Yes, there is still work.

Zhao Liuke's strength remained unabated until he heard Huo Jinfeng's steady breathing.He pushed him back to the bedroom, and he was still awake when he carried him to the bed.

Zhao Liuke stood where he was, and opened the memo on his phone.

Originally there was only one.

[Audition, get the second male role. 】

He turned on his phone and added a new one.

[The thought of strangling Lu Ming. 】

Lu Ming's butterfly effect can't spread here, and Huo Jinfeng can't have a sudden cerebral embolism because of this love brain. As long as the two of them don't meet, Huo Jinfeng can't think of him, and they can live in peace for the time being. Besides... …

Who hasn't been a little selfish?

The outside of the book is crazy and cool, but after real contact with the book, I find that she is gentle and careful, but a little bit uninspiring, and because of her natural aura, no one approaches her.

Make an exception for him and change the wheelchair. This is not something done by a cold-hearted person. Even if Huo Jinfeng looks cold, it is only on the surface.

Just ask, how can such a person not be fragrant?

It's fucking delicious.