The president of the next door in the entertainment industry, wake up

Qi Zhen stayed in the hospital for less than half a month, and he always felt that there was a lingering smell of disinfectant on his body, and he just wanted to go back and take a good bath.

The conditions of the hospital are not bad, even comparable to some star hotels.

However, the hardware has reached the standard, and the "software" is not too soft. Under Gu Heng's gesture, the nurse on duty looked at herself as if she were a prisoner, so she couldn't stay in the bathroom for too long.

As long as it exceeds a certain period of time, you have to tap every few tens of seconds, and ask like a secret signal: Really, have you finished washing yet?

The tone was exactly the same as "Qi Zhen, are you still alive?"

It seemed that if he waited a second longer, his blood would rise and he would faint on the spot.

And no matter how comfortable the hospital is, it is a hospital after all, and the psychological hints left in the depths of consciousness, even after various romanticization and idealization, are still defeated by the smell of disinfectant, so Qi Zhen has no intention of competing.

These days are finally over, Qi Zhen even wants to open the window and shout to show his surging mood.

Then Qi Zhen saw Gu Wei.

Gu Wei's clothes are very simple and casual today, and he doesn't have any hairstyle. He looks like a student who just came out of school.

"Xiao Wei?" Qi Zhen asked in surprise, "Why are you here?"

"I'll pick you up and leave the hospital." Gu Wei quickly ran to Qi Zhen and said.

Qi Zhen put the folded clothes in his hands on the bed, "Pick me up and leave the hospital? Yesterday grandpa said he would pick me up to return to my home, did you go all the way?"

When Gu Wei heard the word "Grandpa", he shook his head like a rattle, and quickly waved his hands, "No, I was with my brother. He seemed to call your mother yesterday. I don't know exactly what he said. Anyway, just tell me to pick you up."

"Where are you taking me?" Qi Zhen looked blank.

Gu Wei also looked blank.

He really didn't know.

Gu Wei rubbed his chin in embarrassment, and said, "Forget it, I'll find out when my brother comes."

Qi Zhenzhen nodded absently, always feeling that something was wrong.

"Really, do you want to stay for a while longer?" Gu Wei looked at the well-made hospital bed, "Anyway, it's finished, you can take a rest, and it's quiet here, no one bothers you."

"If you stay any longer, it's really going to be moldy." Qi Zhen stretched out his hand to help Gu Wei straighten his collar, "I feel like I smell of disinfectant all over my body."

Hearing the words, Gu Wei leaned over, sniffed hard at Qi Zhen's shoulder, blinked his eyes and said, "No, it's the smell of laundry detergent, it's fragrant."

"What comes out from the inside out is the smell of disinfectant. You are still young, so you don't understand." Qi Zhen joked.

When Gu Heng entered the door, he saw his younger brother lying on his wife's shoulder, talking intimately.

Immediately, he felt a little green on his head, gritted his teeth and strode forward, lifted Gu Wei aside like a chicken, and said lightly, "What are you doing so close."

"It's true that he smells of disinfectant, so I'll smell it." Gu Wei blinked, looking innocent.

Qi Zhen was defeated by Gu Wei's eye attack and nodded.

Gu Heng turned his face and looked at Qi Zhen who looked extraordinarily good-looking after taking off his hospital gown, and his heart was bubbling with beauty, "Is there any discomfort? Even if there is only a little bit, you should say it. You can't hide it just because you are afraid of taking medicine and injections." Tuck it in."

"I'm not a child." Qi Zhen chuckled softly.

"Fear of taking medicine and injections is not a child's privilege. Xiao Wei has it, and you can too." Gu Heng said with a smile.

Gu Wei on the side felt chilly, he really wanted to tell Qi Zhen that he didn't want to get an injection at the beginning, especially when the injection was done for a long time, and his hands were stiff after the injection. Pressed the buttocks and stabbed the needle, the needle was so thick, and said he was hypocritical after the beating.

"Brother, shall we send Zhenzhen back to his home?" Gu Wei didn't hold back, hesitantly opened his mouth, thinking that he might have a friendly meeting with Grandpa Qi's dragon-headed crutch, he felt weak in his legs.

Gu Heng frowned, and looked at Gu Wei in surprise, not understanding why he would ask such a mentally retarded question, and said, "Go to me...go to Yunxiu's place."

Then he naturally picked up the bag that Qi Zhen put on the bed, "I told my aunt, you just entered Li Xing, there may be a lot of things these two days, so don't worry if you live nearer."

Qi Zhen was tricked out of the hospital just like that.

Looking at some familiar buildings in front of him, Qi Zhen turned his head, "Isn't it next door?"

This is obviously Gu Heng's villa.

Gu Heng's hands paused shamefully, he lowered his head and cleared his throat, solemnly: "The villa has been unoccupied for a long time, so I asked a housekeeper to clean it up and ventilate it by the way."

After speaking, I felt that this reason was not tenable, and I was afraid that Qi Zhen would think about something, so I added unnaturally, "Yunxiu will come over later."

Gu Wei who was at the side heard that He Yunxiu was coming, so he quickly asked, "Are you staying overnight?"

Qi Zhen: ...

Stepping into this villa again, Qi Zhenxin felt a little unnatural.

That feeling is very strange, it is not a simple flash, but densely narrowing the range, wrapping himself in the center of the vortex, waving his sleeves from time to time to tease the exposed skin, Qi Zhen is inexplicably at a loss.

"Really, what's wrong with you?" Gu Wei handed a can of juice to Qi Zhen, "Do you have a headache?"

Qi Zhen shook his head blankly, looked at Gu Wei's face before he came back to his senses, took a deep breath and prepared to drink juice to wake himself up.

Then the juice in his hand was taken away by Gu Heng who came, and replaced with a glass of steaming milk, "That's cold, it hurts the stomach."

When Qi Zhen took the milk, he accidentally touched Gu Heng's hand, and his skin touched, Qi Zhen suddenly felt that Gu Heng's hand was hotter than the milk in the cup.

"Thank you." Qi Zhen said with a smile.

Gu Heng's heart was trembling because of his cuteness.

How can you be so good.

"Brother, what shall we eat today?" Gu Wei, who was drinking fruit juice that hurt his stomach, asked.

Gu Heng looked at Qi Zhen and said in a low voice, "What do you want to eat?"

"Hot pot." Qi Zhen blurted out.

In the past few days in the hospital, it was either porridge or soup, and the occasional side dishes were all on the list, as if no salt was added, Qi Zhen felt that the whole person was not well.

After Qi Zhen finished speaking, he picked up the cup to drink milk, and then looked at Gu Heng's expression through the side of the transparent cup. Seeing his frowning as expected, Qi Zhen let out a long sigh.

Although the future is at a loss, appetite has defeated everything and successfully occupied the high ground.

So he put the cup on the table in front of him, and when the glass collided with the jade, there was a clear "ding", which was inexplicably pleasant to hear.

Qi Zhen looked up at Gu Heng fixedly, then blinked: "I just want to eat hot pot."

Gu Heng: ...

Fuck, this Qi Daji.

"I can only eat something light." Gu Heng clenched his fists.

"But I want spicy food." Qi Zhen continued to blink, "I really want to."

"Just a little bit..." Gu Heng gritted his teeth.

"Okay." Qi Zhen smiled with crooked eyebrows.

"Brother, I want to eat meat." Gu Wei interjected.

"What kind of meat do you eat? The commercial will be filmed in a few days, and you think you don't have much meat?" Gu Heng knocked the table, "Go to the kitchen to cook."

Gu Wei: ...

He Yunxiu slipped out of the set on the grounds that "Xiao Zhen was discharged from the hospital today, and was afraid of accidents at home alone". Director Lin thought about Qi Zhen, so he turned a blind eye and passed by.

It was Gu Heng who came out to open the door.

"I heard that you assigned Lu Yuan to Xiao Zhen, and you plan to build a special studio?" He Yunxiu walked inside and said, "You are not afraid of other artists' opinions."

"Who has an opinion?" Gu Heng turned around without looking at He Yunxiu, "If you have an opinion, tell me."

"Also, haven't you forgotten? When King He was still a rookie, he brought Lu Yuan with him at the beginning of the show, and he also built a studio at the beginning of the show."

"That's my own money." He Yunxiu gritted his teeth, "You don't even know what you look like now, but you really look like a fool."

"Where are the two of them?" He Yunxiu looked up, but he didn't find his wife.

"Kitchen." Gu Heng sat down on the sofa, "Don't make trouble."

Because I just got kicked out.

"Xiaozhen? Cooking?" He Yunxiu leaned on the sofa and twisted his neck, "My brother doesn't have this skill."

"This meal doesn't need to be very technical because it's hot pot."

He Yunxiu understood, "Xiaozhen can still fight."

When Qi Zhen cut up the cleaned ingredients and brought them out, he saw Gu Heng and He Yunxiu sitting on the sofa, and shouted in surprise: "Brother, is the crew all right?"

He Yunxiu came over in response, followed by Gu Heng, "It's just one scene, we'll come out after filming." After speaking, he raised his eyes to look at the kitchen, and said with a smile: "Sit here , put down the difficult ones first, and I'll help you over there."

"It's still cooking, don't mess around." Qi Zhen said a little worriedly.

He Yunxiu waved his hand casually, indicating that he understood, and then walked towards the kitchen.

"Xiao Wei said you don't like spicy food?" Qi Zhen asked Gu Heng while tidying up the table.

"No." Gu Heng opened his eyes and said nonsense, afraid that Qi Zhen's next sentence would be "You are a good person, but our taste is not suitable."

Then, looking at Qi Zhen's suspicious eyes, he lowered his head to help him carry the plate, "I'm learning."

Qi Zhen paused his hands, and suddenly laughed out loud. He felt that Gu Heng's gentleness was the kind of muddleheaded, but it was also very clean, very reassuring.

I thought that because of a mistake, the two parallel lines slipped and fell slowly, and there was an intersection by accident, and then they continued to walk far.

But time is a good hand to set things right or disrupt the situation, so it easily turned around.

"Then you'd better learn it quickly." Qi Zhen hooked the corner of his mouth, turned around and put those meatballs into the hot pot.

Gu Heng was startled for a moment, then raised his head abruptly, Qi Zhen's face was covered in mist, the beauty was a bit unreal.

Wherever he looked, that person was hidden in his heart. He must have saved the galaxy in his previous life.

Gu Wei was concentrating on cracking eggs, and he couldn't figure out where his brother came from for so many requests. He had all the hot pots, but he insisted on stewing eggs.

Suddenly aware that someone entered the kitchen, subconsciously thought it was Qi Zhen, and said eagerly, "Really, help me grab it, it's just on the neck, this sweater is so itchy."

He Yunxiu curled his lips when he heard the words.

Then he stretched out his hand slowly, and gently scratched the skin on the back of Gu Wei's neck with his fingertips, caressing it bit by bit.

Gu Wei was shocked, shrank his neck and begged for mercy, "Don't, don't, it's so itchy!"

"This clothes can be thrown away." He Yunxiu hugged Gu Wei into his arms from behind, "The neck is red."

Gu Wei was stunned for a moment, then turned around, unable to hide his emotions at all, but looked down at his equipment, and pushed He Yunxiu with his elbow, "Don't hold it, the apron is dirty."

"Dirty what dirty." He Yunxiu took a step closer and pressed Gu Wei onto the table.

"Don't, don't, you're hitting the eggs." Gu Wei glanced past He Yunxiu, afraid that his brother and Qi Zhen were hiding somewhere to observe secretly.

Inexplicably, He Yunxiu felt a chill in his lower body.

The author has something to say:

I also really want to eat hot pot.