Self-salvation of a cheap substitute

"Oh!" Wang Miao suddenly sat up on the bed.

"Are you awake?" Xu Ziling sat on the side and slowly peeled an apple.

"What's wrong with me?" Wang Miao felt his head sinking.

"Well, you went to Yan Jiaming's concert with Fu Xizhou a few days ago, and you let someone else's pigeons go shopping on the way. Fu Shao was so angry that he looked for you everywhere, and almost turned Pingcheng upside down." Xu Ziling cut off an apple and handed it to Wang. Miao, "At the same time, I received a call from the police comrade, saying that you passed out after eating too much cake at the milk tea shop, and asked me to take care of you in the hospital."

"Stop talking..." Wang Miao covered his face, he didn't chew the apple flesh in his mouth, and one side of his cheek was bulging.

"As a result, the doctor said that you were too nervous, overworked, and had a low-grade fever. There was serious inflammation in your stomach, and you were fine except for the accumulation of water in your knees." Xu Ziling took an apple and wanted to take a bite, but it turned out But I couldn't help but yawned loudly, "As your good friend, I asked for leave the day after you were admitted to the hospital."

"Thank you." Wang Miao was a little moved.

"It's okay, I was hired by Young Master Fu." Xu Ziling gnawed on an apple, "By the way, Young Master Fu will come to see you every day, and he should be here soon."

"Say I'm not awake yet." Wang Miao lay down slowly and closed his eyes, pretending to be dead.

"Young Master Fu probably doesn't have time to talk to you recently." Xu Ziling gnawed the apple flesh in a circle.

"Then I'm really thankful." Wang Miao opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling.

"Wang Miao, you're talking in your sleep." Xu Ziling threw the apple core into a plastic bag and wrapped it up.

"What sleep talk?" Wang Miao turned to look at Xu Ziling who was hesitant.

"A lot of things, don't hit me, you don't have the strength to beat people, you still learn from others and mix in society, and there are a few names that keep repeating. The doctor said that you have old lacerations, which are very serious. Every time Doing that may hurt you again." Xu Ziling looked at Wang Miao.

"It's in the past." Wang Miao smiled.

"But Fu Shao became angry as soon as he heard it. Every day, he would go to the hospital angrily to listen to you talking in his sleep, and he was so angry that he didn't know where to go." Xu Ziling spread his hands.

"Fuck—" Wang Miao, one head and two big, turned to face the wall and muttered, "Forgive me, let me go, go after Chu Jiachen, I beg them, don't pester me anymore me."

"Talking in sleep again?" Fu Xizhou tiptoed into the room and asked Xu Ziling in a low voice.

"Yes." Xu Ziling cooperated with Wang Miao's performance.

"What did you say, I didn't hear clearly." Fu Xizhou moved a stool and sat down.

"Let me go, spare me, all go after Chu Jiachen, and beg them." Xu Ziling acted as a repeater with a blank expression.

"Well, you go out to play." Fu Xizhou still stared at Wang Miao's back.

"Okay." Xu Ziling nodded.

"Just pretend, I haven't seen you turn over in so many days!" Fu Xizhou slapped Wang Miao's leg.

"Ah, it hurts!" Wang Miao bent his legs and hugged him.

"When you let me go, did you consider whether my heart would hurt?" Fu Xizhou was so angry that he wanted to laugh.

"No." Wang Miao shook his head.

"Okay, don't mention this, I don't want to humiliate myself, let me ask you another question, did you know Yan Jiaming early?" Fu Xizhou moved a stool and sat on the edge of Wang Miao's hospital bed.

"What Yan Jiaming said?" Wang Miao turned around and stared at Fu Xizhou's chest.

"That's not true. That little boy is very stubborn, and he doesn't know anything about you." Fu Xizhou was also very helpless with Yan Jiaming's stubborn temper.

"I don't know." Wang Miao pointed the back of his head at Fu Xizhou again.

"Actually, you didn't talk in your sleep until you were hospitalized. I think you often talk in your sleep." Fu Xizhou pushed Wang Miao's back.

"Really, what else did I say?" Wang Miao didn't care.

"You mentioned Liu Menglong, Nan Xun, and Yang Yunting." Fu Xizhou said softly.

"I don't know." Wang Miao obviously paused, embarrassed after being peeped into his inner secret.

"Just pretend." Fu Xizhou said disdainfully.

"I'm not pretending, I really don't know you." Wang Miao repeatedly emphasized, "I can recognize these people's names. The people I know should be called Tie Zhu or something."

"Okay, don't mention this, let me tell you, Jiang Lin will come to you in a while, no matter whether it is asking you for help or asking you to eat, you don't agree." Fu Xizhou said seriously.

"En." Wang Miao nodded perfunctorily.

"I'm not kidding you." Fu Xizhou's voice was a little louder.

"Oh." Wang Miao agreed without emotion.

"Also, I'll be away for a while soon." Fu Xizhou suddenly hesitated.

"What does that have to do with me?" Wang Miao scratched his leg and asked casually.

"I'll chase you." Fu Xizhou poked his neck and blushed.

"I think you are more suitable to lie on the bed than me now." Wang Miao turned around and stared at Fu Xizhou carefully.

"Okay." Fu Xizhou took off his shoes and lay down next to Wang Miao.

"..." Wang Miao was speechless.

"I'm serious." Fu Xizhou looked at the ceiling.

"Then Mr. Fu, I would like to interview you. May I ask why you changed your mind?" Wang Miao sat up and asked after a certain distance from Fu Xizhou.

"I don't know, but I admit that I like you now, what's the matter, there's no shame in it." Fu Xizhou said viciously, and selectively swallowed the fact that he had investigated Wang Miao to the bottom.

"I'm not going to be a stand-in, so don't make fun of me." Wang Miao shook his head.

"Who wants you to be Chu Jiachen's stand-in, don't think I'm a dog if you're bitten by Jiang Lin." Fu Xizhou also sat up.

"That is to take revenge on Chu Jiachen with me, and make the vanity-loving Chu Jiachen regret not choosing you?" Wang Miao smiled.

"You!" Fu Xizhou was extremely angry.

"Oh, oops, I'm dying from a headache, save—life—ah—" Wang Miao lay on the bed and shouted at the top of his voice.

"Brother Miao, look what I brought you!" Xu Ziling shook the lunch box in his hand.

"What?" Wang Miao hurriedly packed his clothes.

"What are you doing, why are you going?" Xu Ziling put the lunch box on the table and pushed Wang Miao back to sit on the bed.

"I'm discharged from the hospital. I'm already awake. What am I still doing here? The smell of disinfectant is so bad." Wang Miao didn't quite understand Xu Ziling's question.

"You can't be discharged from the hospital, your injury is still not healed!" Xu Ziling persuaded earnestly, "The doctor said, you have to stay for a while!"

"Don't stop." Wang Miao stood up and continued to tidy up.

"Where's Young Master Fu?" Xu Ziling asked.

"The one who made a lot of noise was chased away by the doctor." Wang Miao folded the hospital gown and put it on the pillow,

"Oh." Xu Ziling was a little disappointed.

"Why, do you like Fu Xizhou?" Wang Miao poked Xu Ziling's mind.

"I don't like it." Xu Ziling opened the porridge box and handed it to Wang Miao.

"As someone who has experienced this, I would like to give you a piece of advice, stay away from these wealthy young men." Wang Miao took a sip of porridge.

"Cut." Xu Ziling stopped talking.

"If you like him, I can help you match him." Wang Miao smiled narrowly.