Top-notch acting in online games

Zhang Zhi sat in the office and read the artist's annual evaluation report.

Qiao Yihang took the lead without hesitation.

Although it wasn't his own achievement, when he saw the numerous achievements, he couldn't help showing a knowing smile with pride.

The door was pushed open by two knocks, and the secretary walked in nervously.

Zhang Zhi put away his smile and frowned, "What's the matter?"

The secretary said: "I saw a piece of news on the Internet just now. Of course, I'm not on a errand, I just accidentally saw a piece of news when I was looking for information."

"The point?" Zhang Zhi interrupted impatiently.

"Qiao Yihang was in a car accident." The secretary finished the key point in seven words.

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The chair was pushed away by Zhang Zhi who got up suddenly, he grabbed the phone and keys on the table and ran out.But after taking two steps, he turned around again.

The secretary said without waiting for him to ask, "The First Hospital."

The First Hospital was overcrowded.

Zhang Zhi came here for the first time, looking at the crowded heads, he couldn't even touch the door of the hospital.He had no choice but to call Gao Qin.

Gao Qin said: "The gossip boy has just entered this hospital, so there are many people below. You come up directly from the back of the inpatient department. The specific location is..."

Inpatient department?

Does it mean that Qiao Yihang is so serious that he has to be hospitalized?

Zhang Zhi ran wildly while listening to his instructions.

In order to save time, he ran up to the 22nd floor with his legs.

Gao Qin stood in the corridor waiting for him.

"How is it?" Zhang Zhi stared at him nervously despite his sweating profusely.

Gao Qin sighed, "It's okay. It's just a scratch on my forehead."

……

What are you sighing for? !

Zhang Zhiqiang resisted the urge to beat someone, and was about to pass him to the ward, when Gao Qin said again: "But his parents in Canada also had a car accident. He was nervous about his parents, lost his mind, and hit an electric pole. "

Zhang Zhi paused, "Then his parents..."

"I don't know yet." Gao Qin said, "I'll help him go abroad and book the nearest ticket later."

Without hesitation, Zhang Zhi said, "Order one for me."

Gao Qin nodded, "He has just been sedated and is sleeping."

Zhang Zhi turned the doorknob, gently pushed the door open and entered the ward.

Qiao Yihang was sleeping soundly on his back with a piece of tape on his forehead.

Zhang Zhi lightly moved the wooden stool and sat beside his bed, watching him quietly.

Anxiety faded, and fear slowly came to my heart.

Thankfully it was just a scratch.He didn't dare to assume other consequences, just the thought of it made him heartbroken.I don't know since when, he has actually kept the three words Qiao Yihang firmly in his heart, allowing it to be closely connected with his heart.

He secretly made up his mind that no matter how busy he is in the future, he must personally drive Qiao Yihang to and from get off work.No, from now on, he will try to let Qiao Yihang only move within the range of his vision.

"Call." Qiao Yihang called out in a low voice, opened his eyes, and struggled to get up.

Only then did Zhang Zhi realize that Qiao Yihang's cell phone was vibrating on the bedside table, so he quickly picked it up and gave it to him.

Qiao Yihang glanced at the screen of the phone, and when he picked it up, his expression was a little excited, "Aunt... huh? Are you okay?... Also a scratch on the forehead?... Oh, it's nothing, I mean, I have a friend who also happens to have a forehead Abrasion...Huh? Yes, yes, it's my roommate...OK, I'll call back later." He put down the phone and let out a long breath.

Zhang Zhi asked cautiously, "Are your parents okay?"

"It's okay. My father's forehead was bruised, and my mother was held in his arms, safe and sound." Qiao Yihang touched his forehead with a smile.I don't know if it's genetic or not.

Zhang Zhi couldn't help being envious.

People will instinctively protect themselves in times of crisis, but his father can still hold his wife in his arms, which shows that Qiao Yihang's mother's status in his heart is far higher than his own life.

"The roommate you mentioned just now doesn't mean me, does it?" Zhang Zhi began to pay attention to the details after knowing that it was a false alarm.

Qiao Yihang said, "Is there anyone else living in your room?"

"Not yet." Zhang Zhi showed an ambiguous smile, "But I don't mind."

Qiao Yihang turned his eyes away, "I accidentally mentioned something when I was chatting with my mother last time. I didn't expect her to tell my aunt."

"Unintentionally?" Zhang Zhi clearly didn't believe it.

"It's really unintentional." Qiao Yihang said emphatically, "My mother asked me how popular I am recently? Do I have money to start a pot? Do I want to apply for assistance? I replied, even if I don't have money, I'm not afraid, anyway, I have tens of thousands of dollars a month. Rent a block."

Zhang Zhi raised his eyebrows and said, "It's just the rent?"

Qiao Yihang looked at him and said, "Otherwise?"

Zhang knew: "I told you the password of my salary card and credit card."

Qiao Yihang said unhappily: "I also know the password of the safe in Bill Gates' house. Can it be used?"

Without saying a word, Zhang Zhi took out his wallet, took out his credit card and salary card, and handed them to him.

Qiao Yihang was dumbfounded, "What are you doing?"

"This way it can be used." Zhang Zhi smiled slightly, the corners of his eyes and mouth were curved, very beautiful.

Qiao Yihang forcibly looked away, grabbed the salary card and credit card in his hand and said, "Don't regret it."

"Well, I don't regret it. You will pay for food, housing and other expenses in the future." Zhang Zhi smiled triumphantly.

Qiao Yihang pretended to grin and said, "You think I'll spit out what I eat..."

The mouth was kissed by Zhang Zhi.

Although it was not the first time, Zhang Zhi was caught off guard every time he kissed, so Qiao Yihang was taken aback every time.

Zhang Zhi took the opportunity to hug his waist, stuck out his tongue hard, and pried his mouth.

The posture of the two slowly changed from vertical to inclined.

Qiao Yihang watched him gradually press up, and immediately struggled, but Zhang Zhi's band was too tight, and the result of the struggle was that the two twisted tighter and tighter, and Qiao Yihang was suddenly pressed down on the bed.

"It hurts!" Joe started with a turn, and finally managed to get a word out.

Zhang Zhi put his arms around him, silently looking at his flushed face, his eyes were full of unwillingness.It is always easy to light a fire for a young man with a vigorous blood, but it is difficult to put it out.

Qiao Yihang wanted to push him, but he was afraid of repercussions, so he had no choice but to pretend to be dead without moving.

The door was pushed open abruptly, and a middle-aged doctor walked in. Seeing Qiao Yihang and Zhang Zhi's posture, he was stunned, and then said, "Stop for a while, I'll do a checkup."

"..."

Zhang Zhi stood up in frustration, and quickly turned to open the window to look at the scenery outside.

The middle-aged doctor said: "It's good to be calm."

Qiao Yihang was full of the urge to pack Zhang Zhi and the middle-aged doctor and throw them out of the window.

After the examination, the doctor said that he would stay in the hospital for observation for a few days to see if there were any sequelae.

Because of the injury on his forehead, Qiao Yihang would not be able to start work even if he was discharged from the hospital, so he stayed without any psychological pressure.

Zhang Zhi was ordered to go home and pack his luggage. The most important thing was to bring over the laptop that Qiao Yihang hid in the bookcase in the study.

After Zhang Zhi left, Qiao Yihang called his parents, and it turned out that nothing happened, so he really felt relieved.

The three took turns expressing condolences to each other on the phone.

His mother asked gossipingly: "I read online two days ago that you and Zhang Jiajia are in a relationship?"

Qiao Yihang couldn't laugh or cry, "It's fake."

Unwillingly, the mother asked: "Can a fake come true?"

"Why do you ask that?" Qiao Yihang touched his lips guiltily, as if the smell of Zhang Zhi still remained.

"I like her, I really like her. If only I could be a daughter-in-law." His mother laughed.

His father yelled at the other end: "Did you still like Yan Su'ang before? Marry him back too?"

"Why not? Go to Arabia and get married?" His mother replied boldly.

Qiao Yihang said weakly: "You guys take a good rest and don't get too excited."

His mother said: "Okay. You also have a good rest." After she finished speaking, she hung up the phone neatly.

Looking at the phone, Qiao Yihang couldn't help thinking: Does his mother not object to him and Yan Suang, does it mean...

He suddenly came back to his senses, only to realize that he was thinking about the degree of acceptance of homosexuality by his parents, and he was shocked.

Should he not...

Has it been subtly influenced by Zhang Zhi?

It was half dark when Zhang Zhi returned to the hospital.

The lights in the room were turned off, and the gray light from the setting sun shone on the front and back of the window sill, only the outline of Qiao Yihang could be outlined.

Zhang Zhi asked anxiously, "What happened?"

Qiao Yihang turned around slowly.

Because he was facing the light behind his back, Zhang Zhi couldn't see his expression clearly, he could only judge from the weird atmosphere around him——

"There are sequelae?"

"No." Qiao Yihang faintly denied, tangled in his mind for an afternoon and still tangled.

Zhang Zhi put down the things at hand, walked to him, reached out and touched his forehead.

The gentle and slightly cool touch made Qiao Yihang's blood rush to his forehead.The only thing he was lucky about was that the lights in the room were not turned on, so Zhang Zhi couldn't see.

Snapped.

Zhang Zhi turned on the light, then looked at him in surprise, "Why is your face so red?"

Qiao Yihang licked his lips, and was about to find an excuse to hide it, when Zhang Zhi quickly pressed the call bell, "..."

The medical staff arrived quickly, led by the middle-aged doctor.

As soon as he entered the door, he said: "I'm just a surgeon. Uh, so which one of you has a problem?"

Zhang Zhi looked at Qiao Yihang worriedly and said, "His face is very red, does he have a fever?"

The middle-aged doctor only glanced at it, and said, "Just be less impulsive."

Zhang Zhi: "..."

Qiao Yihang said dryly, "Don't you have to get off work?"

"Continuous shift." After the middle-aged doctor finished speaking, he turned around coolly and said to the other medical staff, "Let's end, let's go."

Zhang Zhi and Qiao Yihang: "..."

The room was quiet, and it was so silent.

Qiao Yihang couldn't help explaining with the excuse he thought up just now: "Actually, I was practicing acting just now."

"Oh." Zhang Zhi came back to his senses, lowered his body and began to pack his things.

The atmosphere was still awkward.

Qiao Yihang thought for a while and said, "Didn't you promise to help me figure out the role?"

"Ah."

"But you've been very busy recently, forget it." Qiao Yihang remembered that Luo Shaochen had resigned, and Zhang Zhi had just taken over, so there must be a lot of things to be busy, and they should be inseparable.

Zhang Zhi took out a blanket and a small pillow from the suitcase and threw them on the sofa, "I've already made up my mind to sacrifice my life for righteousness."

"Are you here to..."

"Bed companion."

Qiao Yihang's eyes widened.

Zhang Zhi raised his eyebrows, "You can also share the same bed if you want."

Qiao Yihang said, "Isn't the company busy?"

"Busy, but won't fall." Zhang Zhi whispered, "It's not like you."

"What?" Qiao Yihang pricked up his ears.

Zhang Zhizuo spread his hands, "You said just now that you want to figure out the script? Where's the script?"

"...I didn't bring it." Qiao Yihang said awkwardly, "Why don't you take a day off today?"

"Okay." Zhang Zhi took out two laptops that were exactly the same except for the color from the suitcase, gave the red one to Qiao Yihang, and kept the blue one for himself.

"New?" Qiao Yihang's eyes widened.

Zhang knew: "Do you think that antique in your home can be used to play games?"

"Cough, I'm just browsing the web." Qiao Yihang paused, then pulled out Zhang Zhi's credit card and salary card from under the pillow in doubt, "Where did you get the money?"

Zhang Zhi smiled and said, "Who said a person can only have one credit card?"

Qiao Yihang: "..." He was very sure, [-]% sure, extremely sure that he wasn't moved at all because he just handed over all his wealth with confidence!