Whose Little Eyes Haven't Seen the Actor Yet

On the way from the emergency room to the parking lot, Xie Beiwang suddenly had an important call. He handed over the task of pushing the wheelchair to Jiang Zicheng's manager, and then went to the corner alone to answer the phone.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Brother Hu suddenly lowered his voice and asked Jiang Zicheng: "Zicheng, tell me the truth, are you and Xie always..."

Because of the presence of the twins, he only said half of what he said, but only this half was enough for Jiang Zicheng to understand.

Jiang Zicheng quickly denied it: "Brother Hu, listen to my explanation—we are not, we are not!"

"Are you really not, are you really not?"

"We really aren't, we really don't!"

He really didn't have Jiangzicheng, he really didn't have one, as for whether Xie Beiwang was there or not, he really couldn't say for sure.

Only then did Brother Hu heave a sigh of relief: "That's good. I don't want the fifth artist I've brought in this life to quit the entertainment circle at a young age because of ambiguity with the company boss."

Jiang Zicheng hurriedly swore: "Brother Hu, don't worry, I'm only interested in making money now, and I'm not in a relationship at all. Even if I want to fall in love, Mr. Xie is not my type."

Hearing this, Brother Hu continued to ask: "Then what type of man do you like?"

Jiang Zicheng was speechless: "Who said I like men?"

Brother Hu said, "So you are bisexual."

"..." Jiang Zicheng is so wronged, why can't he be a simple and ordinary heterosexual when even his manager misunderstands his sexuality?

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Xie Beiwang's house was indeed very close to the hospital. After driving quietly on the road for 10 minutes, the car drove into the underground garage of a certain hotel-style apartment.

There are many houses under Xie Beiwang's name. This apartment is located in the center of the city. He occasionally talks nearby and stays here to rest when it gets dark, so there are quite a lot of his personal belongings in this apartment.

Jiang Zicheng manipulated the wheelchair and sneaked around in the apartment, looking at the art paintings hanging on the wall for a while, and counting the pairs of leather shoes in the shoe cabinet in the hallway.

Xie Bei watched him circling tirelessly like a bee, and asked him, "What are you looking at? Don't you feel tired?"

Of course Jiang Zicheng wouldn't tell the truth: he was afraid that Xie Beiwang called someone to buy this house just now, just to trick the innocent little artist into taking the bait!However, after looking at it, this house is quite smoky, and it seems that it is indeed Xie Beiwang's regular apartment.

The apartment has three bedrooms and two living rooms, one of which has been transformed into a study, and the other two are bedrooms.

Jiang Zicheng pushed the wheelchair to the door of the second bedroom, pushed it open and took a look—hey!Why is this bedroom pink? Countless dolls are piled up on the bed and cabinets, and there are Korean Obama posters on the wall. No matter how you look at it, it doesn’t look like a scene that would appear in a man’s room.

Xie Beiwang who was behind him said leisurely: "I forgot to tell you that every apartment I have in the city has reserved a room for Yingying."

"...You and Ms. Xie are really brother and sister." Jiang Zicheng asked with a smirk, "Then where do I live?"

Xie Beiwang slowly walked around in front of him, bent down, propped his hands on the left and right sides of the wheelchair, and said in a low voice, "You could think of the answer when you were in Macau, but you can't think of it this time?"

There is only one bedroom and one bed left in the whole apartment. Apart from sharing the same bed, there is no other option.

The man's tone was very much like a big bad wolf abducting its prey, and the poor little prey was frantically testing on the verge of being caught.

Jiang Zicheng's eyes flicked from side to side, but he refused to look at the man in front of him: "That... I guess you want me to sleep on the sofa?"

"..." Xie Beiwang was taken aback, then silently turned his head to look at the sofa in the living room—a spacious three-seater leather sofa, if the cushions were removed, an adult could really sleep on it!

Taking advantage of Xie Beiwang's dazed effort, Jiang Zicheng manipulated the wheelchair, reversed the car in an emergency, and escaped from under the man's figure with a slither.Fortunately, he is an old driver, even after changing to a wheelchair, his driving skills are still so superb!

Xie Beiwang didn't have the hobby of forcing others to go against him, and seeing Jiang Zicheng deliberately pretending to be stupid, he wouldn't push him step by step.

Originally, Jiang Zicheng was afraid that the man would use power to oppress him, but Xie Beiwang actually turned around and went into the bedroom to get a set of bedding and pillows, and threw them on the sofa.

Then, Xie Beiwang pointed him to the bathroom and told him where there were new towels and toothbrush.During this process, his tone was very flat, so flat that Jiang Zicheng couldn't guess whether he was angry or not.

Jiang Zicheng naturally didn't dare to bother the CEO to make the bed for him. He jumped out of the wheelchair with one foot, spread the bedding carefully, fluffed up the pillows, and built himself a comfortable little nest.

Jiang Zicheng turned off the headlights in the living room, and crawled into his "silkworm chrysalis".

This night's experience was ups and downs. He lay in bed, recalling the bottle of disinfectant thrown at his face, he still felt frightened and his heart was beating non-stop.

He really couldn't sleep, so he turned out his phone to play.

When he is usually filming, his mobile phone has to be turned on airplane mode, but now that he turns it on, countless missed calls and WeChat messages flood in in an instant.

Jiang Zicheng clicked on it, and among the more than 50 new messages, more than 30 were from An Wen, and the remaining dozen were from other crew members.

Huh……?strangeness.

Jiang Zicheng looked up and down several times, and finally confirmed that he was right: Zhou Manyu, the "root cause" of all this, didn't even say a polite word to Jiang Zicheng!

It stands to reason that when such a thing happened, Zhou Manyu should express his concern to Jiang Zicheng no matter from any point of view. Who would have thought that Zhou Manyu's EQ was so low that he didn't even know how to do it superficially.

Jiang Zicheng sighed helplessly, forgetting about this traffic niche, and clicked on the message of another traffic floret first.

An Wen is really a frenzy of swiping screens. In less than three hours since the incident happened, she has already sent six sentences of apology, eight sentences of concern, five emoticons of crying... Also, a series of twelve WeChat messages Red envelope.

Jiang Zicheng: "..."

Jiang Zicheng hurriedly replied to her.

It's Jiang Zicheng, not Jiang Chengzi: An Wen, I'm fine. I've come back from the hospital. The doctor said it was a minor injury and it will be fine in a while.

Colorful clouds chasing the full moon: [crying loudly]

Colorful clouds chasing the full moon: [crying] [crying] [crying]

Caiyun chasing the full moon: I'm sorry Brother Jiang, you have been implicated by the matter between me and Man Yu.

It's Jiang Zicheng, not Jiang Chengzi: You don't need to apologize, you are also a victim.

It's Jiang Zicheng, not Jiang Chengzi: I just hurt my foot, it would be bad if you hurt your face.

Even though he said that, An Wen was still very guilty, and apologized to Jiang Zicheng repeatedly on WeChat. She also asked Jiang Zicheng where he lived, and she planned to ask another assistant to cook pig's trotter soup and send it to his house every day.

Caiyun Chasing the Full Moon: Brother Jiang, I won’t lie to you. The pig’s trotter soup made by my assistant is very delicious, nourishing and nutritious. I drank it for half a year and gained two cups!

Caiyun chasing the full moon: Several gossip media said that I secretly had breast augmentation surgery!

It's Jiangzicheng, not Jiangchengzi: ...? ? ?

It's Jiangzicheng, not Jiangchengzi: So why do you let me drink pig's trotter soup, milk?

Colorful clouds chasing the full moon: Didn't you hurt your foot, use your shape to complement your shape.

Jiang Zicheng lifted the quilt, raised his injured foot, and looked left and right.His ankles were swollen and swollen, and the soles of his feet were beautiful and white. The tendons on his feet were slightly stretched, but his toes were fleshy, and even the nails were trimmed neatly.

The five toes flexibly separated and closed together, then separated and closed together again - and then, he used his feet to make a difficult "Korean-style heart comparison".

No matter how you look at it, it is a fairy jio, not like a pig's trotter.

Jiang Zicheng stuffed his feet back into the bed contentedly, and continued to chat with An Wen.

The relationship between the two was just colleagues before, but this accident seemed to connect the auras of the two of them, making them acquainted instantly.Jiang Zicheng had never dealt with popular traffic before, and he did not expect that the two little flowers and grasses he met this time had completely opposite personalities and attitudes, and he did not know how the two of them came together.

Jiang Zicheng wanted to ask An Wen why he likes Zhou Manyu several times, but when the words came to his lips, it was not easy for outsiders to intervene in matters such as feelings, so he finally swallowed them back.

Because An Wen was still filming the next day, she quickly said good night and went to a beauty sleep.

Jiang Zicheng couldn't sleep at all, and could only toss and turn on the sofa alone.

Turn left and right—hey, this sofa is so hard, the buttocks are so thick, and there is no place to put your feet.

Turn right—well, the temperature of the central air conditioner in the living room is too low, and the quilt is not thick enough.

The surface of the sofa is made of pure cowhide, which is thick, cold and hard. Lying on it, Jiang Zicheng felt like a little dragon girl lying on a bed of ice.

Even if there is no hero, it would be nice to have a divine sculpture to warm his bed.

He stared at a pair of eyes in the dark living room, watching the luminous wall clock on the wall go forward second by second, seriously suspecting that he would suffer from insomnia until the early morning.

The wound on the foot started to hurt again, and it was unbearably itchy.He wanted to scratch but didn't dare to scratch, worried about scars, so in order to divert his attention, he could only spread pancakes on the sofa, frying the front side and the back side.Every time he turns over, the movement is very loud, obviously he is sleeping alone, but he can make the movement of two people.

As a result, he flipped and flipped——with a loud "plop", he flipped out of the sofa and rolled to the ground!

He knocked his head until he was dizzy, pitiful, weak and wronged.

In the next second, the door of the master bedroom, which was originally closed, opened from the inside, and bright lights spilled from the bedroom, spreading all the way to Jiang Zicheng.

Jiang Zicheng spread out on the carpet, blinked, and looked in the direction of the light.

The man with his upper body naked and pajama pants hanging loosely on his hips stood in that light, and asked coldly, "Jiang Zicheng, let me give you another chance—sleeping on the sofa or on the bed?"

Jiang Zicheng: "...Help me up and drive Kunning Palace."

Xie Beiwang: "...you say it again?"

Jiang Zicheng hurriedly put on a flattering smile: "I said: Mr. Xie, please pull me up from the ground, it's hard work for you and me to squeeze together tonight."