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Yang Jiali!

Zhao Xianghai raised his eyebrows and stood up straight: "Yang Jiali? Is it you?"

"Who else is calling you so miserable at such an early night?" Yang Jiali said with full of pain in his voice, "Brother Hai, help me."

Zhao Xianghai took a deep breath, quickly opened the door and got in the car: "Send me the address, and I'll be right over."

Yang Jiali responded and hung up the phone.

Zhao Xianghai started the car, and the car drove smoothly in the night.His eyes glanced at the address sent by Yang Jiali.

Yang Jiali was once the most well-known actor under Zhao Xianghai's series company.

He is handsome, good at acting, and good at being a human being. He is very good in the circle, has a top-notch earning ability, and has a good relationship with Zhao Xianghai, the big boss. The two of them often play together, which is rare in the circle. Yes, a friendship that is not connected by money.

But a few years ago, Yang Jiali didn't know why, but after the contract expired, he insisted on quitting the entertainment industry and went to hide behind the scenes, which caused an uproar.

Zhao Xianghai vaguely knew the reason, but not deeply.However, Yang Jiali resolutely went abroad amidst the uproar, and gradually faded out of public view, and even gradually lost contact with Zhao Xianghai.

But today, he suddenly contacted Zhao Xianghai again.

He also called with an unfamiliar number and asked him to save him?

There are ghosts in it!

Zhao Xianghai didn't dare to delay at all, and drove to the place Yang Jiali said, a very dilapidated residential area.

He got out of the car, and his shiny leather shoes stepped on the stained ground. He frowned and looked around, and took two steps forward, looking for a figure by the dim street lights.

The surroundings were quiet, and Zhao Xianghai felt a little nervous.

He took his mobile phone and called the strange number back.

As soon as the phone was dialed, a small building next to it suddenly lit up with a little light.

Where!

Zhao Xianghai's heart skipped a beat, he turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone, and walked quickly to the building

Downstairs, he grabbed the man who was squatting in the corner: "Yang Jiali, you are here!"

"Brother Hai," Yang Jiali raised his head, with some stains on his face, with a wry smile on his face, "You've come..."

Zhao Xianghai was extremely shocked. He hurriedly signed the person: "What's wrong with you? How could..."

"Stop talking," Yang Jiali slumped on Zhao Xianghai's body, "Brother Hai, help me find a place to hide first. I'm so tired, I want to sleep peacefully."

He did look extremely tired, the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, and his eyes were covered with black circles.

Zhao Xianghai didn't dare to delay, got the man into the car, thought for a while, and drove the car to another property he had in this city.

He helped Yang Jiali upstairs, and put him on the bed: "This is another property of mine. I have basically never lived in it, but here are all necessities for daily use, and the place is very hidden, don't worry."

Yang Jiali fell on the bed and tore off his coat wearily: "Thank you."

"You are—"

"Brother Hai, don't ask." Yang Jiali closed his eyes, and his Adam's apple rolled, "I'm just too tired. You go back first, let me rest for a night, and recover. I'll tell you everything, okay? good?"

Zhao Xianghai choked for a while, then nodded: "Then you have a good sleep."

Yang Jiali hummed inaudibly, breathing evenly.

Zhao Xianghai watched him fall asleep, then gently turned off the light and closed the door.

Yang Jiali has become like this, he must have experienced something he doesn't know, but there is no rush, after he wakes up, he will ask slowly.

Thinking of this, Zhao Xianghai made him something to eat in the kitchen, put it in the refrigerator, and pasted a note on the door of the refrigerator, telling him to take it when he was hungry, and then he went downstairs and drove home with confidence.

When I got home, the lights in the house were already dark.

Zhao Xianghai looked at his phone, at this point, Lele must have fallen asleep.

He relaxed his movements a bit, changed his shoes, put the briefcase on the sofa, and gently opened the door to enter his room.

As soon as he entered the room, a strong smell of alcohol choked into his nose.

Zhao Xianghai frowned tightly, closed the door, and was about to turn on the light to check the situation, when a hoarse male voice sounded next to him: "You still know to come back."

Just by hearing the voice, Zhao Xianghai knew that this person was Xiao Ye.

"What are you doing in my room?" Zhao Xianghai pulled off his tie, rather displeased, "You drink the wine?"

"I drank it," Xiao Ye squatted on the ground, with a lot of wine bottles scattered beside him, smelling heavily of alcohol, "Drinking from eight o'clock until now."

Zhao Xianghai pursed his lips and was about to turn on the light when Xiao Ye stopped him suddenly: "Don't turn on the light."

"What?"

"The lights give me a headache."

Zhao Xianghai's hand stopped, and then he retracted it inexplicably.

He took off his coat, threw it on the bed, and looked at the figure squatting on the ground in the darkness: "You are done drinking, pack the bottle and go to your own room, I am going to sleep."

"Sleep?" Xiao Ye suddenly asked back, "Zhao Xianghai, you are outside, haven't you slept enough?"

Zhao Xianghai's expression froze: "What did you say?"

However, Xiao Ye seemed to be stimulated, stood up abruptly, approached Zhao Xianghai's body in the dark, grabbed his wrist, his eyes were burning red: "You took Song Xiu on a date, after I left, what did you do?" What? Come back so late, Zhao Xianghai... tell me, what did you do?"

Zhao Xianghai felt the scorching heat from Xiao Ye's body, and stepped back: "Stay away from me."

"Stay away from you?" Xiao Ye sneered, the alcohol seemed to have made his rationality absent, "After the breakup, you said the most to me, and that's the kind of thing."

Before Zhao Xianghai realized what he meant, he felt that someone was forcibly confining his waist, and a strong force was exerted on him. Before he could move, he was hugged and pulled, and pressed hard on the bed.