The bird raised by the boss has lost his memory

When Chen Ye learned that Song Zhixia was in the hospital, he hurried to the hospital.

For a well-known entertainer like Song Zhixia, it is impossible to go to the hospital without paparazzi to take pictures.

When he came to the hospital, when he learned that Song Zhixia lived in a general ward, Chen Ye's heart was already cold.

He knocked on the door of the single room in the hospital, and before he stepped in, he heard a burst of laughter inside, so lively.

I walked in and saw Song Zhixia lying on the bed surrounded by a circle, wearing a hat and holding a camera, who could he be if he wasn't a paparazzi?

The hospital gown was loose, and Song Zhixia looked extremely thin. He was on an IV drip, his face was pale, but he was in good spirits, chatting and laughing happily with the people around him.

Seeing Chen Ye coming, he said, "This is my manager, Chen Ye."

"Ah, since your agent is here, let's talk to him about anything. If you're sick, I won't bother you any more. I wish you a speedy recovery."

The brother photographer who was carrying the camera stood up and said goodbye to Song Zhixia in a friendly manner.

Chen Ye felt that the atmosphere in the ward was a bit too harmonious. It didn't look like the old enemy relationship between the celebrity and the paparazzi. If he came a second later, these people might be in charge?

He sent the person out of the ward with a confused face, closed the door and turned back again, and brought the porridge in his hand to Song Zhixia, and lowered his voice: "What did you tell them, how could they be so obedient?"

Song Zhixia blinked: "They told me that I hadn't eaten for three days and was sent to the hospital on the side of the road hungry and fainted. They are all good people, and they believed me after hearing that."

Chen Ye: "..."

Is this person sick or poor?He raised his hand as if to hit, and finally landed on Song Zhixia's forehead, and patted it lightly.

Song Zhixia smiled and hid: "They want me to have an exclusive interview, so the hospital incident will not be exposed."

"Let me just say," Chen Ye felt normal now, "Now you don't know how expensive the interview is, but they are very good."

Song Zhixia opened the lid of the thermos bucket, and there was a sweet and delicious thick porridge inside, which melted in the mouth, soft and glutinous and fragrant.

He hugged the thermos bucket for a few seconds in a daze, the thick porridge was steaming, and his eyelashes were extraordinarily dark.

Song Zhixia said thank you in a low voice, but Chen Ye didn't hear him. Chen Ye regarded him as his own brother, and couldn't hear him say thank you.

"Then I will trouble you to make the decision for me," Song Zhixia smiled slightly, "Come on."

Chen Ye scolded him with a smile: "Give me a good recovery, and leave the rest to me."

He strutted out of the ward door and went to haggle with the paparazzi.

Song Zhixia drank two mouthfuls of porridge, took out his phone and glanced at it.

He called Chu Jing five times last night, but he didn't answer.

The first judgment was indeed correct. Anyone could pull him in the dark, but that person would definitely not be Chu Jing.

When I called him, I probably lost my mind because of the pain, but Song Zhixia would not make this kind of mistake again.

He no longer looked at his phone, but concentrated on sipping porridge.

It seems that as soon as I close my eyes, the song lingers in my mind, lingering, like a nightmare.

Chu Rou still couldn't sleep after taking the sleeping pills. She was afraid of death and didn't dare to take more, so she grabbed her hair and waited until dawn.

When she looked in the mirror the next day, she was almost fainted by the people inside, and accidentally knocked over the mirror.

With disheveled hair, Chu Rou rushed out of the room with her long skirt in her hand, looking for Chu Qingrong.

And Chu Qingrong was in the study at the moment, and there were a lot of materials about Song Zhixia spread out in front of him. This person had a clean resume, and traces of his experiences from childhood to adulthood could be traced, as if he was a child from an ordinary family.

But that silhouette, so similar, and those blue eyes that often appear in dreams, how could it be okay?

Looking at these materials, Chu Qingrong's face showed no expression at all, and the years only added a few wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. After time, he appeared mature, stable, and had the ruthless calculations unique to a businessman.

Chu Rou hurriedly opened the door, and she rushed in without even wearing her shoes: "Brother! Is she back again? My mind is full of that song now."

Her image at this moment is completely different from when she was exquisite and beautiful last night, her hair is dry and long, her eyes are full of dark blue, and her lips are covered with white skin, as if she has aged ten years overnight.

Chu Qingrong walked over to her with a blanket and covered her body. He held her hand with a gentle but irresistible force: "Rou Rou, listen to me, nothing is wrong, don't scare yourself."

"It's been many years since that incident, and it has nothing to do with you."

"But I'm afraid." Chu Rou whimpered. She covered her mouth with her hand, and the sound of crying still escaped from her fingers. "Brother, I need to see a doctor, right? Can the doctor help me?"

Since winning the film at the peak, Chu Rou's state has continued to decline, and then she made a wise decision to half-retire, and now she is still at the top of the pyramid in the circle.

No one knew that during the period of her semi-retirement, she was actually seeing a psychiatrist intermittently.

"It's okay." Chu Qingrong hugged her in his arms, and he patted her on the back lightly, "I'll take care of all this, you don't need a doctor now, go drink a cup of hot milk, and then sleep, I'll let the servant accompany you you."

Chu Rou's excited mood gradually stabilized under this kind of patient comfort, she walked out obediently, and Chu Qingrong called a servant to take care of her.

Song Zhixia is an entertainer after all, and it is not suitable for him to stay in a public place like a hospital for a long time. After confirming that he is in good health, Chen Ye quickly discharged him from the hospital.

As soon as he got in the car, he began to question the teacher: "What's the matter with your disease? I carefully feed you three meals a day and take care of your glass stomach. How can acute gastritis be acute gastritis?"

Song Zhixia was quiet for a while, not daring to confront him directly under this kind of reprimand, so he replied: "I was reading the script last night, I didn't pay attention to the time, and I didn't eat lunch or dinner."

Chen Ye clasped his hands and sneered: "It's just that you don't eat two meals. The doctor also said that you have a fever, cold, and hunger and cold, which caused acute gastroenteritis."

He bit down on the four words of hunger and cold, and extended his hand politely: "Song Zhixia, you are a popular trafficker. In the 21st century, you were hospitalized with gastritis due to hunger and cold. Do you know how outrageous this is?"

Song Zhixia didn't let go: "Is there a problem with my dedication?"

As soon as Chen Ye took over Song Zhixia, he knew that he looked gentle and approachable on the surface, and he was polite to others, but that was just his skin, or in other words, he had disguised himself like this, so that it would be more appropriate to achieve his goal.

He has a clear mind, strong judgment, and strong decision-making ability. Once he wants to hide something, the possibility of learning from him is zero.

Chen Ye sighed slightly, not angry, only distressed for him.

Song Zhixia is only 23 years old this year. When Chen Ye took him, he hadn't graduated from university yet.

He couldn't figure out what had happened, what had gone through, so that a person who was supposed to be lively and cheerful like all the other students living in the ivory tower became what he is now.

"I won't force you if you don't want to say it, let's not talk about it," Chen Ye changed the subject, "Speaking of something recently, do you know Qin Chengyue?"

Qin Chengyue, a top performer in the entertainment industry, started from scratch. From the beginning, no one was optimistic about it. After ten years of ups and downs, he has become the leader of hundreds of millions of box office word-of-mouth. He shoots all kinds of movies. Some people describe his films as like a long knife that cuts through the dawn. Cold and warm.

It is a great honor to be featured in his movie, and it basically guarantees the box office reputation.

Song Zhixia became popular through traffic dramas, and he is still a long way from receiving good movie resources, let alone Qin Chengyue's movies.

Song Zhixia thought for a while: "I've heard of him, but I don't know him."

Chen Ye wondered: "He took the initiative to send me an audition invitation. I suspect that his assistant's trembling hands are the wrong person. That shouldn't be the case. I don't know him, and neither do you. Where did he know you?"

Ordinary people would jump for joy when they heard the news, but Song Zhixia reacted calmly: "Maybe he is a fan of Mu Baiyun?"

Chen Ye: "..."

Chen Ye looked at him sincerely: "Are you serious?"

Qin Chengyue, director of billions of dollars, has a sharp style, three views are extremely upright, and is a representative of the spirit of craftsman, but in private, he likes to watch ancient sweet idol dramas? ?

What kind of contrast is this? ?

"Maybe." Song Zhixia added, otherwise he couldn't figure out how Qin Chengyue noticed him.

Chen Ye thought about it for a long time, but was actually caught by Song Zhixia's thinking. At first, he thought it was possible. Song Zhixia debuted for a year, and the only representative work was "The End of Time", and the other dramas hadn't been aired yet.

He pondered: "Then I'll send him some Mu Baiyun postcards signed by you?"

Song Zhixia: "Let me go to the audition first."

Chen Ye then made the itinerary, took out his mobile phone and started working.

Originally, Chen Ye planned to send Song Zhixia home directly, but the itinerary for the next few days could be reduced as much as possible. On the way, Song Zhixia received a text message from Chu Jing, asking if he was in the hospital.

Song Zhixia stared at the message for a while, but the other side seemed to think that he was slow in replying, so he called directly.

Song Zhixia turned his head to look out of the car window, and the scenery quickly reversed: "Just got out of the hospital."

Chu Jing said lightly: "Then you go home."

After finishing speaking, he hung up without asking if he was going to do something next, or how he was doing in the hospital.

Song Zhixia glanced at the phone and put it back.

It was inevitable that the two sat close to each other. Chen Ye naturally also heard the content of the phone call. He immediately lost all thoughts of his work, and said speechlessly: "Is that Guisun calling?? Is he human? You are not good for you to be hospitalized." Whether you hear it or not, I ordered you to go home just after you got out of the hospital??"

He rolled up his sleeves, and freshly said: "Give me the phone, I want to see where his face comes from! What kind of worldly masterpiece is he!"

Song Zhixia sat motionless in the chair, resting his chin with his hands, his light blue eyes were unprecedentedly calm, just after he was discharged from the hospital, his face was still pale, like lukewarm water, but there seemed to be a kind of the power of.

Chu Jing wasn't considered the best either, he just didn't take Song Zhixia seriously.

Come when you are called, and leave as soon as you are there, without guilt, and without feeling that you have done something wrong.

He is too used to being superior and controlling everything with a dominant attitude. For this kind of person, bending over and empathizing simply does not exist.

Song Zhixia didn't expect him to have normal emotions.

"Don't be angry with him." Song Zhixia adjusted his sitting posture to make himself more comfortable. "Why are people angry with the cash machine? It's not worth it."

Chen Ye was a little emotional, and didn't quite hear what he was saying for a while: "Huh?"

"What I mean is," Song Zhixia smiled, and this smile made him feel smart, and he slowly turned off his phone, "I don't need him right now, so there's no need to get used to it, I don't plan to go back. "