you don't love him anymore he loves you

Zhou Shike withdrew his gaze and got into the car. When the car drove up to Fu Simian, a coat was thrown out of the car window. Zhou Shike turned his face indifferently, and then the car window went up.

At the same time, a group of fans who caught up vented their dissatisfaction on Fu Simian. Fu Simian didn't notice that when he bent down to put his clothes on the ground, he was hit hard on the back of the head by someone's bag.

"Are you sick?"

"Why don't you pick up all the trash by the riverside if you are so nosy?"

Fu Simian straightened up with his coat in his hand, turned around and looked at these girls indifferently.

They were frozen by each other's indifferent eyes.

The young man's eyes fell on their school uniforms.

The voice falling in the ear has a metallic cold texture.

"A student from Seventh High School?"

As soon as Zhou Shike got home, he received a call from Song Guiyan. The other party first asked him if he had gone home. After getting an affirmative answer, Song Guiyan said helplessly, "Why are you running around outside? Someone caught you."

He went on to say: "But it's okay, it's all from passers-by, saying that you also went to the show, and there is no marketing account to show the rhythm. They also lamented that the fans are too crazy now."

Zhou Shike raised his hand to touch his face, and his action caught his aunt's attention.

Auntie yelled "Ouch", trotted over and held Zhou Shike's face to look left and right. There were several bloodstains that I didn't know how to scratch, and it hurt a lot to look at it.

"What did you do?" Auntie was very distressed, and hurried to find the medicine box.

Song Guiyan heard the movement here, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Zhou Shike grabbed a washed pear and gnawed it in his hand, "I'm not afraid."

Song Guiyan couldn't help laughing with his tone as if coaxing a dog.

"In the future, try not to be alone when you go out. Some fans behave more extreme and may lose their sense of proportion. I will find you another male assistant. As long as you go out, let him accompany you." Song Guiyan had already left work Yes, he was preparing for tomorrow's announcement about Zhou Shike's endorsement of Zhou Shixun's brand, and he took Zhou Shike out directly through the show, but he didn't expect to make such a fuss in advance.

Fortunately, there was no negative impact. Looking at the video on the computer screen, a group of girls in the video were teasing Zhou Shike, regardless of how it would affect the artist's image in a public place.

"Well, okay." Zhou Shike bit the pear until it clicked. He looked up at the dazzling crystal lamp, the big crystals were bright and bright, "Teacher Song, what do you like about me?"

"Are you asking the fans or me?"

"All."

"Fans...it's hard to say, some people may like your appearance, and some people like you because you sing well," Song Guiyan said in a low voice, soft and comfortable like high-quality fabrics, "but these things will change , if you ask me, what I like is you, I like you in every period."

He seems to be stating a fact, not saying I like you, so it won't make people feel like avoiding it.

It was Song Guiyan's turn to ask questions. He had questions, and he always had them.

"Why did you like Fu Simian back then?" Song Guiyan couldn't see that there was anything special about Fu Simian, but Song Guiyan admitted that Fu Simian's appearance was indeed quite outstanding. He had brought domestic and foreign artists, Fu Simian is a rare person who has no gap between himself and the camera, and even the photos he takes do not need retouching, but Zhou Shike himself has these.

Why did he fall so hard on Fu Simian?

Zhou Shike squinted his eyes, he was in a very peaceful mood at the moment, as if he was thinking about something that had been a long time ago.

He himself is also the one being chased. Compared with him, Fu Simian is not particularly attractive in this respect.

"Feel it," Zhou Shike said, "He doesn't discriminate against others."

Zhou Shike sat up from the sofa, thought for a while, and said, "Mr. Song, you should know that the people around me, how should I put it, even if they do good deeds, they always have the meaning of giving alms, condescension, or even showing off. Fu Simian is different from being chased and beaten by cleaners who give warmth, he is kind to those people, he will bend down and forget his identity."

Song Guiyan asked softly after listening, "But what about you?"

Zhou Shike didn't speak, Song Guiyan continued to ask, "What evidence do you have to prove that he wasn't just showing off to those people?"

"People can make a show for a while, but they can't do it for a lifetime." Zhou Shike thinks that every time an entrepreneur or artist donates money on the Internet, someone will always jump out and say that they are just a show.

Yang Shangchen held a broom and took selfies on the street for three hours as a show, but for real donations, no matter the gesture or not, Zhou Shike hoped that more and more people would do this kind of "show".

"But it's true for me." Zhou Shike dodged the cotton swab poked by his aunt, took it and scratched his face casually twice, "Mr. Song, don't test me."

He still has something to say, so Song Guiyan didn't interrupt him.

"You know what I was like before. That's how I am. No matter how good someone I don't like, I'll admit how good he is. Let me deny and slander the whole person because of grievances. I can't do it."

"Just because I praise someone doesn't mean I like him."

Zhou Shike threw the finished core into the trash can, "It's dead." He said.

Preference means liking.

Just like when he watched Fu Simian before, he could brainwash himself into being introverted and unable to express Fu Simian's indifference.

You just don't know you're in the game.

He was like that at the time.

The same is true for Fu Simian now. He always feels that it can be redeemed, and does some extremely boring and meaningless things. In Zhou Shike's eyes, Fu Simian who does these things is no different from those who chased him before.

The next day, the events of that night were still fermented.

In addition to the group of fans who were scolded to come out to apologize, there was also a photo of Fu Simian running with Zhou Shike for a while and throwing his coat to Zhou Shike, which was exposed by passers-by.

But Fu Simian was only shown in the back, which was very blurry and unrecognizable, but Zhou Shike's side face was fully exposed under the camera.

The light came from a distance, and the two people's figures stood out from the crowd. Even in the snapped photos, you can feel that the eyes of the person who didn't show his face are completely persistent and serious on Zhou Shike.

Feelings cannot be ignored.

Naobu sent this photo to the hot search.

[Do these women want to debut?Fuck it, if you want to sign it, what's the matter if you just pull your mask and clothes when you go up? ]

[no mother? ]

[Look at the school uniform is from the third middle school...]

[No, no, no, No. No. [-] Middle School won’t take the blame. They are the seventh private school. The school uniforms of our two schools are a bit similar, but they are different when you look closely. Our blue is sky blue, and their blue is lake water Blue with a touch of green. ]

[I really hate these people, can't you pay attention to the works?I have to disturb his private life, with so many people around, and reporters, my Ah Ke must be scared to death. ]

[There is something wrong, pick up their names for me! ]

[My focus is different from yours, I want to know who this man is? ]

[I don't know anything, but I want to knock. ]

[Are you in love? ]

[Assistant, this photo is too blurry, especially this man must be running very fast, he almost ran out of the mosaic, but his height is not bad, he is taller than Ah Ke. ]

[It's not the assistant, look at his unsmudged hand, the watch on the wrist is exposed, the watch is a classic model of a certain brand with 100 million yuan, who's assistant is so embarrassing? ]

[Look carefully and zoom in, there is a ring on his ring finger! ! ! ]

[Help, is this A Ke's object? ]

[No! ! !My Ake is still a child! ]

[Uh, don't talk nonsense, Ake is still on the rise...]

[Couldn't you come out and clarify?I feel that the more I talk about it, the more I see that someone said that Ah Ke already has two adopted children, a boy and a girl, one is two years old and the other is three years old...]

……

But this hot search only stayed on the top for half an hour before it was withdrawn, and it was directly withdrawn to the bottom, the kind that you have to turn several pages in a row to see it.

Several rhythmic accounts were also blocked, even though many people had saved the photos.

But because of the fast ban, the popularity has still been dropped a lot.

Song Guiyan called Zhou Shike, Zhou Shike just woke up, "Mr. Song, the speed is pretty fast."

Song Guiyan paused slightly, "I didn't surrender."

"It's not the Zhou family either."

The sleepiness in Zhou Shike's eyes dissipated.

Song Guiyan was in the company, and he watched the continuous stream of speculation about Zhou Shike's relationship status on the Internet, and he estimated that he would follow the clues to Fu Simian soon.

He pressed between his eyebrows, "I can't think of anyone else except Fu Simian."

What does it have to do with him?

Does he need this?

Many questions came to mind, Zhou Shike didn't understand the meaning of what Fu Simian did, but all the words came to his lips, and the last thing he said was: "Oh."

"The photos have to be processed. You can't let them pull out the past along the way. It's not good for you."

Zhou Shike yawned, "What does Teacher Song want to do?"

Song Guiyan expressed an idea, Zhou Shike was silent for a long time, and then said, "Anything is fine." He didn't need to care what Fu Simian would think.

After hanging up the phone with Zhou Shike, Song Guiyan connected Fu's phone.

The person who answered the phone was Zhao Xu.

"Hi, I'm Song Guiyan, I'm looking for Fu Simian."

Hearing Song Guiyan's name, Zhao Xu was stunned for a moment, then connected to the inside line of Fu Simian's office, and said in a low voice, "Boss Fu, Song Guiyan's call."

It took two seconds for Fu Simian's voice to ring out.

"Come in."

"Boss Fu, I'm Song Guiyan, you should know why I'm here." Song Guiyan's tone was gentle, it didn't look like he was talking to a rival in love at all.

Fu Simian looked at the document in his hand, and said calmly, "What is the purpose of Teacher Song's visit?"

"Thank you, Mr. Fu." Song Guiyan's tone was relaxed. In terms of age, he was several years older than Fu Simian, but when talking to the other party, Song Guiyan didn't feel relaxed at all. The imposing manner in the other party's words , Even if you don't face each other, you can feel it faintly.

Fu Simian lowered his eyes and looked out of the window, "I helped Ake, thank you, it shouldn't be you."

"It's the same for everyone, isn't it? I'm Ah Ke's manager, and I should help him with work matters." Song Guiyan said slowly, directly including Fu Simian in the work content, and had nothing to do with Zhou Shike. relation.

"In addition to thanking you, there is another matter that requires Mr. Fu's cooperation, which is that photo. Mr. Fu must know about it. The comments on this photo on the Internet are very fermented. Ake doesn't want you to have the past with him. If the netizens know, the person in the photo cannot be you." Song Guiyan's tone was gentle, as if he was discussing with Fu Simian, but he never left Ah Ke, in fact, he didn't have to discuss it.

Fu Simian dug out the photo from the computer and zoomed in. Although the photo was taken secretly, the angle was exceptionally good. Although the figures of the two people were not clear, the photo gave off a heart-wrenchingly romantic feeling. Can't help but soften.

If it wasn't him, who could it be?

No matter who it is, the feeling of this photo will not change.

Fu Simian asked a question that even he himself felt childish, "If it's not me, who else could it be?" of Frost.

Not even a photo would erase his existence.

"Anyone can," Song Guiyan replied, "In short, it can't be Mr. Fu. I think you are very clear about the specific reasons. You will cooperate with my work, right?"

Fu Simian did not answer immediately.

The afterglow outside the window could not come in, the curtains blocked it, and Fu Simian was covered in a thin layer of shadow, making his expression look dim.

"Does Ah Ke know?" The knuckles of his fingers holding the pen slowly turned white.

Song Guiyan raised his lips, "Of course, as a manager, I absolutely respect the artist's wishes."

Afterglow slowly tilted, and the whole office was darkened.

The remaining anticipation in Fu Simian's eyes dissipated, and after a long time, his cold voice sounded, "Since Ah Ke agrees, then I have no objection."

Before hanging up the phone, Fu Simian asked one last question.

"Who?"

"What does Boss Fu think?" Song Guiyan's tone rarely showed a smile.

No need to ask anymore, the person who replaced Fu Simian was Song Guiyan. The height difference between the two was not too much. Yan, the fans will not say anything, he is Zhou Shike's manager, and his doing so will even make the fans feel that he is very responsible for the artist.

After finishing the call, Fu Simian sank into the soft seat and looked out the window without moving for a long time.

When he moved, even if he was breathing, every part of his body felt painful.

He thought last night that he and Ah Ke might, still, have a chance, but today Song Guiyan told him openly and secretly that his existence would only disrupt Zhou Shike's work and make Zhou Shike's life worse.

It was then, and it is now.

It's just a back view, a photo, and Fu Simian's existence is not allowed.

Fu Simian reached out and took the phone from the table, took out the photo, adjusted it to a suitable size, and replaced it with the screen saver of the phone. The young man's stern eyebrows were reflected on the phone screen.

His eyelids were like shattered crystals.

It's okay now, it only exists on his mobile phone, only he knows it, and it doesn't hinder anyone.

The tone of the photo is very dark, the dark color gradually spread from the screen to Fu Simian's eyes, and everything in front of him became dim and blurred.

"boom!"

There was a heavy muffled sound in the office, accompanied by the sound of glass breaking and folders falling on the floor.

Hearing the movement, Zhao Xu rushed out of his office and ran in. What he saw was Fu Simian lying on the ground. His face was pale, his brows were tightly furrowed, and a layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Boss Fu!"

Zhao Xu almost stopped breathing!

"Go and ask the driver to drive the car to the door, hurry up!" Zhao Xu shouted at the few people in the CEO's office outside.

People's Hospital emergency department.

After Zhao Xu had finished registering, the doctor came out of the emergency room just after a brief reading. The doctor took off the stethoscope and said calmly, "Don't worry, it's just that you're overworked and haven't had a good rest, but the patient's heart rate seems to be a problem. Someone will take an electrocardiogram for him, and then ask the cardiologist to come down and take a look."

Zhao Xu didn't understand much of what he said. He looked hard into the emergency room from the window, chased after the doctor and asked, "What do you mean by having a heart problem? My boss is only in his twenties, how could he have a heart problem?" question?"

The doctor showed a conciliatory smile and told him not to panic, "It's normal. Many young people stay up late and work will have an impact on the heart. Think about yourself, do you feel that your heart beats faster after staying up late? Pay attention later. It’s not a big deal to recuperate and rest, but if it remains the same in the future, it may develop into other diseases.”

Seeing that Zhao Xu was dumbfounded, but still didn't understand, the doctor didn't continue to dwell on this issue with him, "Also, the patient has a deep gash in the back of his head, which seems to have been treated, but it's not very professional, he The fainting is probably due to blood loss."

"Why are you still bleeding, doctor?" Zhao Xu's heart beat wildly after hearing this, and he felt that he was about to be overwhelmed. It's up to him! He hasn't reconciled with his partner yet, and he's been losing money in business lately..."

"Oh, it's all right, how can this person not be sick, right? Wait until the cardiologist sees us." The doctor was frightened by Zhao Xu, and went back to the emergency room with a stethoscope.

But the doctor just got back and ran out again.

"Well, go get the valuables on the patient and keep them yourself, otherwise we won't be responsible for losing them. He will need an infusion later, so it's best to take his watch and ring. It's not safe for people to come and go. "

The emergency room is like this, and there will be no special wards, that is the stuff of the inpatient department.

But because at this time, there are not many people who come to the emergency room. There are only two or three patients in the emergency room, one who knocked out his front tooth while playing basketball, and one who was dragged by the dog for three miles while walking the dog.

Zhao Xu lifted the curtain, squatted down quietly by the bed, and carefully took off the watch from Fu Simian's wrist. The million-dollar watch... Zhao Xu gently put it in his pocket.

ring……

Zhao Xu stretched out his hand to pull, but Fu Simian's hand was suddenly clenched. He was startled, and looked up at the person on the bed.

Fu Simian slowly opened his eyes, his voice was difficult, "Don't take off the ring."

"Okay, okay, I won't move the ring, Mr. Fu, do you know that you fainted in the office?" After Zhao Xu finished speaking, he saw the doubt in Fu Simian's eyes, so he knew he hadn't reacted yet, "Doctor wait The meeting will come, and he said that you have been too tired recently."

"Yeah." Fu Simian knew that he was in the hospital when he saw the big characters of Emergency Department on the wall, "You go out first."

"Give me the phone."

When Zhao Xu heard that Fu Simian wanted a cell phone, he quickly took out Fu Simian's cell phone from the other pocket and handed it to Fu Simian respectfully.

Fu Simian opened the screen.

Zhou Shike's PR has come to an end.

Zhou Shike is not in a relationship, the person in that photo is Zhou Shike's manager, Song Guiyan.

[Where is the ghost?The agent wears a watch worth more than 100 million yuan?The manager is so tall and looks handsome from the back?Then what kind of agent is he still acting as? ]

[No, do you know that Zhou Shike's manager is Song Guiyan?He was abroad before, and he was the one who promoted the popular foreign boy group recently, right?And if you doubt his good looks, you can go to search, Zhou sent a few photos when he hired him last time, can you come here without opening your mouth? ]

[I went to see, the person in the photo should be him. ]

[Really handsome! ]

[I feel like I can pack up and make my debut! ]

[Could it be Teacher Song acting as a manager for love? ]

[No, otherwise why he was abroad in those few years, and Ake was also in Jiangcheng all the time. There was no contact between the two before, it was really a relationship between a manager and an artist. ]

[But the photos are so good! ]

[Whatever, I'll knock it off first, I feel that if Ah Ke falls in love, if he is with Song Guiyan, then it's not unacceptable. ]

[I also! ]

[With a face! ]

[Yes, yes, especially this photo, help, the atmosphere is so good! ]

The direction of the wind has been shifted, and there are even cp fans on the Internet, and there are quite a few of them.

His heart suddenly hit his chest desperately.

His stomach began to churn, and the taste in his mouth was sour and astringent. His whole body was on fire, and after a few violent heartbeats, his heart began to radiate dull pain like his body.

Fu Simian sat up and lay down on the edge of the bed and vomited violently, his fingers clenched the guardrail tightly, his internal organs seemed to be being stirred crazily by one hand.

He didn't eat much for two days, and there was nothing in his stomach to vomit, so it was bile, which made people vomit even more.

The doctors and nurses over there heard the movement and rushed over. The liquid on the ground was yellow and green.

Fu Simian's face was pale, his eyes were blood red, he said hoarsely, "I'm sorry."

Then he bent down again.

The doctor was also anxious, and turned to ask the nurse at the station, "Go and ask if there is any space for the filming staff. If there is no space, join the team. Why hasn't the intravenous access been built yet? Hurry up and build it, and two people will send it to the filming!"

The nurse pushed the treatment trolley over to build the tunnel. She felt the patient's hand was as cold as a stone, and felt tight. The tunnel might not be easy to build.

Zhao Xu also took advantage of the chaos and ran in.

The emergency doctor had also seen a big scene. After arranging for someone to deal with it, he left again. No one cared how the family members ran in for a while.

Zhao Xu swore that he had never seen Fu Simian in such a mess.

The meticulously groomed hair was scattered in front of the forehead, blocking the eyebrows, and the blood on the face could not be seen.

Fu Simian suddenly threw up on the edge of the bed again, just retching, he had nothing to vomit, Zhao Xu stomped on the spot anxiously, but he didn't dare to take any medicine without checking.

Until he saw Fu Simian spit out a mouthful of blood, not only Zhao Xu was frightened, but also the nurse was stunned.

"Doctor!" The two turned their heads and shouted together.

But Zhao Xu also added: "Help!" He shouted with a vibrato.

The doctor pondered for a while, and he asked Zhao Xu if he knew Fu Simian's previous physical condition.

Zhao Xu was at a loss, "Our boss didn't get sick very much, he used to exercise regularly, and he was in good health, but during this time, he didn't eat well, and he often stayed up late, and he was under a lot of pressure, oh oh oh also, he recently Drink!" The last time Zhao Xu went to Fu Simian's house, half the wine cabinet was already empty.

"Then there might be something wrong with the stomach. We have to wait for the results of the examination. The blood has already been sent for examination. Everything else must be followed step by step. Don't worry too much."

Zhao Xu was confused, "Okay, okay."

Even in his eyes, hematemesis is probably not far from death, but judging by the expressions of these doctors, it shouldn't be fatal.

Zhao Xu looked at Fu Simian who was lying back again. Maybe he didn't realize it, neither did the people around him, and even Fu Simian himself didn't realize it.

It is possible that Fu Simian will not live long after leaving Zhou Shike.

It doesn't mean that he actively seeks death, but that all aspects of his body, including his psychology and emotions, have reacted to Zhou Shike's departure.

Such a proud and lofty person, in just half a year, seemed to be a different person, his arrogance collapsed, he wanted to restore it, but he couldn't, so he was severely retaliated by his own body.

The nurse was giving the injection when she heard someone sobbing behind her. She turned her head and saw that it was the patient's family member, a big man...

Zhao Xu didn't care that much.

He squatted beside the bed, talked to Fu Simian in a low voice, choked up and said, "Boss Fu, may I call Ah Ke?"

Fu Simian closed his eyes, Qingjun's face seemed to be shattered at the touch of it.

"Zhao Xu, don't pretend to be smart," he said slowly, with some difficulty.

He is in such a mess now, he doesn't want Zhou Shike to see him, besides, Zhou Shike won't come either.