her rose

Jiang Hanguang's fainting also startled Hua Ran. This omega, who seemed to be only in her early twenties, was the daughter of a rich merchant Hua's family. She was spoiled by a lot of love since she was a child, and she had a princess disease. She felt that she was unparalleled in beauty little princess.

But ever since she joined this group and met Jiang Hanguang, no matter how blindly confident she was, she couldn't brazenly say that she was prettier than Jiang Hanguang.

Hua Ran, whose appearance was crushed, was upset at first, but Jiang Hanguang was a low-key person, and never lingered in front of her except for the scene, and the two lived in peace for a while.

The problem lies in the other protagonist of "White Clothes", Lang Wenxing. Lang Wenxing is an idol actor who has exploded in the circle in the past two years. He is a handsome male alpha. He treats Jiang Hanguang very well. He yelled, but he was always lukewarm towards Huaran.

Under the catalysis of this kind of differential treatment, Miss Hua's princess has advanced cancer, and she is determined to teach this dog AO a lesson.With her status, she can't punish Long Wenxing for the time being, but it is more than enough to bully Jiang Hanguang who has just come back.

Seeing that something happened at this meeting, Hua Ran immediately wanted to shirk responsibility, she curled her lips and said contemptuously, "I didn't take a few pictures, why are you pretending to be sister Lin? You want to come back when you are in such poor health?"

Then he glared at Cheng Ying again, "Who are you?"

Cheng Ying's hand quickly touched Jiang Han's forehead, and it was astonishingly hot.

I have to rush to the hospital. It's a pity that such a beautiful face will be burnt into a fool.

She took off her sunglasses, smiled flatteringly, and said hello obediently, "I'm Cheng Ying, hello sister-in-law."

"Cheng Ying?" Hua Ran looked suspiciously at the tall and beautiful alpha in front of her, but couldn't connect her with the trash that Cheng Liang said had a chaotic private life.

Looking like this, even if it is a waste, it is also a beautiful waste.

Seeing that she was silent, the beautiful waste asked in a low voice, "Sister-in-law, can I take this young lady to the hospital first? She doesn't seem to be doing well."

The sister-in-law greatly pleased Hua Ran with these words, and she waved her hand, "Go ahead, prescribe whatever medicine you want, and then don't say we abused her."

"Okay." Cheng Ying nodded, carried Jiang Hanguang out of the set area, and shouted to the group of people in the filming area, "Which one is Miss Jiang's assistant?"

No one answered.

The director came up to her while wiping his sweat, and leaned into her ear, "Mr. Cheng, Miss Jiang seems to have had some conflicts with her manager. She came here by herself these two days."

Cheng Ying: "..."

Miss Jiang, it's too miserable for you to still be like this with this face.

After all, after all, people fainted on the set, the director still sent a staff member to take Jiang Hanguang to the infirmary next to the studio.

only……

Cheng Ying looked at the swollen alpha and his greedy eyes on the man in his arms, and sighed.

"I don't need you, I'll take her there."

The staff gave her a mysterious smile that everyone is alpha, I understand you, and went reluctantly.

Cheng Ying sighed, and carried Jiang Hanguang on her back. Her arms passed through the woman's knees, and she grabbed the hem of her clothes, trying not to make more unnecessary touches.

It's rare to do a good deed, send Buddha to the west.

Perhaps it was due to the loss of strength caused by the high fever, the body of the person on the back was light, soft and hot, Cheng Ying couldn't help recalling the touch of Jiang Hanguang's waist.

That kind of toughness, you should usually pay attention to exercise?

After all, Miss Jiang Hanguang seems quite self-disciplined.

Jiang Hanguang's pheromone is rose-flavored, which fits her appearance very well.

Cheng Ying could imagine how intoxicating it would be when the smell became stronger.

It's just that the smell is too pure, almost like the smell of unmarked omega.

A small infirmary is equipped next to each studio in the central film and television city to deal with some emergencies.

The inside of the infirmary was filled with panic-stricken whiteness, but fortunately, the temperature was not too bad. Cheng Ying helped Jiang Hanguang take off her shoes, and laid her flat on the snow-white hospital bed.

The lower body is still equipped with gears, and the whole body is snow-white. The round-headed medical robot drove to the bed, first scanned Jiang Hanguang who was placed on the bed by Cheng Ying, stretched out a probe-like antenna, and pressed on the woman's plump forehead. clicked.

"Cause: Temporary coma caused by exhaustion, cold and fever. Optimal solution: After injecting antipyretics, maintain body temperature and take a good rest."

After the robot finished speaking in a straightforward electronic voice, it took out an injection from the locker next to it, and accurately pierced it into the light blue blood vessel on the back of Jiang Hanguang's hand.

Cheng Ying felt a pain in the back of his hand when he saw its rough and direct approach.

Jiang Hanguang frowned tightly, but didn't struggle much.

This is the second time Cheng Ying thinks she is being good.

After the needle was inserted, the robot applied the hemostatic patch to Jiang Hanguang and turned away without any regrets.

Cheng Ying looked at its mechanical and confident back silently, and murmured, "What about maintaining body temperature? Which mentally retarded system is this?"

The machine didn't work well, so she had to do it herself to cover Jiang Hanguang with a quilt.

After leaving the cold water abuse, Omega's face flushed abnormally. Cheng Ying sat down beside her and complained to the medical robot that had nothing to do with her, "Are you a doctor or am I a doctor? Do you understand?" How to take care of patients?"

The medical robot obviously did not load the dialogue system, and did not respond to Cheng Ying's words at all.

Cheng Ying sighed slightly, her carefree tone suddenly sank, like a tiger just waking up from a nap, showing its sharp fangs.

"Mantou, hack it."

The watch on her wrist flickered, and the cute face on the electronic screen of the medical robot suddenly changed into the face of a little girl with short hair, whose appearance closely resembled that of Cheng Ying.

The girl looked at her round hand curiously, and rolled to Cheng Ying's side.

"What?"

Cheng Ying pointed to Jiang Hanguang on the bed, "Don't you like her? Check if there is any way to make her feel better."

"OK, wait a minute."

The movement of the steamed bun was much faster than the original robot, and after a while, a basin of warm water was brought over, and a wet towel was twisted to cool Jiang Hanguang physically.

Cheng Ying sat on the side, boredly watching the robbed robot busy, during which time it prevented him from trying to strip Jiang Han's clothes to wipe her body.

With the assistance of medicine and outsiders, Jiang Hanguang's fever subsided in less than two hours, and his complexion returned to normal. It seemed that there was nothing serious about it.

"Jiang Hanguang, an omega woman, ancient Asian descent, 30 years old this year, a professional actor, her masterpiece is "Southern Wind" released in 2080. That work won her many nominations, but in the end she failed to win an award. Soon after, she She retired and married Feng Nan, the current president of Feng Foods. A month ago, she divorced Feng Nan and signed a contract with Cheng's Media to play the role of Mo Yan in "White Clothes."

"Why are you telling me these things?" Cheng Ying raised his forehead.

"For reference, why don't you want to sign her to save her?" Mantou was eager to try.

Cheng Ying: "..."

good question.

She wanted to know herself.

Just because Jiang Hanguang reminded her of that mother who didn't even have ashes left?

This is so offensive.

Miss Ming Jiang's face looks younger than Hua Ran's.

However, Cheng Ying looked at Jiang Hanguang on the bed again. The sleeping woman's face was peaceful, and she was still beautiful enough to be directly drawn into the painting.

This is really not her type.

Under the dual effects of fever and drugs, Jiang Hanguang rarely had a peaceful night's sleep. He dreamed that he was back in college, standing alone on the stage of an empty auditorium, and there were a few people who couldn't see their faces sitting sparsely under the stage.

Her voice hadn't sung for a long time, like a rusty old machine, it took a long time to find its own function.

The voice of Jiang Hanguang when she sings is different from when she speaks. When she was a child, she grew up at her grandmother's house. She was not taken to Yunjing City by her parents until she was 8 years old and had a younger sister who was determined to be an alpha.

Her parents loathed her soft accent, as if it was a shame to have a voice from a less developed area.

Everything about that ignorant little girl was quickly disintegrated by the operating rules of this advanced city, and reassembled, leaving only a few words in some unnoticed blind corners, like the small footprints of sparrows in the snow.

Jiang Hanguang is never in a hurry when speaking, and if he speaks well, he can directly apply for a newscaster job.

But when she started to sing, the long and soft hometown accent would seep in between the lines involuntarily, it was not obvious, but it was different.

She opened her mouth with difficulty, and as soon as she uttered the first syllable, bright lights suddenly lit up under the stage, illuminating everyone's faces clearly.

Her parents, her sister, her... husband.

Jiang Hanguang froze in place, like an extremely eye-catching but lifeless sculpture.

Her mother was heartbroken, "Why do you want to act? How can you divorce Mr. Feng?"

Her father squinted at her coldly, "What a disgrace!"

Her younger sister opened her eyes in confusion, "Sister, did you get to act in that film because you slept with the director? They say that omega actors are easy to be unspoken."

Finally, Feng Nan, the man smiled coldly, "What are you refusing? Do you have to wait for me to throw away your blocker, and then watch you beg me like a dog?"

Feng Nan's eyes were too realistic, almost the same as the threat before the divorce, Jiang Hanguang couldn't help shivering, and opened his eyes.

Her eyes were blindingly white, she was in a trance for a moment, smelled the woody scent she smelled before she passed out, and remembered that she bumped into someone the second before she passed out, her eyes rolled and she looked aside.

A woman with long hands and long legs is sitting on the accompanying chair next to the hospital bed, with one hand dangling behind the chair, and the other hand quickly swiping her mobile phone, leaning back slightly, with a pair of long legs that have nowhere to rest Half bent and pedaling on the iron rod under the hospital bed, the whole person is a capitalized "sitting or not sitting".

But such a person who doesn't look very impressive at first glance has a good skin that is unforgettable.She looked less than 20 years old, with half-length black hair casually tied into a ponytail on the back of her head, and the broken hair on her forehead was a little messy, but she looked extremely young.Her face has a gentle outline, but her eyebrows are straight and thick, her eye sockets are slightly deep, her nose is straight and her lips are thin, showing a kind of Eurasian mixed beauty of strength and softness, especially those light blue eyes, which are slender and slightly folded. The tail is picked up, with a bright color like the sky, with a casual smile at this time, like a shallow sea with ripples under the sun.

"Yo, are you awake?" The other party noticed her movement, put away the phone casually, and moved the chair with pulleys to the bed with his buttocks, with a playful smile on his face, "Do you feel okay? Young lady."

"Hmm..." Jiang Hanguang has been quite allergic to the name "sister" recently because of Lang Wenxing. He was stunned for a moment before speaking, his voice was a bit hoarse, but his tone was steady and his words were clear. High fever omega.

Cheng Ying watched her sit up slowly, first instinctively straightened her back, sorted out her sleepy hair a little, then turned around, looked directly at herself with her black eyes that were free from impurities, and thanked her earnestly, "thank you."

Strict family education, strong sense of distance, not easy to get close to.

Cheng Ying made a simple evaluation of Jiang Hanguang in her heart, and at the same time confirmed again that this is really not her favorite type.

She is an impatient gardener who doesn't like expensive flowers.

Having said that, Cheng Ying still poured a glass of water for the sick patient out of humanitarian principles, "Director Yuan just called me and said that your role is scheduled for the day after tomorrow, so take a good rest these two days."

"Yeah." Jiang Hanguang took the water glass, nodded hesitantly, and didn't know whether to say thank you again or ask who this benefactor is first.

Cheng Ying saw her calmly holding a water glass and sipping water. For some reason, she had the illusion that Miss Jiang was very good.

Obviously, Jiang Hanguang's appearance and temperament have nothing to do with the word "good".

Cheng Ying wondered if she had stayed up too late lately and her mind was not clear.

At this time, someone knocked lightly on the door of the infirmary, interrupting the contemplation of the two people in the room.

The people outside the door didn't seem to have any intention of waiting for others' consent. After three seconds, they pushed the door open. The high-heeled shoes clicked, and the clothes floated in with the wind. They walked in front of Cheng Ying with a reserved voice. , "I've been waiting for you in the studio for a long time, why did you come here?"

The person who came was wearing a snow-white long dress, which didn't look like ordinary clothes, but rather like a dress worn in commercials.

Even Jiang Hanguang, who just came back, knows her name, Xu Ning, the little flower who is now famous.

Then she is...Jiang Hanguang looked at Cheng Ying, and recalled the lace news of a certain entertainment station in his mind-"The daughter of a genius has become a dude, and she has an ambiguous relationship with a signed artist."

Cheng Ying, Cheng Mo's daughter, Xu Ning's manager.

Cheng Ying finally had a sincere smile on her face, pointed at Jiang Hanguang and said to Xu Ning, "I saw that it was still early, so I came to the company's studio for a walk, and it happened that this sister was not feeling well, so I sent her here by the way."

Xu Ning glanced over, and Jiang Hanguang felt that he had to prove it to his benefactor to avoid misunderstanding from the rumored target, so he nodded quickly, "Well, thank you very much, Ms. Cheng, for causing her trouble."

Xu Ning glanced at her with a half-smile, waved his hand, "It's good that people are fine."

I don't know why, but this look reminded Jiang Hanguang of the orange cat he raised in the past watching her feed the stray cats outside.

Proud, pitiful, and maybe a little defensive.

Miss Jiang Hanguang, the stray cat, touched her nose unconsciously and lowered her head a little.

Xu Ning stopped looking at her and turned to Cheng Ying, "Then shall we go?"

The two told Jiang Hanguang not to go to the door, who knew that they had only taken two steps.Another person rushed in through the door.

This person was even more thorough. He didn't even knock on the door, and rushed to Jiang Hanguang's bedside, holding her hand with concern on his face, "Sister, sister, sister, are you okay!"

It was Long Wenxing, the protagonist of "White Clothes".

Jiang Hanguang suddenly felt that the headache that had just been relieved a little bit would become more serious, and he nodded slightly while pulling out his hand, "It's okay, how do you know I'm here?"

Lang Wenxing has curly hair, blinking big eyes like an over-enthusiastic canine, "The director told me! That Hua Ran is bullying you again, right? I'll settle the score with her some other day!"

"No need." Jiang Hanguang said helplessly, "I'm fine, you can go back to work quickly."

"How can I do that, sister, are you still feeling uncomfortable? Is there anything you want to eat?"

Cheng Ying was dragged towards the door by Xu Ning, but in the end she couldn't help but look back at Jiang Hanguang, who was entangled by Lang Wenxing, and felt that Miss Jiang was really miserable.

The odds of a crew being able to produce a princess disease and a prince disease at the same time and leave her tormenting alone are probably lower than winning the lottery.

Mantou's voice came again in his head, "This guy is so noisy, don't you know that the patient needs a good rest?"

Cheng Ying glanced back again, Xu Ning pinched her hand gently, and her own artist whispered teasingly close at hand.

"A domestic flower is not as fragrant as a wild flower?"

Forget it, we meet by chance, you'd better be lucky, Miss Jiang.

Cheng Ying turned her head and left without saying a word.

Cheng Ying and Jiang Hanguang are like two straight lines separated by thousands of miles. By chance, they meet each other for a short time and then go their separate ways without looking back.

Little do they know that fate has tied the tail of the thread with a knot of constant cutting and chaos.

After sending Xu Ning to the airport, Cheng Ying, who was dragged to the bar late at night by her friends, was lying on the bed, looking at the meeting information sent to her by Cheng Liang's secretary, her expressionless face seemed to be covered with a thin layer of ice.

And Jiang Hanguang, who finally got rid of Lang Wenxing and was about to leave the infirmary to go home, found a valuable silver ring inlaid with precious stones on the white floor of the infirmary. The size of the ring was a circle larger than her finger. Thinking back, Xu Ning's hands were similar to hers, and Long Wenxing didn't wear anything on his hands.

Then it can only be Cheng Ying's.

Jiang Hanguang thought for 10 minutes but couldn't think of any way to contact Cheng Ying, so he could only put the ring away first and return it when he had a chance.