Debt in the entertainment industry

He wanted to shake off Wei Ting's hand, but the other party grabbed it tightly and kept his eyes on his left hand.The slender and delicate hand hides half of the missing little finger, which looks a little out of place.

Wei Ting has seen many people with severed fingers, but just by looking at his attitude towards this severed finger, one can guess that it's not that simple. He asked in a deep voice:

"I want to know what happened."

"Why do you?" Ji Zhehuan restrained his emotions, this person actually tried to open his wound in vain?

"I don't have any reason, but I want to know." Wei Ting stubbornly looked into the man's eyes.

"Why should I tell you?" Ji Zhehuan became emotional suddenly, "Wei Ting, let me tell you, don't be nice to me, don't try to get close to me, let alone try to understand me, thank you for your help during this time, I I don't owe you anything, so you have no right to ask me to give you anything."

It was the first time Ji Zhehuan spoke so many words, and when he mentioned the word owed, he immediately thought that Yao Yu hadn't paid the money for his doctor's treatment last time.

"Last time, how much was my medical bill?"

Wei Ting knew that Ji Zhehuan wanted to settle with him, so he lied about the amount.

"2000 dollars."

"Two thousand?" He lived in such a high-end private clinic for more than a week. Every day, Yao Yu personally gave him infusions, adjusted his throat, and would come to chat with him when he was free. listen.

"uh-huh."

Wei Ting defaulted.

Ji Zhehuan took out the money from his coat pocket and handed it to Wei Ting before leaving.

Wei Ting was still holding his hand.

"You think it's cleared up like this?"

"if not?"

Ji Zhehuan glanced at Wei Ting's hand clutching his wrist, and Wei Ting let go.

"At the beginning, I recommended you to join this crew. Now that you suddenly stop filming, I have suffered a great loss."

Wei Ting was obviously playing tricks, but he also had reasons.

Ji Zhehuan was speechless.

"However, your current state is probably not suitable for filming. You should go back and rest today."

Ji Zhehuan didn't need his permission. When he opened the door, he heard the people behind him talking.

"Stop smoking so much."

I want you to take care of it.

During rush hour, Ji Zhehuan blared his horn irritably, causing dissatisfaction among many people around him.

He really wanted to drive the car on the road regardless of the hurricane.

He drove the car aimlessly to the outskirts of the city and drove for a long time. After dark, he had to go back to the dilapidated small building again.

Same time, same place, same people.The half vented emotions turned into anger welling up.

He took off the brake lock and held it in his hand. He really had to thank the insurance company for recommending this multi-function brake lock to him, and now it finally came in handy.

Before the car over there got on and off, he had already strode over, swung his arm, and slammed it on the window of the car in front, the glass shattered and glass shards splashed everywhere.

"Grass!"

The people in the car were obviously startled by his sudden action, but they were all troublemakers, so they calmed down and quickly got out of the car to surround Ji Zhehuan.

This narrow street is really the best place to fight and make trouble.

One of them was polite, even though he got splashed in the face with glass shards.

"Mr. Ji, please don't embarrass us."

Ji Zhehuan has had enough of this opening line every time!The arm was raised and lowered again, the man dodged, and the others took another step closer to him.

"Tell Dong Bocheng, I am no longer the Ji Zhehuan I was three years ago, get the hell out!"

Before going with them was just because he was too lazy to cause trouble, not because he was afraid of them, but today he felt very uncomfortable, and when he saw them, he became even more angry.

"Mr. Ji, brother Cheng told us to take you back."

He hates this the most, as if he is worse than an ant, allowing them to squeeze and flatten their lives.

Stop talking nonsense with them, and when you raise your hand, you will be caught by the people behind. They want to snatch his brake lock, and he grabs it hard. In fact, he can't beat them one-on-one, but because of Ji Zhehuan's identity, they dare not At this time, Ji Zhehuan didn't care about anything. He was crazy about protecting his only "weapon." They snatched it several times but failed to succeed, and he attacked them again and again, and several people were injured. Injured, it's not a kind person. At this time, they were all aroused by Ji Zhehuan's behavior. Someone took the lead and punched Ji Zhehuan to the ground. The others looked at each other in blank dismay.

The pain in his body drove Ji Zhehuan even more crazy. He had already forgotten what he was doing, got up from the ground, and tried his best to attack these annoying flies.

Once someone starts, others don't care about anything. Ji Zhehuan's attack is disorderly. It is this kind of attack that made several people suffer. They came to grab his brake lock again. Ji Zhehuan's hand was tightly held. The wet ones were finally snatched away by them.

His clothes were torn, his hair was messy, and he stared at the group of people with bloodshot eyes.

Several people knew that their strength was hundreds of times stronger than him, but they were also a little timid because of his eyes at this time.

"Mr. Ji, why bother, obediently follow us."

Ji Zhehuan swung his fist at the man's face. Without a weapon, he was quickly restrained by several people, but he just refused to go back with them. He held the car door tightly with both hands, and someone opened him one by one. fingers, he kicked the man to the ground, and then, he only felt a dull pain in his stamina, and lost consciousness.

Dong Bocheng is still making coffee quietly in the study room. After the age of 30, he likes this kind of bitter thing very much. A cup, a pot of water, and a handful of coffee beans can kill an afternoon. .

There was a knock on the door, seemingly calm, but the heart was already full of ups and downs.

This time, he didn't wait for that person as usual.

"Brother Cheng."

The visitor had wounds on his face.

Dong Bocheng's eyes dimmed.

"What about people?"

"It's...downstairs." The visitor was so intimidated by Dong Bo's calm and prestige that his legs went limp.

"He doesn't want to come up?"

"Brother Cheng... I'm sorry."

Dong Bocheng stood up abruptly, the man was pushed aside by him, and strode down the stairs.

Dong Bocheng saw Ji Zhehuan being hugged in his arms covered in blood, and his own blood surged up. He suppressed his anger, and gently took him into his arms. He turned his head to those subordinates again. It's a cold face.

"Call the doctor."

A few people didn't dare to show their anger, and the housekeeper immediately dialed the doctor's number.

Dong Bocheng carried him up to the second floor.

The butler was very shrewd. He quickly walked in front of Dong Bocheng and pushed open the door, lifted Dong Bocheng's snow-white quilt, and reached out to help Ji Zhehuan take off his shoes.

Dong Bocheng coughed lightly, and the housekeeper tactfully stepped aside.

Regardless of the mottled blood on the man in his arms, Dong Bocheng gently put him on the bed and took off his shoes.

The butler watched Dong Bocheng grow up, and this was the first time he saw Dong Bocheng showing such a gentle expression since his parents left.His face was expressionless, but he was worried.

"Master, Mr. Ji is somewhat famous now, so it's probably not convenient for others to see his face."

The butler reminded carefully.

Dong Bocheng thought for a while. Since the last "Xu Manjin" incident, Ji Zhehuan's every move has been under his surveillance. Recently, Ji Zhehuan filmed a costume drama. The makeup photos are very beautiful. To be famous is not suitable for others to see his face. Fortunately, the injury on his face is not serious, and the best medicine to be given by the doctor at that time is, such a beautiful face, there must be no trace of it.

"Go get a mask."

"Okay, sir."

The housekeeper fetched the mask, and Dong Bo put it on for someone else.

"Uncle An, go down, and when the doctor comes, just let him in."

The housekeeper withdrew, Dong Bocheng fetched the first aid kit, called hot water, wrung out the towel to wipe off the blood on his face, his delicate face was wounded in several places, bruised and swollen, one or two The wound was still bleeding.

Dong Bocheng has never suffered any kind of injury. His subordinates obviously did not dare to do anything serious. Ji Zhehuan only had skin injuries that looked terrible, but actually did not hurt any bones. Even with such injuries, Dong Bocheng felt very distressed. Incredible.

Because of being in a coma, his usually cold face now looks soft and approachable.

Carefully avoiding the wound with his fingertips, stroking the once-familiar and now increasingly familiar face, Dong Bocheng had the illusion that time went back three years ago.

There was a vaguely similar situation. That year Ji Zhehuan had just turned one year old, and he came back from a vacation abroad, and pestered him to go out to play. He was unlucky and met a few enemies. The little guy relied on his own fame, but he thought the fire was not enough. Wang, added some firewood to his words, the other party started a fight, and did not hide behind him, was accidentally injured a few times, and thought it was fun, he solved those people a few times by himself, the little guy didn't dare to go home Going to his house, I did the same thing to wipe his wound while he was asleep.

At that time, Ji Zhehuan was a spoiled child, pure as a piece of white paper, he always liked to pester him in his free time, worshiping him like an idol.

Dong Bocheng pulled back his thoughts, only to realize that Ji Zhehuan's hands were dripping with blood, and his right hand was seriously injured. He was afraid that he could not handle it well, so he wiped his left hand. The missing little finger hurt his eyes and his heart .

The once so innocent child, who used to like to pester him all the time, was cut off along with the half of the little finger.

The rest is nothing but endless indifference and alienation.

The doorbell rang.

"He's injured, show him." Dong Bocheng recovered his usual calmness.

The doctor in a white coat came to the bed. The person on the bed was a bit strange, wearing a mask. Dong Bocheng had countless secrets, so he wouldn't talk too much.

But, why does this person's figure look familiar?

There was a lot of blood on the clothes, the doctor stretched out his hand to unbutton the injured man, but Dong Bocheng pinched his wrist, causing him to grin in pain.

Dong Bocheng's eyes were cold.

The doctor explained: "He has blood all over his body, he must take off his clothes and I will give him a full body examination."

He was a smart man, and from Dong Bocheng's reaction, he knew that no one could touch this man.

Dong Bocheng did not let go, the doctor sighed: "Mr. Dong, I am a doctor."

Only then did Dong Bocheng let go of his hand slowly, and gave an order.

"Turn around, I'll come."

The doctor was speechless and turned around, only to hear rustling sounds.

"All right."

When he turned around, the wounded was no longer dressed, his trousers were thrown in front of the bed, and the waist down was covered with a quilt.

"There is no injury below him, you can treat it."

The doctor obeyed.

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