Debt in the entertainment industry

Dong Bocheng was willing to help him and cleaned up the wounded together with him, which really surprised the doctor.

I gave someone a drip, in fact, the injury is not too serious, as long as it is not inflamed, but the right hand was cut by some sharp weapon, and it may take a while to recover. The left hand is also very strange. For a moment, it seemed familiar, as if he had had a patient's hand before.

He took out the ointment and handed it to Dong Bocheng himself wisely.

"The best medicine is needed. He has wounds on his face, so there should be no scars."

The doctor just wanted to say something to look at the wound, but seeing Dong Bocheng's eyes, he swallowed his words back.Find out other medicines for him, and tell him some foods that should not be eaten.

"Apply the medicine three times a day, and take an anti-inflammatory injection once a day, for three consecutive days."

Dong Bocheng nodded, this doctor is the most convenient one he has used so far, so he won't talk too much.

"When will he wake up?"

"When was he knocked out?"

In this way, he has a lot of experience in this area, and the time is almost up, and a little nervousness suddenly arises in his heart. If the person wakes up, he doesn't know how to face him.

"Doctor Yao, please go to the study to drink tea, I will call you after losing."

"Okay, but it's better to change the sheets, he will be more comfortable."

The people on the hospital bed had been made into such a state by Dong Bo. He didn't believe that Dong Bo would be so kind to help an unrelated person. Thinking about it, he felt a little pitiful, so he opened his mouth to remind him.

He didn't want to be alone with this terrible man. If his father was not a high-ranking government official and had a special relationship with Dong Bocheng, he wouldn't be his doctor.

However, the man on the hospital bed was really familiar, and he couldn't help but take a few more glances when he left the room.

Dong Bo asked someone to bring a clean sheet, and gently hugged the person on the bed. He lost weight, grew bigger and taller, but became lighter and lighter.

Dong Bocheng took off the mask on Ji Zhehuan's face, and after waiting for a while, the person on the bed hummed softly, and Dong Bocheng hurried up.

"Huanhuan, are you awake? Does it hurt?"

Ji Zhehuan had a splitting headache and pains all over his body. After a while, he opened his eyes and saw a face he didn't want to see the most.

Mistakenly thinking it was a hallucination, he closed his eyes and opened them again. It was still the same face. He suddenly wanted to sit up, but his hands propped up on the bed felt a tearing pain, and he fell down again uncontrollably.

"Careful, you are infusion."

"This is your house?"

"Ah."

Ji Zhehuan didn't want to stay in this place for a second, but he couldn't help himself, he always couldn't help himself.Stuffed, I made up my mind not to speak again.

Sure enough, no matter how Dong Bocheng talked to him, he just kept silent and pretended to be asleep.

After finishing a bottle of potion, Dong Bocheng put a mask on him again, and someone walked in.

Yao Yu? !

Isn't he Wei Ting's personal doctor?Why do you work for Dong Bocheng?Why did Dong Bocheng put a mask on himself before treating Yao Yu?Could it be that he has something to do with Wei Ting?

Then he secretly thought that he was thinking too much, what does this have to do with him?

However, it was right for Dong Bo to present him with a mask, and he didn't want to be recognized by Yao Yu.

It had been three hours since Yao Yu left Dong Bocheng's house, and he didn't care because the salary was very handsome, as long as he maintained the relationship between Dong Bocheng and his old man.

I have been thinking about the person on the hospital bed, why is he so familiar?There are many people who cut off their fingers in the world, is it a coincidence?If he remembered correctly, Ji Zhehuan's left little finger was also missing half.

Dong Bocheng fetched clean clothes, Ji Zhehuan motioned him to put them down with his eyes.

"Huanhuan, you are hurt, can I help you?"

Ji Zhehuan closed his eyes and pretended to sleep,

He reached out to help someone straighten the broken hair on his forehead, but the other person closed his eyes, felt his approach, and turned his head to avoid it.

His hands froze in mid-air in embarrassment.

"Huanhuan, are you hungry? Would you like something to eat? You used to like to eat things made by my aunt the most."

"..."

"Huanhuan, do you want some water?"

"..."

"Huanhuan..."

Ji Zhehuan opened his eyes impatiently, and after glaring at the other party, he gained a moment of silence.

"Okay, then you can rest. If the wound hurts, just ring the bell, and I will come right away."

Still not getting any response, he sighed and left the room.

Ji Zhehuan got out of bed, feeling pain all over his body when he moved. He put on his trousers, and his right hand was wrapped with thick gauze. Even though it was a wide T-shirt, a thin layer of sweat broke out on his body after he put it on.

Walking barefoot to the window, there are many scenery, in the beautiful courtyard, exquisite street lamps, crystal fountains, well-trimmed flowers and trees, Ji Zhehuan stared at them, but he didn't seem to notice anything.

He didn't want to stay here for a second, thought about the possibility of going out from here now, and came to a conclusion after a long while - zero.

Turn off the lights and the room is plunged into darkness. A white solar lamp is lit on the balcony. Walk over and open the transparent glass door. The balcony of a few square meters is exquisitely arranged. There are many green aquatic plants with roots growing in a big In the fish tank, there are unknown fish in the fish tank.There was also a bamboo rocking chair, which he preferred to the bed.

Dong Bocheng tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. In the middle of the night, he finally couldn't help getting up, pushed open the door of the room, turned on the light, and found that there was no one on the bed. Where did you go?

A cool breeze blows over the bare calf.

wind?

Walking quickly to the balcony, the Japanese-style glass door of the balcony is wide open, and a quiet man is lying on the rocking chair.

Ji Zhehuan, who was asleep, lost his usual indifference and all pretense, and even looked a little green.He was curled up on the rocking chair. This slightly feminine movement did not feel disobedient to Ji Zhehuan. The injuries on his body made him look even more pitiful. He quickly aroused Dong Bocheng, a powerful man. His desire for protection, the large t-shirt clearly reveals his delicate collarbone, because he is too tall, his calf hangs out of the rocking chair, his snow-white instep curls his toes, probably because it is a little cold, the person on the rocking chair moved.

Dong Bo's Adam's apple rolled up and down, the wind was a bit cold.

He bent down and wanted to hug him to the bed, but he didn't expect that the moment his hand touched the other's arm, he woke up immediately. The docile deer immediately turned into a little beast in preparation for battle, and the defense in his eyes made Dong Bocheng's heart ruthless It hurt a bit.

He suddenly realized that the piece of calf candy that he couldn't shake off would never come back again, but would a person like Dong Bocheng be willing?The gloomy gaze flashed by.The answer is yes.

"Huanhuan, it's cold here, go to bed and sleep."

The rocking chair was difficult to get up, and Ji Zhehuan couldn't use his right hand to push it up. Dong Bocheng hurried over to help him, and Ji Zhehuan shook off his hand.

Dong Bocheng saw him in pain so much that his face obviously changed and he still endured it, feeling distressed and helpless.

Throwing himself into the big bed of the person he hated, the wound was very painful, he closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, and felt that the person had left the room, Ji Zhehuan raised his right hand, blood seeped from the gauze.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, Wei Ting finished his whole day's schedule. After taking a shower, he collapsed on the sofa to take a nap. His chestnut hair was already half-dry, his handsome face was stained with fatigue, and the neckline of his dark shirt was slightly opened, revealing a sexy look. Collarbones and a wheat-colored chest.

A movie he made before was playing on the TV, it was a movie about a group of explorers exploring in the desert, he had many emotional scenes with the heroine, naturally the kiss scene was unavoidable, and it happened to be broadcast at this time, and it was borrowed when filming Yes, no one could see the slightest flaw, he touched his sexy lips with his thumb, and he remembered the kiss with Ji Zhehuan.

He had never kissed before, and even when he was studying in school, he offended his tutor because of this incident, and he never thought of kissing a man.That feeling actually made him... extremely memorable.

Thinking that he inexplicably stopped acting today because of that broken little finger, he was so curious that he really wanted to get the answer right away.

Slide your thumb on the phone to unlock it, watch it go dark, then slide it to unlock again, after repeated many times, finally dialed Ji Zhehuan's number, but no one answered, called again, still no one answered.

His body was a little tired after bathing, and he didn't feel sleepy.

Walking around on the pure white cashmere carpet with bare feet, looking at the mobile phone lying quietly on the sofa from time to time, wondering if Ji Zhehuan would call back suddenly?

After walking back and forth countless times, Wei Ting couldn't stand this state anymore, so he took his phone and sunglasses and went out.

Driving past a small shop on the side of the road, I lowered the window and handed over a hundred-dollar bill.

"Come pack cigarettes."

The owner of the store is an old woman in her sixties who is not very agile.

"What kind of cigarettes do you want?"

Wei Ting doesn't know anything about smoking.

"casual."

The old lady slowly handed over a pack of cigarettes, Wei Ting took it and drove away.

"Hey, looking for your money!"

The old woman shouted that the car had already driven away.What a strange person, what kind of sunglasses do you wear in the middle of the night, and the pack of cigarettes is only worth 20 yuan.

After a while, the car backed up again, and stuck out the window with a hundred-yuan bill in his hand.

"lighter."

The old lady handed over the lighter.

"Sir, the money is enough."

There was no light in Ji Zhehuan's room, so he must have fallen asleep. Wei Ting was still leaning against the street lamp, looking at the balcony for a long time, but he didn't see the fire like last time.

The lighter was warm in his pocket. He took out a cigarette, tore it open and took out one and put it in his mouth. The faint bitter taste invaded his mouth. He took out the lighter and lit it. He only took a light puff, which caused strong dissatisfaction in his throat. Cough violently.

The lights of the residents on the first floor were turned on, and they were so frightened that they hurriedly silenced, but still couldn't help coughing.

Wei Ting in such a state of embarrassment, if someone sees him, he really doesn't know how much bloodshed it will cause in the entertainment industry.

Smoke is really not a good thing.

Wei Ting stubbed out the cigarette and threw it into the trash can.He took out his phone and checked, but there was no message, so he found out Ji Zhehuan's name and sent a message.

have you slept?

Heh, three words that are so stupid that they can't be any more stupid.

After waiting for a long time without a response, seeing that the time was almost one o'clock in the morning, I drove back slightly unwillingly.

Insomnia overnight.

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