Debt in the entertainment industry

Yao Yu thought for a while, and the answer immediately came to mind.

"Ji Zhehuan?!"

Wei Ting nodded.

Yao Yu's expression was no longer as excited as before.He thought that the figure of Dong Bocheng was very similar to Ji Zhehuan, and they both had half of their left little finger missing.

It's just that he couldn't be sure, so he said after a while: "You have to think about it, Ji Zhehuan...I don't think he looks...suitable for you."

"I don't believe that."

"Then... as long as you think it through, I will not oppose you as a friend."

Wei Ting said, "Thank you."

Yao Yu sat on the rocking chair on Dong Bocheng's balcony, waiting for the patient's infusion to end.The situation has improved a lot. Today was the last day of infusion, but Dong Bocheng was still worried and asked him to observe more.

He understood what Dong Bocheng meant, it was a disguised form to keep people here.The person on the bed didn't want to stay here at first glance, otherwise why Yao Yu never heard him speak for three days?

The more this happened, the more curious and suspicious Yao Yu became.He is too much like Ji Zhehuan, but unfortunately I have too little contact with Ji Zhehuan, and I really can't draw a conclusion.

And Dong Bocheng, the legendary boss who is violent, vicious, black and white, always stays quietly by the bedside. The tenderness in his eyes when he sees patients makes people suspect that he is just an ordinary man who is affectionate and gentle.

After Wei Ting told him that, he was afraid that the patient on the bed was really Ji Zhehuan, and he couldn't be verified, so he was a little anxious.

Wei Ting called Li Bai asking his manager if he wanted to come. The phone rang for a long time, but no one answered.

I took a few days off from the crew, but the injury is not serious, it's just that his recent state is really not suitable for filming.

There has been no news of Ji Zhehuan, and he has already sent someone out to look for him, wishing to pry open the door of Ji Zhehuan's house.What's depressing is that he didn't understand why he wanted to find Ji Zhehuan at all. Even if he said that to Yao Yu and confirmed his thoughts, so what?After finding it, do you want to fall in love with him?This is really a word that is very far away from him.Can't find it?What if... Ji Zhehuan never appeared again?Thinking of this possibility, he became more and more anxious.

Anxiously pacing back and forth in the living room, the satisfactory thing is that the news of his injury was tightly sealed, without being disturbed by anyone, even Xu Yan gave her a holiday.

The phone rang, and it was my mother calling.

"Hey, Mom."

"Xiao Ting, you were injured while filming, right? Why didn't you tell Mom, you're going to kill me."

His mother's voice sounded very anxious, Wei Ting knew after a little thought that it was Xu Yan who told her. It was like this every time. Whenever he was injured, Xu Yan would notify his mother.

"It's okay mom, it's a small injury, just take a rest and you'll be fine."

"But Yanzi said that you and the crew have asked for leave for several days, and so has the child. Just now, tell me whether you are in the apartment or not. Mom will come to take care of you."

Wei Ting's anxious mood calmed down a little, and home is always the best safe haven.

"No need, Mom, I'll be right back."

"I heard that you are injured in your arm, shall I ask the driver to pick you up?"

Wei Ting moved his lower arm, but the muscle and soft tissue was scratched, it was not that serious, but the amount of bleeding was relatively large at that time, as for the calf, there was no problem at all.

"Don't bother me. Besides, I miss my mother and want to come back soon."

Wei's mother couldn't bear her son's acting like a baby the most, so she agreed immediately and started to prepare her son's favorite dishes.

Li Bai has been working very hard recently. Although he has developed in an all-round way, his focus is still on singing. He likes to sing, so he can't avoid dancing.Although going abroad for training is very hard, my thin body has grown muscles and is much stronger.The training is for the concert in four months. This is his first solo concert since his debut. Recently, he was too busy to go to see Ji Zhehuan. He just occasionally called or sent a text message to greet him.

In the dance practice room surrounded by mirrors, young dancers danced to the music, sweating their youth for their dreams.

After the practice, Li Bai went to the chair to drink water and rest. His hair and clothes were wet with sweat, and his face looked ruddy and healthy.

Picking up the phone, I saw a missed call, it was Wei Ting.It's a work phone with lots of people's numbers on it.He and Wei Ting have nothing to do with each other except that they have filmed in the same drama before and belong to the same company. Oh, and last time he helped himself solve a big problem.The way he looked at Ji Zhehuan made him very upset. He vaguely felt that he helped him because Ji Zhehuan was involved. He used the excuse of being embarrassed to thank Wei Ting in person, so afterward it was only his manager who came forward to give him a gift.

Wei Ting was on his way home, when he saw Li Bai coming back, he immediately picked up the phone.

"Li Bo?"

"Brother Wei?" After all, Wei Ting's qualifications and status are there, the most basic courtesy is still required, and Li Bai still understands the rules of the entertainment industry.

"Has Ji Zhehuan contacted you in the past two days?"

"No, I'm very busy, why did you suddenly ask him?" Li Bai's face was not very good, he had inexplicable hostility towards Wei Ting.He is Ji Zhehuan's only friend, he can only accept his kindness to him, Wei Ting has done too much.

Wei Ting was silent for a while, and said: "Two days ago he stopped performing suddenly, and he has been unable to contact anyone."

Hearing these words, Li Bai's heart was suspended,

"Is he not at home? He often stays at home for a few days without going out."

"No."

There was a sound of the call being interrupted over there, he dialed it and turned off the phone.

Wei Ting glanced at the phone, it was out of battery, so Li Bai didn't know where Ji Zhehuan bought it.

Li Bai called Ji Zhehuan, but the phone was turned off. He hurriedly changed his clothes, asked his agent for the address of Wei Ting's home, and rushed there. When he arrived, he was not at home, and the phone could not be reached.

Wei Ting suddenly called and said such inexplicable words, A Huan stopped acting?And no one can be contacted for two days?He knows Ji Zhehuan

For over a year, this has never happened.How can we not let him worry, but worrying now is not the solution, finding talents is the most important thing.

He drove to the hospital where Ji Zhehuan's parents were, but Ji Zhehuan was not there. He asked the nurse and said he hadn't been there.He could only call Wei Ting and Ji Zhehuan's numbers over and over again.

Li Bai is a sunny and cheerful boy in front of outsiders, and a spoiled child in front of his parents, but he has changed in front of Ji Zhehuan. Ji Zhehuan doesn't know how to cook, so he goes to school. Ji Zhehuan doesn't know how to do housework. He does it, Ji Zhehuan doesn't want to be with him, it doesn't matter, as long as he stays by his side.

Just like now, when he couldn't find Ji Zhehuan, all he thought in his heart was that he was too busy these days and ignored Ji Zhehuan, that's why...

When Wei Ting got home, he immediately switched on his phone, and Li Bai's call came as soon as it was turned on.

"Brother Wei, what's going on? Why did Ah Huan stop acting? And why did you say you couldn't find anyone for two days?"

Li Bai's voice was very urgent, Wei Ting had the urge to hang up the phone when he heard the name A Huan, but since he was the person most likely to know Ji Zhehuan's whereabouts, he held back.

"That's it. The show is over. I can't get through the phone for two days. I'll ask you."

"Is he not at home? Have you been there? How do you know there is no one at home?"

"No, but no one answered the landline either."

Only then did Li Bai realize that he had the key to Ji Zhehuan's house,

"I have the key to his house, do you want to come with me?"

I didn't want to tell Wei Ting at first, but in case A Huan is not at home, one more person is always more ways, now is not the time to be willful.

"Yes, let's go now."

Wei Ting hurried out the door, but Wei's mother yelled behind her before she could say a word.

"Xiao Ting, where are you going?!"

"I'm going out, I'll be right back!"

Two popular stars gathered in a small downstairs of a dilapidated neighborhood, and one of them was the youngest person who won two consecutive terms

Film Emperor, this is really explosive news.

Wei Ting really can't find the right words to describe his mood. The good news is that if Ji Zhehuan is at home, everyone is happy. The sad thing is that Li Bai actually has the key to Ji Zhehuan's home. This is not like the treatment that ordinary friends can have. Moreover, Li Bai's attitude towards Ji Zhehuan is so obvious, it's hard for him not to see it.

When he opened the door, Li Bo stepped on something, it was a piece of paper, he picked it up and took a look.

[See contact me] followed by two words that are as chic and elegant as this person's inscription - [Wei Ting].

Wei Ting reached out to take it, and placed it on the tea table casually.

Obviously people are not at home.

"Where does he usually go?" Wei Ting asked, even though Li Bai gave him a bad feeling now.

"He usually doesn't go out much," Li Bai replied.

Look, since he knows him so well, Wei Ting is really embarrassing himself if he doesn't get useful information.

"What do you have in mind?"

"No." Li Bai shook his head. After more than a year, he didn't know him at all, and he couldn't imagine where he would go.

Wei Ting gave up on Li Bai's message and went home.

"Why did you go? The dishes are already ready." Mother Wei came up and took off the sunglasses and mask for her son.

"Go do something."

"By the way, Yao Yu called you several times. I asked him to come over for dinner. He said that he was going to pick up Xiaolin on the way, and he would probably be there soon."

"Ah."

"What's the matter, son? Does the wound hurt?" Mother Wei asked, seeing that her son's face was not looking well.

How could such a small injury be so exaggerated, Wei Ting had something on his mind, but it was rare to go home again, so he shouldn't put on a bitter face.

"It's okay, Mom, is Dad in the study? I'll go up and look for him."

"Yes, go quickly. He just asked me why I didn't go to him when I got home. I'm almost down for dinner."

Wei Ting went upstairs and knocked on the door of the study.

Wei Ting's father is a well-known calligrapher, he likes to stay in the study and practice calligraphy all day long, and the moment he enters the study, there is a strong smell of ink.

"Dad, how are you doing recently?"

"Okay, son, come over and see how Dad's calligraphy looks."

The father never asked about Wei Ting's injury, the two of them tacitly agreed that the father always trusted him.

Wei Ting leaned over, and his father's handwriting was naturally fine.On the pure white rice paper, there are two vigorous and powerful characters——XiXin.

He looked at it for a long time, and he thought of his feelings for Ji Zhehuan, he was really going crazy.

"Dad, what does that mean?"

"What's the meaning of this? What's the point of being alive if you can't follow your heart."

That's right, my father was such a person. Grandpa was an officer, and he looked down on nerds no matter what back then, so my father chose to go this way.I like filming, but there is a lot of opposition at home, only my father said: "Son, do what you want to do."

Do whatever you want -- that's fine, so let's do it.

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