Debt in the entertainment industry

The area around Wei Ting's house is a high-end residential area, and there are very few pedestrians on the road. It is a good place that makes reporters daunted.The street lights are bright, and he hides in the shadow of the trees and walks aimlessly along the road. He has thought countless times to leave the city and go to a strange place. No one knows him, and he can kill time day after day...

But what about them?what should they doLeave it alone?The ridiculous agreement with Dong Bo is still there, even if he really leaves, how should he live on?Without money and food, he would starve to death. The distance between life and ideal is so far away.

I don't know how long I walked, but when I stopped, I was already standing in a familiar place.He is very familiar with everything around him, every plant and tree, on the street lamp closest to the big black hollow iron gate, and the words he wrote all the time when he was a child, have become blurred, and he has long forgotten the content.There was a faint light from inside the gate, and the courtyard was very dark. He could only see the outline of a beautiful three-story building. There was a tree growing taller than the courtyard wall. He remembered that it was an oak tree.

The dazzling lights of the luxury car driving in the distance stopped at the gate.The car window was lowered, and a woman's shrill voice came out: "Who are you?! What are you doing standing at my door furtively?"

Ji Zhehuan took a few steps back and leaned against the street lamp.

"You're still wearing a mask, are you trying to steal something?! Get lost, or I'll call the police!"

The woman took out her mobile phone, and Ji Zhehuan turned and left.

He didn't go far, and stopped at the corner, watching the gate being closed, and the whole building was instantly brightly lit.

This used to be his home!his house!He was born here!Grow here!Now he can't even stand at the door for a while, or take a look at...not even.

He felt that his chest was stuffy and painful, and something was about to tear his chest and spew out. He tried his best to restrain... restrain...

When he was on the verge of emotional breakdown, he punched the wall hard, and the gauze was stained red with blood.

His right hand just healed a little, but this time, it hurt even worse.

At the corner, a figure hurried over and grabbed his injured right hand.

"Ji Zhehuan, are you crazy?!"

Ji Zhehuan looked at the worried and angry man on the opposite side, wanted to withdraw his hand but was held tightly by him, and said coldly: "How long are you going to be with me?"

Wei Ting was so distressed that the gauze in Ji Zhehuan's hand was already half soaked. He untied the gauze with the most gentle force in his life. in the air.

"Does it hurt?"

Suddenly Ji Zhehuan didn't feel the pain, instead the physical pain overwhelmed the pain in his heart, making him much more comfortable.

"Why are you following me?"

"I like you." Wei Ting replied, took off his coat and threw it on the ground, and took off his shirt. With a sound of brushing, one sleeve of the high-quality and expensive shirt was torn off, and he gently held Ji Zhehuan's hand , wrap it up for him.Ji Zhehuan had no expression, did not refuse, and let Wei Ting move.

"Why do you like me?"

"I'm looking for answers."

"I……"

Wei Ting kissed Ji Zhehuan heavily on the lips with lightning speed.

"Shut up, I can answer you whatever you want to know when you go back."

Gently knotting his sleeves, he took out his mobile phone and prepared to call Xu Yan.

"Wei Ting," Ji Zhehuan stopped him, "I want to walk."

"No, your hand is bleeding and needs to be dealt with."

Ji Zhehuan rarely softened his tone: "You walk with me."

Wei Ting's heart beat violently because of Ji Zhehuan's words: "But..."

"You better not think of me as a woman."

Of course he won't, he clearly knows that what he likes now is a man, a mysterious man.

"Okay," he had the urge to hug the cold man opposite him into his arms, and finally resisted it. For such a sensitive person, he managed to get a little closer to him, so he couldn't scare him away. The tone became brisk: "I'll accompany you."

"It's just that if we walk back, it may not be convenient to go back to the company."

"I... don't want to go to your company."

"Then go to my place?" Wei Ting asked, and vetoed himself, "No, I have a reporter there. However, I have a house elsewhere, but I haven't lived in it for a long time."

"Then go."

Ji Zhehuan said softly that he had nowhere to go anyway.

"That house..." Not long after Ji Zhehuan left, he followed behind him not too far away. Seeing his lonely figure, he resisted several times when he wanted to rush up to accompany him.

In the end, he saw him stop in front of the villa and looked at it for a long time, as if looking at a relative he hadn't seen for a long time. He even stroked the street lamp at the door for a long time. His instinct told him that Ji Zhehuan and that villa must be have origins.

"Wei Ting, even if you ask me, I won't answer." The announcement was full of vigilance.

Wei Ting respects Ji Zhehuan's choice, he can feel his emotions, he must be very sad now, silently calming his sadness, but he doesn't know why he is sad.

"If you would tell me, I would be more than willing to share your pain with you."

Ji Zhehuan moved his thin, pale lips, but finally didn't say a word.

He is grateful in his heart, he is indifferent, but no one knows, he has been with loneliness for three years, and he is still afraid of it.Perhaps, there is something else about Wei Ting, because Wei Ting gave him a different feeling, although at the beginning he mistreated himself, but his sudden change afterwards made him incomprehensible, and it was just incomprehensible.He couldn't figure out what Wei Ting was thinking. From his confession to now, in just two days, everything Wei Ting did made him unimaginable.

Forget it, he can't even control his own life, it's a mess, and he still thinks about what others are doing.

In City A in the middle of the night, the two walked side by side for a long time, silent all the way, Wei Ting was already content, and Ji Zhehuan... at this time, having someone by his side was already the greatest favor.

"Then...the address is XXXXX", Wei Ting reported a series of addresses, and Ji Zhehuan looked at him suspiciously.

"Uh... I... don't know the way very well."

Ji Zhehuan almost laughed out loud.

They chose a quiet road with few people. They were only accompanied by tireless street lamps and sycamore trees that were beginning to shed their leaves. Occasionally, pedestrians brushed past them without taking a second look.

Who would have thought that today's hottest actor would walk on the road late at night?

When he was about to reach the residence, Wei Ting asked, "Shall I ask Yao Yu to come and see your injury?"

After walking this way, Ji Zhehuan's mood has recovered a lot, and his impression of Yao Yu is also very good.

"It's so late, will it be too much trouble?"

"No." Wei Ting called Yao Yu.

Tonight's Ji Zhehuan is different from usual.

Yao Yu was sitting in the car, angrily cursing his heartless old friend for calling him out in the middle of the night. When he received the call, he cursed and said he couldn't come, but he was ten times earlier than the scheduled time. many minutes.

From a distance, I saw two people coming from the corner, as if they were holding hands, but upon closer inspection, they were not, they were just walking closer.Yao Yu, who has a lot of research on psychology, touched his chin. From the analysis of the distance between the two, their relationship was already extraordinary.

Get out of the car, when the two got closer, Yao Yu saw Ji Zhehuan's injured right hand at a glance.

His eyes became deep, and he joked quietly on his face: "Hey, it's so romantic, how about a walk?"

Ji Zhehuan is sensitive and smart. He saw the change in Yao Yu's eyes when he saw his injured right hand. He probably guessed it, but he was just not sure.

"Stop talking nonsense." Wei Ting found out the key to open the door, and Yao Yu drove the car into the garage.

The sleeves of the sky blue shirt were already soaked with blood, and Yao Yu cut them off with scissors. The multiple torn wounds were more terrifying and serious than when he was first injured. He was naturally familiar with this wound.

Hands and feet are cleaned, disinfected, applied medicine, and bandaged.

"Don't touch the water, don't tear it any more, ten thousand, ten thousand, change the medicine twice a day from tomorrow, and remove the gauze when there is no bleeding to prevent inflammation." Yao Yu confessed, Ji Zhehuan never Shangxin, Wei Ting wrote down one by one.

"Also, let me see yours." Yao Yu turned around and said to Wei Ting, really worried.

Wei Ting took off his coat, revealing his shirt with only one sleeve left, which still did not diminish Wei Ting's charm at all.

"Hey, is this the latest trendy model this year?" Yao Yu joked.

"So much nonsense... hiss."

Yao Yu took revenge, and with a swipe, he tore off the tape on Wei Ting's arm, and tore off some hairs on Wei Ting's hand.

Yao Yu was arrogant: "As a wounded patient, how dare you speak rudely to the doctor."

"You quack!" Wei Ting cursed. "Get out after reading it."

The wound on Wei Ting's calf has already healed, and his arm has also scabbed. Yao Yu has applied medicine to it, so there is no need to bandage it.

"Payment."

"How many?"

Yao Yu stretched out a finger and waved it in front of Wei Ting.

"Are you robbing?" Wei Ting was not short of money, but Yao Yu was too dark.

"That's right." Yao Yu said confidently. "do you have any opinion?"

The author has something to say: There will be no benefits in the next chapter!No! 【Irony~~~】