Debt in the entertainment industry

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The director scratched his ears and cheeks anxiously, and directed everyone to carry the two ancestors into the car: "Hurry up! Have you contacted the hospital! Drive faster!" His heart was filled with grief.Where did he come out to film? He was out to risk his life. If something happened to Wei Ting, he would regret it to death. Why did he agree last night?

Let's go back in time to the previous night.

After the filming was over, Wei Ting went back to the hotel to take a shower. Ji Zhehuan finished work before him. He was already in the shower and was reciting his lines under the lamp.The light was dimmed on his face, the man supported his head with one hand, closed his eyes, opened and closed his mouth in a very small range, making a small sound.

Wei Ting was a little distracted, and turned his back to change clothes.

Ji Zhehuan opened his eyes slightly, and the man took off his bathrobe and only put on a pair of underwear, his tight muscles wrapped around his perfect bones.Living in the same room, he had seen Wei Ting's figure many times before, and he deserved to have a good figure that looks thin when dressed and undressed.

The man turned around after putting on his clothes, and Ji Zhehuan felt his eyes closed.

Little did he know that Wei Ting had seen all his little moves.Wei Ting raised his eyebrows proudly. There is a mirror in front of him, can he not see?It's so cute and silly.

He went over and knocked on his desk.

"I'll go out for a while, you go to bed early, don't be too late."

Ji Zhehuan pretended to have just opened his eyes, and asked, "Going out so late?"

Wei Ting adjusted his clothes: "Well, go out and talk about something, go to bed early."

"Okay." Ji Zhehuan replied.

After opening the door, Wei Ting couldn't help turning around again: "Huanhuan..."

Hesitant to speak.

Ji Zhehuan was puzzled: "What's wrong?"

Wei Ting shook his head with a smile, "It's fine."

Huanhuan has already accepted his affectionate address for him, and his attitude towards him is obviously different from that of others.Willing to smile at him, occasionally he can even clearly feel that the person has the same intentions as him, but he just doesn't want to accept him.

The person he was looking for lived on the second floor, just a few steps away.

Knocking on the door, the man's overalls have not been changed, and he is talking with the assistant director, producer, screenwriter and others.

Wei Ting said, "Isn't Director Feng finished yet?"

After everyone greeted each other, the director asked, "Wei Ting, what's the matter?"

"I have something to say, let's talk about it after you finish talking."

The director greeted him: "It's just right, come and see and help, it will be done soon."

They were talking about editing, and they couldn't make up their minds about some shots.Wei Ting was very insightful, and quickly finished talking about the matter, and everyone left.Only then did Wei Ting reveal his reason for coming.

The director flatly refused: "No, I don't agree to this."

Wei Ting never asks for help, so he lowered his posture at this time: "Director Feng, you know that I never do anything I'm not sure about."

The director's attitude was firm: "This matter is absolutely not allowed."

Wei Ting swore: "Director Feng, I am fully responsible for this matter. If something goes wrong, I will bear it myself. No, nothing will happen."

"Wei Ting," the director said rather earnestly, "I know you are not normal to Xiao Ji, and I can make people shut up if you do whatever you want in my crew, but if you want to make such a big noise, I can't protect you." hold you."

The director was roaring in his heart, Wei Ting, Wei Ting, how could you make such a request, if something happened to you in my crew, would I have to mess around again in the future.

Wei Ting has never begged anyone, that is the bottom line: "Feng Dao, if you don't agree, I will be in City A tomorrow."

Ten thousand muddy horses gallop past in the director's heart, is it worth it for a man?

The director stammered in fright: "Wei Ting, you...you are not allowed to make fun of your own life."

Wei Ting said decisively: "That's it, I'll be fine, no! Or are you going to find someone else to take pictures?"

The director nodded with a mournful face.Just kidding, it took him so much effort to get Wei Ting to take over the show. Now that the filming is almost over, how could it be possible to change people.

Only then did Wei Ting stand up with a smile on his face: "Thank you, Director Feng."

The director sent people out with a sad face.

It was already past two o'clock in the morning when we returned to the room, and the man left a bedside lamp for himself.Wei Ting walked over with light steps, stood by the bed and stared at the man's sleeping face for a long time, finally leaned over and kissed the man's forehead, and said softly, "Huanhuan, good night."

Ji Zhehuan didn't sleep deeply. For the first few days when he and Wei Ting lived in the same room, he could always notice the man's eyes, and he didn't sleep well.Afterwards, I gradually got used to it. It was very late today and Wei Ting hadn't come back yet, so it was difficult for him to fall asleep.He was awake from the moment people entered the door, but only pretended to be asleep. Now that he heard him rustle into bed, he moved his stiff body with peace of mind and fell asleep.

Dazed, but felt the side of the bed sinking.After a long time, he opened his eyes slightly, and the man just lay beside him through the quilt.

When he woke up at six o'clock the next day, the man was already asleep in his bed.

The director sighed heavily, what is the dignified actor doing for a man?Unable to figure out the problem, he became more and more anxious and urged his driver: "Xiao Chen, drive faster and follow."

The hospital has been taken care of in advance, and I only pray that the two of them will be safe.

Fortunately, the two woke up soon, and there was nothing serious.Wei Ting pouted at Xu Yan, signaling her to go out.He wants to enjoy himself and his, real two-person world.

The room became quiet, pretending to be asleep, Ji Zhehuan felt like a thorn on his back, feeling that someone was still looking at him, and moved uncomfortably.His body and mind clearly remembered what happened last night.His heart seems to be very calm, but also seems to be very restless, he is a little confused, and his brain is not enough.The only thing that is clear is that his life has been disrupted by this man, his face has been changed beyond recognition, and he is completely out of his control.

Wei Ting was in high spirits, with a smile in his eyes: "Huanhuan, are you still sleepy after sleeping for so long?"

Ji Zhehuan didn't speak, and continued to pretend to be asleep. He really wasn't sleepy at all.

Wei Ting leaned over and whispered softly in people's ears, "If you pretend to sleep again, I'll tickle you." He was as childish as a kid who just fell in love.

Ji Zhehuan calmed down, sat up with his right hand supporting his limp body, covered up the restlessness in his heart with his usual desolate attitude, and said, "You are very naive."

Wei Ting raised his eyebrows: "Are you very mature?" It was not a rhetorical question, but a childish provocation.

Ji Zhehuan was not good at this kind of conversation, so he looked around and saw that there were two beds in the ward, and the other one must belong to Wei Ting.Looking out the window, you can just see the tops of several trees.The palm of his left hand was aching. On his troubled left hand, there were many cracks at the knuckles, and an unknown plaster was applied to the tender flesh that had been soaked white by the river.

Hearing the noise, he turned his head and found Wei Ting skipping around the hospital bed towards him.The ankle on the left foot is wrapped around a mummy, did he hurt his foot?Is it serious?What about filming?Many questions popped up in his mind at once, the man had already come to his bedside and sat down, cupped his left hand and kissed him lightly.

"Huanhuan, I'm sorry." There was an indelible heartache in his eyes.

This gesture was too intimate, Ji Zhehuan avoided his eyes: "It's okay."

This time, he was not angry and let Wei Ting hold his hand in his palm.

There was a sudden commotion outside the door, Wei Ting put Ji Zhehuan's hand flat on the bed, He Anhui rushed in, and Xu Yan couldn't stop her.

Close the door and lose the demeanor of a female elite in the industry, bluffing: "Wei Ting! What the hell are you doing? You are so good at water and still drowning?" Approaching Wei Ting saw the injured foot and another roar of the River East lion: "What's wrong with your foot? ?! Is it broken?"

My dear mother, Wei Ting's ability to swim has been fully prepared from the plan to the present that he will never swim again, and everyone in the crew has been silenced. He Anhui will expose him... Wei Ting wept silently in his heart.He was so guilty that he dared to take a peek at Ji Zhehuan from the corner of his eye, but he saw that his face was still calm and calm.I looked at it a few more times, but there was no emotion in my eyes...

Gosh!Anxiety is like a group of wild horses galloping back and forth on the ground in an orderly manner, the hot duck he just got into his mouth... ah no, bah bah bah!The Bingshan wife, who was finally caught up with, just melted a little, and then she froze again?

He Anhui had already made up her mind, and as soon as she entered the door, she felt that the atmosphere between the two was not right, but as long as her reputation and the company's interests were not too much damaged, she would be most suitable to pretend to be deaf and dumb: "What's the matter with the feet?" ? Is it broken?"

Wei Ting moved his foot lightly, feeling the pain: "It's just a twist, let the stand stand for a few days."

He Anhui glanced at the man on the hospital bed who looked out the window as if he was alone in a busy city: "What about him? Could it be that you expect the company to find a substitute for him?"

Wei Ting frowned. He didn't like He Anhui's attitude: "It's better to delay the progress for a few days."

He Anhui's voice became sharper. She didn't dislike Ji Zhehuan, but she didn't like Ji Zhehuan. She pointed out the problem straight to the point: "You want the entire crew to wait for him alone?"

"So what's the matter?" Wei Ting stared at him sharply.

He Anhui did not show weakness, she clearly felt that since this man appeared, Wei Ting's attitude towards work has become worse and worse, and the conflicts between her and Wei Ting have become more and more: "I don't care what you do in private. , but I hope you will not affect your work."

Wei Ting held back his anger, and gave the order to evict the guest in a deep voice: "Go back, I don't need you here."

He Anhui didn't leave, she was waiting for Wei Ting's answer.

The atmosphere in the ward was oppressive.

The man on the hospital bed calmly said, "Sister An Hui, I'm not injured, and I can start filming tomorrow."

Only then did He Anhui step on her [-]cm high heels and leave.

Xu Yan poured a glass of water for Wei Ting: "Brother Wei, Sister Anhui is always so kind to you, don't be angry with her."

Wei Ting didn't answer, he drank a lot of river water, felt sick when he saw the water, waved Xu Yan out.

The man on the hospital bed was still immersed in his own little world, as if no one could get in. He, Wei Ting, didn't believe in this evil: "Huanhuan, rest a few more days before going to film."

Ji Zhehuan turned his face away, his eyes chilling Wei Ting: "David Best Actor, I'm not you, I don't have the capital to be willful, and I don't even have the qualifications to treat people like monkeys."

Wei Ting's heart sank into the abyss, he and Huanhuan hadn't officially gotten along as a couple, so he didn't dare to speculate on each other's thoughts, what should he do now?explain?Apologize?Or pretend to be a fool?He, who has always been calm and decisive in dealing with things, lost his words at this time. He mobilized all the words in his mind, and the last thing he uttered was only three words: "I'm sorry."

He even lowered his head.