Debt in the entertainment industry

"Get out of the way!" Wei Ting said in a deep voice with a frosty face, his whole body exuded a dangerous aura that no one had ever felt before.Standing behind him, Jin Yiqi couldn't help but sigh in his heart, it's really a pity for the young master of the Wei family to become a star.

"Wei Ting! I advise you not to mess around." Dong Bocheng opened his mouth, and a group of his subordinates rushed in from the door, surrounding Wei Ting and Jin Yiqi.

The tense atmosphere suddenly became dangerous, the air seemed to be frozen, and no one talked nonsense.

Wei Ting stared at the stairs leading to the second floor. He didn't hear any more sounds, but saw a figure.

His whole body exuded sickness, his face was as pale as snow, his eyes were unfocused, and his limp body was barely able to stand still while leaning on the pillar. He took off his black suit jacket and was only wearing a white shirt on his upper body, and the blood on the sleeves was very Obviously, Wei Ting soon saw the source of the blood, and his eyes froze as his chest throbbed with pain.

"Huanhuan!"

After yelling, he rushed up the stairs, but was stopped by Dongzi and his men.

Ji Zhehuan slowly raised his head when he heard the familiar voice, his eyes could not be gathered together, but he still saw the familiar figure at a glance in the dense crowd downstairs.

He opened his thin and pale lips, but suddenly thought of something, and closed them tightly again.

The effect of the medicine hadn't passed yet, and he was weak all over, so he could only put his body's center of gravity on the pillar.His body was supported by someone, he turned his head and saw the person he least wanted to see.

"Let go, stay away from me." There was an incomparable resistance from eyes to body.

Wei Ting and Jin Yiqi were trapped, and he saw Huanhuan's eyes looking at him, which chilled him.They stopped him desperately, there were too many people, he was injured, and Jin Yiqi also died in order to protect him.

Dong Bocheng did not stay away from the person, but took him into his arms, looked at the bleeding hand, and muttered in his mouth: "Huanhuan, the effect of the medicine is not over yet, you need to rest. Be good, throw the things away gone."

Dong Bocheng's worry was completely hypocritical in his eyes, he could only warn him with his eyes and words: "Stay away from me."

Dong Bocheng's heart was shaken by the disgust he couldn't hide, but he hugged him even tighter.

Ji Zhehuan slowly raised his bleeding hand with all his strength, and threatened: "Tell them to stop and let me go."

This threat was very effective. Although Dong Bocheng hesitated for a while, after ensuring that the opponent could stand on his own, he slowly let go of his hand, and then waved his hand to signal everyone to stop.Huanhuan woke up too quickly. According to past experience, he would have to sleep at least until tomorrow morning, which caught him off guard.

As soon as the crowd stopped, Wei Ting rushed forward in a few strides, he settled down, he could only see his joy in his eyes.Coaxing softly with an unprecedented low profile: "Huanhuan, I'll take you home."

Looking at Wei Ting, whose nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and his body was stained with blood, Ji Zhehuan's nose suddenly became sore, and his eyes felt a little hot.He didn't notice that his expression had changed when facing Wei Ting, and his tone even had a hint of coquettishness: "You...are you leaving?"

There was a heavy shock in his heart, and he was about to be overwhelmed by guilt like a tide.But the situation at this time does not allow him to reveal these emotions, and he opened his mouth to answer Huanhuan's question: "I'm not leaving, I just...need some time. Look, didn't I come to see you?"

Ji Zhehuan's tense nerves suddenly relaxed when he heard this, and he couldn't hold on any longer, and fell limply on the steps.

The two quickly reached out to help, but Dong Bocheng was hit hard by his repulsive eyes, and slowly withdrew his hand.

Huanhuan looked very bad, he couldn't help it.

"Huanhuan, throw away the debris, come, I'll take you home." Wei Ting approached the person softly.

Ji Zhehuan nodded slightly, and let go of the left hand that was holding the porcelain shards tightly. It didn't hurt, it was already numb.Immediately afterwards, he came into a warm embrace, and the familiar smell reassured him, so sleepy, he slowly closed his eyes.

Wei Ting stood up and walked down with the man in his arms, and the people in the living room surrounded them again, with Jin Yiqi protecting him.Wei Ting turned his head and said to the man behind him who should have lost his mind but suppressed his emotions: "You are not good enough for him, you will only hurt him."

This sentence made Dong Bocheng almost unable to hide his emotions. After a long time, he waved his hand, and Wei Ting left in front of his eyes, hugging Huanhuan that once belonged to him.

Losing his composure, his fist landed heavily on the pillar, and blood snaked down the pillar.

Once... Zeng Huanhuan belonged to him.And the current self in his eyes... probably as disgusting as a bedbug.

If you have never owned it, wouldn't you be so unwilling?

In the slightly deformed car, Jin Yiqi drove, Wei Ting put the man into the car first, then sat in and hugged him into his arms.He opened his mouth and said to Jin Yiqi, "Go to Yao Yu's place."

The person in his arms seemed to be asleep, his face was pale, and his eyelashes trembled slightly.Wei Ting spread out his injured left hand, and the semi-coagulated blood clot wrapped in fine pieces of porcelain coagulated in the palm of his hand.Probably because this action hurt him, the person in his arms moved slightly.

Wei Ting could hardly bear the guilt, he was wrong, he shouldn't have hesitated, he said it so swearingly in front of Li Bai, only to discover the difference between a bystander and an authority when something happens.He won't hesitate anymore, he can't bear the consequences of losing Huanhuan.

In the early morning, Yao Yu returned to the clinic after drinking.His clinic is as comfortable as his home. Just as he was about to take a bath, the urgent horn rang at the door. Looking out through the window, it was a familiar car.

He opened the door, and Wei Ting carried him into the consulting room.Yao Yu didn't bother to ask more questions, the most important thing was to check first, and the result of the diagnosis made people feel relieved.

"Being drugged, just get some sleep." Yao Yu took the disinfectant to wash the blood off his hands, and prepared tweezers to pick out the fragments. "It will hurt a little, press his hand."

Wei Ting nodded in agreement, he could only see the person on the hospital bed, and Yao Yu sighed silently when he saw the emotion in the person's eyes.Concentrating on treating people is a delicate job, and there is no rush.It took a full half an hour to clean all the debris from the palm of the person, and Wei Ting asked Wei Ting to carry him to the ward for infusion, before he asked, "Is it Dong Bocheng?"

Wei Ting looked at the person on the bed and nodded.

Yao Yu made a cruel and realistic assertion: "Wei Ting, he will ruin your reputation."

Wei Ting turned to look at him: "I won't regret it."

Yao Yu said he was referring to Dong Bocheng, the half-awake person on the bed probably misunderstood, moved his fingers, but fell into a deep sleep, unable to resist the medicine.

"Then what are you going to do?" Yao Yu asked.

Wei Ting bent down to tuck the quilt up for someone, and pointed to the door: "Let's go out and talk."

Returning to the consultation room, Yao Yu treated Wei Ting's injuries. Fortunately, they were not serious, but his face was injured, and it would take two days to recover.

After treating the wound, Yao Yu Weiting also knew that he couldn't rest like that, so he led someone into the reception room and made two cups of coffee. When he turned around, he saw the man sitting on the sofa with his hands on his temples and his elbows on his knees.His clothes were torn due to the fight, stained with some blood, not his, and his hair, which was always trimmed properly, was a little messy at this moment, obviously without any trace of demeanor, and even exuded a sense of loneliness all over his body.

Yao Yu walked in, put the coffee on the table and sat down, took off his glasses, rubbed the bridge of his nose and put them on again, and asked, "Have you thought about the consequences?"

Wei Ting stopped asking this question, and shook his head in that lonely posture.

Yao Yu took a sip of coffee to refresh himself, he had never seen his old friend like this.The confrontation between Wei Ting and Dong Bocheng, as long as there is Ji Zhehuan, no matter whether he said it or not at the time, it is unavoidable. Now all he can do is to enlighten this man, maybe it can be said to be a boy.Ever since he fell in love with Ji Zhehuan, he felt that Wei Ting had changed, not as mature and calm as in the circle, but like a big boy.

"You should think about the consequences, and then figure out how to deal with it. Because you chose a very complicated object, love will not be so simple."

Wei Ting's first 26 years were all given to dreams, and the road of love was full of thorns just as he stepped into it.He can clearly know his own heart, but he is a little confused about what to do.

He is a very smart person, and Yao Yu's simple advice can give him an epiphany.

It's a bit pretentious for two big men to talk about love in the middle of the night. Wei Ting got up and drank the coffee, and patted his friend on the shoulder: "Dong Bocheng must know about our relationship, I will let the second uncle give you a gift." A few people, be careful."

"No, I'm just a doctor, and he cooperates with my dad, so he won't do anything to me. You have a good rest, he'll be fine after a night of sleep. "

Wei Ting nodded: "Go to bed early." Then he entered Ji Zhehuan's ward.

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Dong family.

"Master, I'll take you to bandage it." The housekeeper knelt on the ground and reached out to help his young master.

"Uncle An, Huanhuan has changed." Dong Bocheng straightened up, and calmly narrated, the blood on his hand was already half solidified, only the pain could calm him down.

The housekeeper sighed heavily, and told the truth: "Master, Master Ji changed because of you, so let's just make a break and stop torturing Master Ji."

The fist was clenched tightly again, and the wound that hadn't healed in time began to bleed again.The body doesn't hurt enough, so I still clearly remember the look in Huanhuan's eyes when he looked at him just now, which was full of disgust and hatred.Three years ago, the brown candy that followed him whenever he had time is gone, and now Huanhuan doesn't even want him to touch it.

"Brother, I will come to play with you tomorrow on vacation."

"..."

"Brother, I'm at the airport, come and pick me up."

"..."

"Brother, you don't want to be a gangster, your boss forced you, right?"

"..."

The servants were careful not to make too much noise and anger the man on the stairs who seemed to be on the verge of breaking out.

"You're right." Dong Bocheng pulled his thoughts out of the memory. At that time, Huanhuan trusted him very much. No matter what he did, whether he didn't spend the summer vacation with him or didn't pick him up on time, he fought It's good to be caught by him.In his heart, he is always right, so it is the same now.

"Just keep him around, I'll treat him better than anyone."

"Master..." The housekeeper hesitated to speak, and accompanied Dong Bocheng into the room to bandage up.

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