Debt in the entertainment industry

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Wei Ting hung up the phone, feeling a little strange.

He has several phones, several for work, one for Yuji, and one for personal use.It was a private call just now, an unfamiliar number, and generally no stranger would know his number.

The other party didn't speak when they called, only the slight sound of breathing and the sound of splashing water could be heard. He took it for granted that it was a harassing call.

"swallow."

"What's the matter, Brother Wei?"

Xu Yan raised her head from a pile of scripts.

"Do you know this number?" He handed over the phone.

"I have a little impression, just wait." Xu Yan took out her mobile phone and entered the number,

"Brother Wei, this is Ji Zhehuan's number."

"Ji Zhehuan?" Wei Ting frowned.

Xu Yan reminded him: "Yes, as Ding Quan, he helped you when you were chased by paparazzi, you won't forget, right?"

Of course Wei Ting remembered.

After hesitating for a while, the phone was called back, but no one answered.

Xu Yan asked, "Why is he looking for you?"

Wei Ting shook his head, played with the phone in his hand, and said, "Swallow, I'll go out."

Xu Yanxu explained: "Be careful, Wu Mina's matter has not been resolved, don't be discovered, and come back to rest early, I will go back after sorting these things out, you have an announcement at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning."

"I know." Wei Ting pulled up his collar to cover half of his handsome face, picked up the sunglasses on the table and went out.

After a while, Xu Yan seemed to think of something. Wei Ting is going to find Ji Zhehuan?It's eleven o'clock in the evening, when did their relationship become so good?

Wei Ting didn't know why he went to find Ji Zhehuan.

He still clearly remembers the feeling of being hugged by Ji Zhehuan that night, as well as his inexplicable heartbeat.

After he came back, he deliberately paid attention to a few beautiful male stars, but he didn't feel it at all. He went to find Ji Zhehuan tonight, probably—to find the answer.

Relying on his super memory, Wei Ting entered the address of Ji Zhehuan's home on the navigator.

Standing at the door of Ji Zhehuan's house, he hesitated.Would it be too abrupt to come to the door suddenly like this? After all, apart from the previous cooperation and Ji Zhehuan's unintentional help last time, there was no interaction between them. ——He reacted to Ji Zhehuan again, so what should he do?If Ji Zhehuan opened the door, what should he say?Have to think of a reasonable reason, right?

Wei Ting had an idea and thought of a perfect reason.

After waiting for a while, no one came to open the door.Only then did he remember to check the time, and it was already 11:30 in the evening!Wei Ting is a well-known workaholic in the entertainment industry. He always works until he forgets the time. Although there has been an affair with Wu Mina recently, it will not affect his popularity at all. The dramas that should be filmed are still being filmed. The announcement still has to be rushed.When he went out, he remembered that he had just had dinner, why is it already 11:30?

At this time, it is not suitable even to visit friends.

Ji Zhehuan should be asleep.No one came to answer the door, Wei Ting was a little bit disappointed, but also a little bit lucky.

Wei Ting's life is very simple. His family is well-off. He has been better than others since he was a child. He shot many commercials and starred in several TV dramas when he was a child. After graduating from junior high school, he went abroad to study directly and studied film and television. , just took one movie, and many people were crazy about his handsome appearance and excellent acting skills.

Every step of his growth came according to his hard work and his plan. Now that he is 26 years old, it is the first time that something out of his control occurs. My heart has long been like a sea in the wind, with waves rising and falling.

Turning around and just taking two steps, I heard the sound of the door being opened.Looking back, Ji Zhehuan was wearing a snow-white bathrobe, with a loose belt around his waist to block important parts.

Ji Zhehuan's eyes looked a little hazy, his lips turned purple for some reason, his bangs were longer than before, dripping wetly along his neck and into his half-exposed chest, there was a purple streak on his neck He is too familiar with the mark of this person. Last time, he did not intend to let this person suffer such an injury. The degree is far less than this time. Was it caused by filming?

Wei Ting looked at the other party calmly, but the other party only glanced at him casually.

Ji Zhehuan accidentally fell asleep lying in the bathtub, and woke up when he heard the doorbell ringing in a daze, and the water was completely cold.He opened his mouth, and let out a deep and piercing voice like a ghost in a horror movie: "Wei Ting?"

His throat seemed to be torn and burned, and he struggled to say the rest: "What... are you here for?"

His throat was seriously injured, Wei Ting knew it from the sound, and said, "I was chased by some paparazzi around here..."

Ji Zhehuan didn't listen to his explanation, turned around and entered the door. Wei Ting understood what he meant and followed Ji Zhehuan into the door.

The room was even messier than before, and Ji Zhehuan sat on his special sofa again.

"You have a sore throat?"

Wei Ting asked knowingly,

Ji Zhehuan nodded, and Wei Ting got closer, only to find that Ji Zhehuan was trembling slightly.

He seems cold?It's just the beginning of autumn... No, in just a few minutes, Wei Ting noticed that Ji Zhehuan's gaze became a little distracted, his lips were purple and black, his face was pale, reflecting the scars on his neck looked a little scary.

"you are sick?!"

Ji Zhehuan had a splitting headache, and his throat hurt even more. He didn't want to speak, so he nodded and shook his head again.

"Are you cold? Go to bed? I'll find you a doctor."

Wei Ting watched Ji Zhehuan stand up slowly while supporting the sofa, his footsteps were flimsy, his body swayed a bit and then he fell back, Wei Ting quickly caught the man with his eyesight, and Wei Ting touched the man's arm, only to find that he was so cold It's not in shape, it's not the body temperature that a normal person should have at all, no wonder he's so cold.

Ji Zhehuan didn't even have the strength to push him away.

Wei Ting was also a little embarrassed. All this tonight, no, including everything last time, was beyond his expectation.

"I'll help you to bed and find a doctor for you."

Wei Ting helped him onto the bed and covered Ji Zhehuan with a quilt. He huddled into a ball and hid in the quilt, shaking even more unbearably.I called my personal doctor Yao Yu, and turned on the air conditioner to 26 degrees.

The person on the bed didn't seem to be feeling any better. He seemed to be talking about something. Wei Ting leaned closer to listen, only to hear him say: "It's cold...so cold...."

Wei Ting reached out to touch his forehead, the other party felt his temperature, and hugged his arm, Wei Ting was unprepared, he was already bowed, but now he fell on the quilt, so tightly Recently, he realized that the corners of Ji Zhehuan's eyes were wet.

The other party seemed to want to draw more warmth from him, so he arched at him, Wei Ting reacted almost immediately, jumped up from the man like a spring, and turned on the air conditioner to 30 degrees.

Slowly, the person on the bed didn't know whether it was cold or fell into a coma. He stopped shaking, so he called Yao Yu again.

Wei Ting stood far away from the bed, leaning on the door frame. He didn't know how to take care of patients. He watched Ji Zhehuan's pale face gradually turn red, and he only hoped that Yao Yu would arrive soon.

About half an hour later, the doorbell rang, and Yao Yu stood at the door in casual clothes, carrying his special medicine box.

"Why are you in this kind of place? Who is sick?" Yao Yu asked as soon as he entered the door. He is Wei Ting's personal doctor, and also Wei Ting's classmate and friend for many years.

"Don't ask so many questions, it's more important to see a doctor." Wei Ting led Yao Yu into Ji Zhehuan's room.

Yao Yu looked at the person on the bed, immediately took the equipment to measure his temperature, and checked the situation: "He is in serious condition, send him to me, where is his family?"

Wei Ting answered honestly: "I don't know, I haven't been in contact with it."

Yao Yu has fair skin, a handsome face, and extraordinary medical skills. Although he is young, he is quite well-known in the medical field.

"What's your relationship with him? Why are you in this kind of place?"

With Wei Ting's status, he shouldn't appear in this kind of antique neighborhood.

"He...is a friend of mine. We had a match in filming. I'll talk to him." Wei Ting felt that his lies were flawless.

Yao Yu pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, which hid his sharp eyes in a timely manner: "Send him to my clinic, where there are not enough medicines and equipment."

It was not difficult to send Ji Zhehuan to Yao Yu's clinic, but what was difficult was that Ji Zhehuan was only wearing a bathrobe at this time, and Wei Ting didn't know if he was a prostitute, so he said to Yao Yu: "He has no clothes on."

"Then quickly put it on for him." Yao Yu packed his things neatly.

"I...you put it on for him, and I'll drive." Wei Ting turned to leave.

"I drove here too, isn't he your friend?"

Although he also wanted to know when Wei Ting made this friend, after all, being Wei Ting's friend is not an easy task.

Wei Ting thought for a while, and put on his celebrity airs.

"I don't know how to dress people, you come."

After that, I went to the closet to find clothes.

Yao Yu helped Ji Zhehuan who was half unconscious, took the clothes thrown by Wei Ting and began to wear them for Ji Zhehuan. At this time, Ji Zhehuan was so obedient that he could be manipulated by others.

When he was wearing pants, Wei Ting glanced casually, but luckily, he was wearing underwear.It's just—why should he worry about that?

"Don't just stand there, give me a hand."

Yao Yu made a sound. After all, although Ji Zhehuan is still cooperative now, he can't stand firm by himself.Wei Ting walked over and put his hand under Ji Zhehuan's armpit. His body was not as cold as before, but became very hot.

"Is he badly burned?"

"Nonsense, did he take a cold bath? Is he committing suicide?"

Wei Ting shook his head.

It was already past two o'clock at night when the person was sent to Yao Yu's clinic for infusion.Yao Yu went to get medicine for the trauma, and when he came back, he saw Wei Ting standing in front of the hospital bed, staring at Ji Zhehuan, who was pale and asleep, in a daze.

"Is he your friend?" Yao Yu asked again.

Wei Ting thought for a while, then shook his head.

"We did filming together."

There are countless people who have filmed with him, especially such small supporting roles, he can't remember at all.

"He looks very charming," Yao Yu commented, the thin lips of the person on the hospital bed were tightly pressed, and even his sleeping face showed a slight alienation. "Look at him, does he look like an iceberg Sleeping Beauty?"

Wei Ting didn't show his expression: "He's a man."

Yao Yu smiled: "Haha, it's a pity. But it's already 1 o'clock in the morning, are you free tomorrow?"

Wei Ting replied, "No, I have an announcement at 8 o'clock."

"Then you don't plan to go back?" Yao Yu is the most observant, "Don't worry, there is a nurse tonight, you can come back tomorrow."

Yao Yu's medical skills, Wei Ting, are 1000 million reassuring.Seeing that Ji Zhehuan's complexion improved a lot, he went back to rest.