After the live broadcast broke the news, I became popular [entertainment circle]

After confirming that Jian Cong is indeed not a big problem, Moustache himself forgets about it, but it is a matter of concern.

But if Jian Cong will go back to shoot variety shows in a short time, it should be impossible to go back and shoot, and it is even more impossible for the platform to ask Jian Cong for liquidated damages. Jian Weimin will not turn to them to sue them for accountability. The program group is loose and Ke Yiran gets involved It would be nice to have the crew, what more bicycles are needed.

What should be filmed is filmed, and what should be known to netizens is also known to netizens.

It was only fifty minutes after Jian Cong sent Xiao Huzi and his party out of the hospital. He thought that Yu Changmu would wake up after sleeping at this point, but it turned out that the man fell into a coma on his pillow as if he had been poured with sweat medicine. to noon.

On the way, when a nurse came in to change the dressing, Jian Cong was reluctant to move.

During the time of "Ranch Life" last time, Yu Changmu's work and rest schedule still took root in Jian Cong's heart.

In fact, Yu Changmu just said outside that he was a salted fish and had no income, but Jian Cong knew that he just didn't want the Yu family to worry that he would go back to steal Yu Changzhou's limelight. In fact, he was busy trading stocks and investment funds at home every day. Very clever, no need to worry about running out of money.

Yesterday, I was stabbed right under his nose. This man kept silent, and he must be blaming himself to death in his heart.

Jian Cong looked at the tired dark circles under his eyes, and felt distressed after all. He just lay on the bed like a useless person, unable to go to the toilet. wake up.

So that when Jian Weimin finally remembered that he was his own son, and he came late with a box of lunch, the first thing Jian Cong did was to wave his hand and ask his own father to help him to go to the toilet.

Jian Weimin was completely speechless, and muttered as soon as he left the ward: "The person is lying next to you and doesn't know what to do, and even serves as a pillow for others."

Jian Cong clutched his punctured side waist, and scolded back carefully: "Why are you talking so much nonsense, if you shed a tear just like others."

This is the toilet in the VIP ward of the hospital, but Jian Cong wanted Yu Changmu to sleep more, and insisted on asking Jian Weimin to help him to the public toilet outside despite Jian Weimin's blank eyes.

Right now, Jian Cong's figure has slimmed down, and wearing the smallest men's hospital gown is the same as wearing a bed sheet. Compared with before, he has lost a whole circle of weight.

Jian Weimin is fine in everything else, and feels that boys should suffer a bit, but the only thing is that Jian Cong doesn't grow flesh.

He himself is chubby, so he dislikes Jian Cong and shriveled: "I said you are not idols anymore, you have to maintain your figure no matter how you sing." And this is no longer maintaining a figure, it is completely losing weight beyond the limit.

"Just to look good on camera." Jian Cong was wearing Yu Changmu's coat over his hospital gown, and walked slowly, afraid of tearing his wounds, "So many fans are waiting to see you, you have to look good on camera. "

Jian Weimin pursed his mouth in displeasure: "If you're not skinny, you can't sing anymore? There are also a lot of fat people singing. I'm asking you seriously now, what are your plans for the future."

Jian Cong pretended to be stupid: "What's the plan, it's not very good, and you can still make money."

Jian Weimin supported Jian Cong like his ancestors, and immediately began to show off his pity, and said mysteriously: "Do you know why I hung up on you last night?"

Jian Cong could guess with his eyes closed: "Why, the doctor told you that you are three high, and asked you to sleep more and stop staying up late?"

Jian Weimin was even more unhappy: "Then you all know that you didn't say anything and came back to help me."

Regarding Jian Weimin's physical condition, Jian Cong has always been aware of it.

Although his father is not a fitness fanatic, he still does regular exercise to maintain his body, but he can't stand the high intensity of work and the high pressure. After years of hard work, he has developed many diseases. Taking medicine is the same as eating, which is not counted. Health care products, in short, at least three meals a day.

"Then let Yu Changmu help you, and he didn't say he wouldn't help you." Jian Cong moved towards the bathroom step by step, staring straight ahead, and continued to pretend to be stupid, "Even if I don't sing, let's go." What can a company do by squatting to help, isn't it just nonsense."

Jian Cong thought that Jian Weimin suddenly mentioned this, probably because he wanted to talk to him.

But he didn't expect Jian Weimin to be so straightforward, and he just said, "Then let him move his account from Yu's house and enter our house."

Jian Cong was immediately startled and turned his head: "What the hell?"

"Just change your household registration, otherwise how can I trust him." Jian Weimin looked at Jian Cong Yuanyuan's face full of seriousness, "Otherwise you two can't get married, and the foreign marriage certificate is like a joke, you have to get something Realistic."

Jian Cong was stunned for two seconds before saying, "I didn't expect you to have a sense of ceremony."

There are many ways to tie Yu Changmu to their family, but there is no other way to really stay in one household registration book.

In the ward, Yu Changmu opened his eyes in a daze, and the first thing he did was to reach out and touch the bed beside him.

As a result, it was cold to the touch, and Jian Cong was not there.

Yu Changmu woke up after dozing off on the spot, sat up suddenly from the bed, and stared blankly at the empty ward for a few seconds. He clearly remembered that Jian Cong woke up last night, and even chatted with him a few words. Sleeping together alone, why is there no one today?

A deep uneasiness rose from the bottom of Yu Changmu's heart. He first reached out and wiped his face twice to confirm that it was not a dream. Rush out.

The weather in City A in late autumn had turned cold, and the nurses were startled when they saw that Yu Changmu was only wearing a thin bottoming short sleeve.

But before they had time to go around and ask what was going on, Yu Changmu had already found them at the speed of light, his sharp sword eyebrows were tightly frowned, his handsome face was sad, and he asked where Jian Cong was. With eyes, he knew Yu Changmu was now How nervous.

The nurse who was often responsible for changing Jian Cong's dressing was the first to express surprise: "Jian Bao's father came and helped him out of the ward, don't you know?"

She thought that with such a big commotion, Yu Changmu should wake up anyway.

As a result, Yu Changmu frowned even tighter, and subconsciously decided that the "help" in the nurse's mouth meant that Jian Weimin took Jian Cong away from the hospital directly. He didn't want Jian Cong to meet him.

So Jian Cong was helped back from the toilet by Jian Weimin, and before he got close, he heard Yu Changmu crackling, caught the nurse and asked, "When did they leave? Did you say anything? Does uncle look very angry?" ?”

The nurses were also confused by Yu Changmu, their eyes were full of words: how can a good person suddenly go crazy.

Yu Changmu didn't get an answer, and he was already visibly becoming anxious with the naked eye. He clenched his fists tightly with his hands by his sides, wearing thin clothes as if he couldn't feel the cold at all.

Just looking at it, Jian Cong shuddered for him, walked up to him with an inquiring face and raised his head: "What are you doing, aren't you sleeping, why did you have an argument with someone's nurse?"

The quarrel was just a playful way of saying it, but they knew the truth in their hearts, that is, Yu Changmu had PTSD caused by Ke Yiran's knife, and if he didn't see Jian Cong for a while, he would feel at a loss and panicked.

All Yu Changmu's emotions calmed down when he saw Jian Cong protruding from behind him.

Jian Cong reminded first: "Don't hug me, my waist still hurts."

Yu Changmu's seven souls found Liu Po, and those eyes couldn't deceive anyone no matter how good the disguise was, his chest heaved and he let out a sigh of relief, and then he felt a little embarrassed when he saw Jian Weimin who was still following him—his The reaction was obviously overdone, scaring even the nurses.

Yu Zhangmu checked Jian Cong's body with his eyes restrainedly, and then apologized to the nurses very rarely: "I'm just a little worried about Jian Cong, sorry for scaring you."

Jian Weimin can see Yu Changmu's every move, no matter how much he has an opinion on Yu Changmu, he should know that Yu Changmu's liking for Jian Cong cannot be faked: "What do you have to worry about, I'm afraid I will blame you Can't I take Jian Cong away again? I'm used to being such an ancestor myself, so I don't have the right to blame you."

It was obvious that he was talking to Yu Changmu, but the subtext was still aimed at Jian Cong.

Jian Weimin turned his eyes to his son with a half-smile and half-smile, and said, "With his mouth, if I say that he should have been beaten up long ago, he can last until now before entering the hospital. The long memory."

Jian Cong immediately rolled his eyes: "I've never seen you so hopeful for your son's bad father."

Then even if the situation is over, Yu Changmu doesn't have to continue to worry about it.

For a company as big as the Jian's Group, Jian Weimin was alone in charge. It was okay when he was not busy before, but when he got busy with something, Jian Weimin wanted to split one into two, so he just watched Jian Cong eat his lunch After that, he urged him to gain two catties of flesh before leaving the hospital.

Later, Jian Wei, Yu Changzhou, and Linge all came to see Jian Cong one after another.

During the two months when Jian Cong was recuperating in the hospital, Yu Changmu was like a normal person, doing nothing but staying with him in the ward all the time, resolutely implementing the principle of allowing Jian Cong to be able to use his clothes, his hands to eat, and his mouth to open his mouth. Jian Cong felt very uncomfortable.

After all, no matter what, when Yu Changzhou was sick, Yu Changmu was studying and dealing with work. He could almost be said to be the savior of the Yu family. How could it be disposable? People think of him, as if the days when he fought hard for the Yu family never existed.

Jian Cong really felt that the Yu family was a lump, and he couldn't let it go easily in his heart.

On the day Jian Cong was discharged from the hospital, he was the first to give him the paparazzi message in the WeChat list as agreed, and treated it as a favor for the one who broke the news about Pang Xiang taking drugs.

But the reason paparazzi is called paparazzi is because their noses are sharper than ordinary people, so they immediately asked.

[Paparazzi: After coming out of the hospital for so long, aren't you planning to make any big moves?Uncle Jian is not young, and my colleagues know that I have a good relationship with you, and they even asked me why your father keeps going in and out of the hospital for checkups recently]

Jian Cong rolled his eyes and moved his fingers to reply the message.

[Jian Cong: Then you can help me release a message, saying that because the Yu family does not want Yu Changmu, Yu Changmu had to cut in the door to work at my house, highlighting the helplessness involved, and then saying that on the night of the reception, I will Marry Yu Changmu]

[Paparazzi:? ? ?marry】

Jian Cong smiled: That's right, you can't let people work for nothing, you must give them some benefits.

The paparazzi is like a real name question mark, and they can imagine the effect of this news.

[Paparazzi: Being a boss and marrying a wife at the same time, this is really helpless, next time there is such a helpless thing, call me, Rui Sibai.jpg]

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Netizen: "Helpless King"

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