Rebirth of the King

Ancheng felt that he was very unlucky, in the general sense of unlucky.

It is estimated that any artist would not be able to keep ups and downs like himself. Thinking about the time when getting scratched on the face was considered a major event of the year, An Cheng was deeply depressed.

And when he woke up, he discovered a frustrating fact about the Feng family——

"Why is it only you?" His voice was a little hoarse, obviously because he hadn't spoken for a long time.

"Concussion, this kind of thing can be big or small, the company has gone out to clean up, are you okay?" Lian Qing stood up, ready to ring the bell to call the doctor.

"Wait a minute," An Cheng stopped him, rubbing his forehead: "I've been in a coma for a long time?"

Lian Qing glanced at the phone in surprise: "38 hours, the doctor said that if you don't wake up for 48 hours, it is dangerous."

Ancheng sighed sincerely: "...Fortunately, I woke up early."

"Don't touch your head." Lian Qing reached out and pulled An Cheng's quilt up, and then went out to find a doctor in person.

Could this be an accident?Anyway, Ancheng didn't believe it.

Especially when something happened on the day when Gu Ling came, it was far from the explanation of accident no matter what.

But if it is said that a big man like Gu Ling came here just to smash himself into a brainless person, it is probably not very likely.I have never heard of Gu Ling and Gu Xuanqing being brothers, how come their relationship has taken a leap all of a sudden?

Thinking of this, Ancheng felt a little headache, and subconsciously began to look at the surrounding environment.

In this life, he seemed to have a special affinity with the hospital, so he just went there once he had nothing to do.Thinking about the original owner of this body, An Cheng silently looked at the sky and sighed, feeling a little sorry for this Zhong Mingxi, it was nothing more than a dove occupying the magpie's nest, it was really his own fault for not taking good care of this body .

Bouquets, flower baskets, and fruit baskets that have not been touched for thousands of years.

An Cheng smiled wryly, and searched for a familiar name inside, but failed.Anyway, with that person's temperament, he probably wouldn't do such things as hypocrisy and obedience.

Ancheng waited for the doctor to finish the routine examination, then rubbed his brows and asked, "Doctor, when can I be discharged from the hospital?"

"Young people don't know how to take care of their bodies. What's the rush?" The doctor laughed, and then glanced at the heart rhythm chart before saying, "Concussions can be big or small. No matter what you say, it will take two weeks."

"Thank you." An Cheng frowned and said sincerely.

"What's the company's reaction this time?" An Cheng asked as soon as the doctor left.

"Mingxi," Lian Qing looked a little hesitant, and after a while he made up his mind to say: "Actually, the most important thing is not the company's reaction, but Director Qi's reaction."

Ancheng laughed, and looked up at the ceiling indifferently: "Then...how did Director Qi react?"

Thinking of the physical condition of the person in front of him, Lian Qing was still stuck: "Go and ask Director Qi yourself, maybe there is a turning point."

That is to say, the decision to change is already made, and An Cheng can hear the words even if they are cryptic.

An Cheng closed his eyes expressionlessly.

He understands Qi Yan's character too well, the more it is delivered to the door, the less valuable it is, but he really never thought that one day he would be kicked after being used up like this.

The agreed agreement is bullshit, and Qi Yan has no intention of dealing with those people for him.

It happened at the time when Gu Xuan kidnapped him, the moment Qi Yan rushed in, An Cheng actually felt that his eyes were slightly blurred.

There was a slight knock on the door of the ward, and then someone seemed to push the door and walked in.

Lian Qing went out, Ancheng was seriously injured this time, and his whole body was a little drowsy, so he said, "I'll sleep for a while."

"What are you sleeping for?" The man laughed in a low voice, and Ancheng couldn't help being shocked by his usual cool voice.

"Director Qi." An Cheng struggled to get up, his brows and eyes didn't show any enthusiasm, but he was a little tired.

Qi Yan seldom saw him like this, so he couldn't help but startled slightly, before his brain reacted, his hands already moved, pressing down lightly: "Don't get up."

An Cheng froze slightly from this overly familiar action, then smiled self-deprecatingly: "Yes."

"I don't intend to replace you," Qi Yan sat by the side and looked at him for a while, then cut straight to the point, looked at the young man's expressionless eyes and smiled softly: "This time "Don't Forget" is finished, I sign you out."

An Cheng finally raised his eyebrows: "What do you mean?"

"For the time being, you can't fall out with your boss," Qi Yan seemed to want to reach into his pocket for a pack of cigarettes, but then stopped when he thought of something, his eyes were filled with a deep coldness, and his voice was extremely calm : "So this is an opportunity."

An Cheng was a little puzzled.

Then I heard Qi Yan change the subject and continue: "Let me ask you, you are so seriously ill this time, did you tell your parents?"

An Cheng was stunned, he looked at Qi Yan, and Qi Yan's gaze was firmly fixed on his face, as if he didn't intend to let go of even a little expression.

"As the only son of Zhong Yulin, the richest man in City C, you should have family members to visit you at a time like this," Qi Yan chuckled, "You probably don't know about these things."

An Cheng finally managed to regain his breath. As an actor in his previous life, this little thing would not disturb him.

"Director Qi, I'm sorry, I remember that I told you that I lost my memory." An Cheng said with a calm expression.

"Oh?" Qi Yan sneered: "In this case, I should send someone to take you back to Zhong's house, because they called me and asked you to go back to attend Master Zhong's birthday banquet."

An Cheng smiled: "Yes, I understand, on the premise of not affecting the filming, I will definitely go back."

"You probably don't even remember how old you are." Qi Yan's tone was full of sarcasm and inquiry.

An Cheng shook his head: "Father is 50 now, I know that." He met him once when he was filming in his previous life, and An Cheng was sincerely thankful that he had a wide social circle.

Qi Yan stared at Ancheng closely for a while, then exhaled and said, "Forget it, you can rest, and report to the crew after you are discharged from the hospital."

An Cheng just felt as if he had been stared at by a hunter for too long, and his whole body was a little exhausted: "Yes." It was good to leave.

"I'll come back tomorrow." Qi Yan said calmly, and handed An Cheng a glass of water with great kindness.

An Cheng just felt a little thirsty and took a sip, and almost spit out the water after hearing this.

Qi Yan looked at it leisurely, and from the corner of his eye, he saw a shadow outside the door, and it disappeared with a swipe.