After being dressed as cannon fodder, I just want a divorce

"Come in, the door is unlocked!" Zhou Zhou's voice was three points higher than usual, and the awkward silence was suddenly broken.

He didn't know if he was awake before he came, and Ye Misheng was just calling out tentatively, and he didn't expect that someone would answer.

The moment he heard a familiar voice, his serious and worried expression was replaced by joy.

Push the door open and walk in, "Great Brother Zhou, you're finally awake."

"Brother Zhou, I'm sorry..." Wen Luo walked side by side with Ye Qisheng behind Ye Misheng. The first time he stepped into the door, he saw Zhou Zhou's miserable appearance covered in bandages, and his tone suddenly softened, even though he had been in the industry for many years , but after all, he is still a 19-year-old child, even if he tried his best, he couldn't control the tears that fell.

"Hey, hello." What Zhou Zhou hates the most is tears, regardless of men and women, as long as the tears fall, no matter how hard his heart was just before, his heart will be soft and confused.

With great effort, he raised his right hand that was not infused and waved at him, beckoning him to come over, "What's wrong, what are you sorry for?"

"Brother did this to save me." Wen Luo came forward with a teary tone, his nose was red and looked pitiful.

"..." That's not true.

Zhou Zhou lived a very realistic life, knowing that he was not the kind of person who sacrificed himself for others, when the bracket fell.

He didn't react at all.

But in the face of Wen Luo's sincere and moving expression, Zhou Zhou still tried his best to smile, and said vaguely: "It's good that you're fine."

Now Wen Luo was even more moved.

The elder brother is tall, the elder brother is short, and the other three people in the room are reduced to the background board together.

Fu Hengzhi's face was gloomy, he stared at Wen Luo with appreciative eyes, and secretly told himself that the other party was just a 19-year-old child.

Ye Qisheng's face was ashen, and he looked at Zhou Zhou with a look of anger, and he rationally told himself that the other party was just a half-paralyzed patient.

Ye Misheng: "..."

Ye Misheng was still holding a bouquet of sunflowers in his arms, standing alone on the outside, a little embarrassed.

"Brother Zhou, can I put the flowers here?" Unwilling to be an outsider, Ye Misheng walked between the small bed and the hospital bed on the other side, and placed the bouquet on the bedside table in between, successfully blocking Fu Hengzhi's gaze. The sight of the hospital bed.

"Yes, there is no need to buy flowers." Zhou Zhou tilted his head with difficulty, and smiled at Ye Misheng. The smile complemented the blooming sunflowers beside the bed.

Seeing this smile, Ye Misheng was in a trance for a moment, the corners of his lips curled up into a smile, and he suddenly said something.

"Brother Zhou, do you know that you are really charming."

Fu Hengzhi: "?"

Ye Qisheng: "?"

Zhou Zhou was taken aback, what did it feel like to be praised suddenly?

"Have vision, don't boast, be shy."

The three of them stayed in the ward for nearly half an hour, and when the private chef knocked on the door delivering meals, Fu Hengzhi saw off the guests without saying a word.

This is the time to wait.

"He's going to eat, everyone, please go back." The words were addressed to the three of them, but their eyes fell on Ye Misheng, and his tone was not polite.

After bringing the lunch box in, he left the door of the ward open and waited for the three of them to leave.

"Sorry, I'm bothering you this time." Ye Qisheng couldn't say a word the whole time, wishing he could leave early, he grabbed Wen Luo who was sitting on the bedside peeling apples, "Luo Luo, let's go."

"Ok."

Wen Luo turned around every step, and was reluctantly taken away by Ye Qisheng's shoulders.

"Well, the time together is always short." Ye Misheng, facing Fu Hengzhi's dangerous gaze, became the last of the three to leave the ward. Before leaving, he blinked at Zhou Zhou and said in an unclear tone: "Zhou Zhou Brother, can I come and see you tomorrow?"

After finishing speaking, he used a fork to pick up a piece of apple that had been cut and placed on the bedside table and fed it to the other party.

If this had been left before, Zhou Zhou would definitely not let others feed him like this. Although he was inconvenient to move, he had hands.

But it was different now. He hadn't eaten for more than 24 hours, and his eyes were dimmed from hunger. After saying "yes", he opened his mouth and bit the piece of sweet apple.

With a satisfied face, he chewed the apple and said, "Come if you want, and no one will stop you."

Ye Misheng's eyes flickered, and he was about to say something, when someone grabbed him by the collar, and then he was dragged out of the ward with a force.

With a gloomy face, Fu Hengzhi saw off the guests politely, "Second Young Master Ye, your brother is still waiting for you."

After saying that, the door of the ward closed with a bang in front of Ye Misheng.

Ye Misheng looked at the solid wooden door in front of him and narrowed his eyes lightly, his expression was dangerous for a moment, but it returned to normal when Wen Luo called him.

He smiled and said, "Here we come."

In the room, a special small table for meals was set up on the hospital bed. Zhou Zhou looked at Fu Hengzhi's skillful technique without moving, and couldn't hold back his brains: "Boss Fu is very skilled, are you also a regular visitor here?"

Just after Zhou Zhou finished speaking, Fu Hengzhi looked indifferently at Fu Hengzhi. It is no exaggeration to say that he felt that for a moment, the other party would have the urge to pick up the hollow steel table leg and give him a mallet.

The veins on the back of Fu Hengzhi's hands disappeared because he let go, and he glanced at Zhou Zhou who pursed his lips and lowered his head, and placed several lunch boxes on the dining table.

Open them one by one.

The smell of rice immediately filled the entire ward, Zhou Zhou swallowed reluctantly, and slowly stretched out his right hand to scoop up the fish porridge in front of him with a spoon.

The movement was slow, but somehow it was eaten into the mouth.

"Delicious!" Zhou Zhou was full of praise for the private chef's craftsmanship, "Mr. Fu, do you eat these at the company when you don't usually go home?"

"Yeah." Fu Hengzhi had the same porridge as the other party, and he ate very fast.

After eating all the meals that belonged to him, Zhou Zhou ate less than half of the porridge.

Fu Hengzhi stared at him silently, and Zhou Zhou seemed to feel the other person's gaze, but it was useless for him to be impatient, he could only scoop up each spoonful as much as possible to speed up his eating speed.

Fu Hengzhi looked at it for a while, then sat down on the edge of the hospital bed, took the spoon from Zhou Zhou's hand, scooped up the fish porridge on the table, and handed it over.

"..." The other party's movements were flowing, and before Zhou Zhou could react, his hand was empty, a little embarrassed, "It doesn't have to be like this, I can eat it myself."

Fu Hengzhi looked into his eyes and said in a calm tone, "Ye Misheng can feed you, but I can't?"

"?" The other party's words made Zhou Zhou's pupils tremble, and he smiled dryly, "No, I just don't want to trouble you, Mr. Fu."

"It's okay." Fu Hengzhi's tone was still indifferent, but the spoon was moved towards Zhou Zhou's lips.

This meal made Zhou Zhou feel complicated, which lasted until bedtime, when Fu Hengzhi came back after asking the doctor about his hospitalization.

When Fu Hengzhi entered the door, he met Zhou Zhou's probing eyes, closed the door and tore off the tie that had bound him all day, and asked, "Do you have any questions?"

That's too big of a problem.

Zhou Zhou hesitated to speak, thought for a moment, and said, "Mr. Fu... Did you get scolded by your uncle or aunt because of me?"

Fu Hengzhi: "..."

Zhou Zhou pursed his lips. Other than that, he couldn't think of any reason why the other party's behavior was so abnormal. Seeing that Fu Hengzhi didn't speak, he took it as acquiescence. Bao Buqi can really do this kind of thing when he has lost half his life.

"I'll explain it to my uncle and aunt, don't take it to heart."

Hearing this, Fu Hengzhi felt as if there was a suffocating air in his chest cavity, he couldn't breathe out or swallow it, and his chest was like a blower when he breathed out.

Bad breath.

"...If you think so, it's fine."

"I'll just say it." Zhou Zhou was obviously relieved. In fact, he had a bolder guess, but the degree of establishment was infinitely close to zero.

That's why Fu Hengzhi likes him.

It's ridiculous, right, it's ridiculous.

"Don't worry, if my uncle and aunt come over tomorrow, I will explain it to you as soon as possible." Zhou Zhou thought he was very considerate, and then saw Fu Hengzhi take off his suit jacket and put it on the hanger, and lay down on the small bed .

"?" Zhou Zhou was confused again.

"Boss Fu, are you still staying here tonight?"

Fu Hengzhi turned over and hummed with his back.

"Mom and Dad let me stay with you."

"Hey." Zhou Zhou slowly took the remote control at the head of the bed, let himself lie down slowly, and said carelessly: "Tomorrow, I will tell you, no matter how good the conditions are, it is still a hospital. It is too wronged for you to live here."

The other party didn't answer again, Zhou Zhou felt that he might have fallen asleep, after all, Mr. Ba had a full and tiring day, so he turned off the light switch by the bedside, and picked up his phone to open Weibo while still in good spirits.

The fact that he was knocked unconscious by a stand on the set has been raging on the Internet, and the comment area of ​​the official blog of the apology statement issued by the crew is full of various speeches.

There is a theory of ghosts and gods, saying that Zhou Zhou did too many bad things and suffered retribution.

To Zhou Zhou's surprise, most of the netizens under this comment were scolding the boss, and many of the IDs were his familiar black fans.

Most people insisted on the statement given by the official blog that he sacrificed himself to save others, and this accident successfully cleared him up a lot.

Zhou Zhou pursed his lips. At this moment, he was most worried about his career.

This is whitewashed, those black fans won't abandon the article, right?

Zhou Zhou was worried and scrolled through the comments, looking at all the passers-by in the past, worried.

-Sacrificing oneself to save others, the crew believes everything they say, and anyone who can think independently knows that from the perspective of the live video, he "accidentally" blocked the two actors because of his "advantage" in height.

--Does your independent thinking refer to independent independent thinking after the brain leaves?

---The brain has run away without a brain, and you have to know everything.

--Although I don't like Zhou Zhou, after all, he was hospitalized on the spot with blood splattered on the spot.

Zhou Zhou was silent.

But he had to admit that it seemed to be the case.

[The author has something to say]:

Zhou Zhou: Because I'm taller, the bracket hit my head first, giving them a chance to react...I'm telling the truth.

Wen Luo: I don't believe it!

Fu can't hold back his face. President: My parents let me do it.

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