he killed himself

Zhou Chen woke up at around 9 o'clock in the evening. Because he had enough sleep, his eyes were very bright now, so when he looked at Feng Zhen, his eyes were even more amazingly bright.

"You're recovering well, so I'll go back."

He just grabbed the man's hand, "If I don't recover well, don't you have to worry more."

As thick-skinned as ever, Feng Zhen pulled out his arm and asked him what he wanted to eat, but the porridge had already been brought over.

This is light white rice porridge, the rice oil has been boiled out, and the aroma is tangy. Zhou Chen, who has been hungry for a day and night, feels his stomach is burning even more just by smelling it.

"You did it?"

"Zhou Lin is awake, do you want to go and see?"

"She was out of danger when I was in a coma. There shouldn't be much time to commit suicide in the past two days." Probably Feng Zhen had already agreed that the porridge was made by Feng Zhen, and her bright eyes smiled again. "She shouldn't want to See me, wait for Xiaowu to come back."

Yang Wu is an artist, and usually does not appear in special circumstances, and Feng Zhen is not familiar with him, so he didn't ask any more questions.

After Zhou Chen drank the porridge and took a bath, it was after ten o'clock. During the period, a doctor came to do a full-body examination. After confirming that he was alive, he waved his hand and wanted to go out. Is this virtue?

"Xiao Heng?"

"Ah... I can already understand this." The doctor took off the mask and gold-rimmed glasses, "Lin Zi's glasses are really heavy, see if my nose is red?"

There were indeed red marks on both sides of Bai Jiu's high nose. Feng Zhen thought that he was here to see Zhou Chen, so he asked if he wanted to go back together later.

"The hotel next door is filming, I can't leave now, by the way, do you have breakfast tomorrow?"

There is breakfast, but, "What time will you finish your work tonight?"

"I don't know, one point, two points? It doesn't seem to matter. I don't know if the opponent's character dies smoothly today, um...it's unlikely..." He was so confused, and glanced at Zhou Chen who was processing the mail , I interrupted myself and asked if I would be discharged from the hospital tonight, if I get out, I can come here to sleep later.

Zhou Chen glanced at Feng Zhen, "Go back together later?"

"Go back, didn't you stay here all night last night? It's better to hire a nurse in this case, why come by yourself."

It's not that that bastard Yi Zheng asked someone to watch from outside!

Feng Zhen knew that he couldn't tell Xiao Heng what immoral things your family had done, not to mention that these dogs are generally black, but he is not allowed to give any explanations from this young master, but when he saw Zhou Chen, he looked away. With a smile on his face, he was even more depressed in his heart.

Before leaving the hospital, Zhou Chen still went to see Zhou Lin, but he was at the door and didn't go in.

"I always feel that she will leave at any time. Sometimes I think that death is a relief, and I am afraid that she will go there alone and have no one to rely on."

"Those who cannot be freed in this world will not be freed in that world."

"It seems we think differently about death."

Feng Zhen didn't want to discuss this topic with him, "Aren't you going in to see her?"

"It's good." Zhou Chen still said, "The doctor is also reliable, and I don't need to stimulate her emotions here."

"Did you think the same way back then?" While waiting for the elevator, the young man asked, keeping his eyes on the falling numbers, seemingly casually and unintentionally.

when?Zhou Chen thought for a while, oh, it was when Feng Zhen woke up and received physical therapy. Even if he flew back from abroad once a month at that time, he just watched at the door and almost didn't go in. "I think your physical therapy process is pretty good. smoothly."

Feng Zhen’s physiotherapist was invited back from Germany by Zhou’s family. In China, Lin Xiao’s teacher, Professor Tang, is the attending doctor. Lin Xiao is usually there to watch over him. Xiao Chen comes here for an internship when he returns to China. These people are very reliable. .

"Ah."

There was a ding, and I didn't know whose memory was interrupted. The two of them paused for a while before entering the elevator.

The small space was filled with each other's breath. Afterwards, the two of them went back in a car, and the sound of each other's breathing was in their ears.

Although Zhou Chen's complexion was not very good, he was still in good spirits. He kept looking at the young man beside him. On the contrary, the young man propped his face with one hand and looked out of the window. This action was actually refusing to communicate, but Zhou Chen obviously didn't have such conscious.

"You are here these few days, do you want me to tell Chu Yuan to rest for two days?"

It seemed that Hai Lan belonged to him, Feng Zhen felt inexplicably depressed, and glanced at this guy, "These two days are counted as work."

The tails of Feng Zhen's eyes are slightly hanging, because both pupils and eyelashes are deep black, and the tails of his eyes seem to have natural eyeliner. Although this glance is gloomy, it makes Zhou Chen who is beside him secretly happy. Beauty is in the eyes of lovers. That's probably the case, thinking that his every frown and smile are different colors, so his buttocks moved towards the other side without any limit, "No matter what, thank you very much for being by my side these two days."

"It's nothing." It can be regarded as repaying your care for me.

"Then can you tell Yi Zheng not to call me in the future?"

"Let me talk to him."

These words are not very reliable, Feng Zhen just stared at him, "You have to explain."

Seeing this pair of eyes, Zhou Chen only felt happy all of a sudden, and his nature of emphasizing sex and despising friends was fully exposed, "I'll say it now."

Three minutes later, Yi Zheng closed the phone, glanced at Xiao Heng who was hugging the dead character, and couldn't tell whether he was crying or laughing, so he took a video with the phone, thinking After all these years, this child still hasn't made any progress.

Dayang also expressed his deep agreement, and talked with the chief boss about Xiaoheng's future arrangements and positioning.

Regarding the child's future arrangements, Dayang actually has a lot of ideas, and with the help of Yi Zheng's resources, the implementation is not bad.

Her idea is to start in May of this year and arrange a variety show for Xiaoheng that suits his personality. The production is inherently full of a certain sense of mystery, and it will be very topical on variety shows.

Dayang talked for about 10 minutes, but he avoided some explanations about the benefits. After all, as Xiaoheng's lover in Yizheng, all he wanted was whether this person was happy or not.

"I don't want him to have too much exposure." This was Yi Zheng's last answer, looking at Xiao Heng who was cut again with a smile full of affection, "He doesn't need it either, does he?"

"Then what do you think he lives for?"

OK!The director finally shouted, Xiao Heng heaved a sigh of relief, and politely thanked the actress and staff.In fact, acting is nothing more than finding something for Xiao Heng to do. If Xiao Heng wants to go to the company and engage in art, he can support him. So why is Xiao Heng alive?

dream?Yi Zheng respects dreams, but he is also very clear that Xiaoheng doesn't have such a thing.

When the man turned around and looked at him, his eyes were bright, as if there was nothing around him, and Yi Zheng gave an answer that sounded very selfish, "For me."

"What are you talking about?"

"You said that your acting skills haven't improved at all over the years." Dayang said with a smile.

"It's still a little bit longer." Xiao Heng smiled with his eyes bent, changed the clothes that were covered with fake blood, and immediately got into the small quilt that had been heated by Dayang, clutching the thermos cup Yi Zheng gave, here is Nourishing medicinal food, but he doesn't like it, and he will never drink it until the last moment, "I won the best newcomer at the end of the year."

Dayang decided not to speak, and Yizheng opened the thermos. Recently, there was mushroom soup, and the taste was quite comforting. "Do you like that award?"

"It's okay." Xiaoheng frowned, and took the thermos. The smell inside was as uncomfortable as ever. "I hate these smells the most. Why do you always think I like them?"

Dayang looked at the time and decided not to intervene between the two. He went to talk to the production team about the arrangements for these two days. After that, until May, Xiao Heng had no other work arrangements except Fashion Week.

Go on relying on Yi Zheng?Not to mention what happens after men and women get married, let alone men and men?

The most important thing is that a person, no matter what status he or she is in, always has a little yearning to live in this world. For example, she cultivates a star with mature thinking and positioning. For example, Yi Zheng wants to reach the top of his career, but in Xiao Heng , she can't see this type of thing at all.

Want to talk to Xiao Heng?She asked herself, and then came, is it useful to talk?

When this boy first came to my side, I told him that once a person only regards another person as the whole of his life, he will lose the meaning of being a person.

At that time, Xiao Heng said, "The only reason for me to come to this world is to live for him. Is there any other meaning?"

Therefore, Dayang will not say anything more, and can only try his best to use all the resources provided by Yizheng to push Xiaoheng to a higher level, so that his career and his original choice appear to be correct.

On the way back, Xiao Heng joked about setting up a studio with Dayang, recruiting girls with long legs, thin waist and big breasts to come in. Seeing that Yi Zheng had no objection, he pretended that this matter had passed, and when he waited for the traffic lights, he just smiled. He firmly grasped Yi Zheng's hand, leaned on his shoulder, and mentioned Wang Ke for the first time.

Yi Zheng was a little surprised, unbuttoned his bow tie, and asked him what's wrong.

"I want to know how you get along with each other."

"You've been depressed recently, is that because of this?"

"Don't be shy." Yi Zheng's backhand grasped Yi Zheng's paw, which was the one that hit someone, and covered it completely. "After holding it for so long, why is this hand still so cold?"

"Don't change the subject."

Looking at the child through the rearview mirror, he looked normal, and then Yi Zheng said, "When I get along with him, it's more like an envoy between two countries, fighting for every inch of land."

"Speak human, speak human." The white and tender boy continued to play with his big hand with his eyes bent.

For Yi Zheng, getting along with Wang Ke was not very pleasant. Although that person had Xiao Heng's face, his style was completely opposite.

He got up at 6 in the morning, went out for about half an hour and came back, stayed in the equipment room for an hour, then took a shower, and had breakfast at about 8 o'clock.

After breakfast, because he couldn't go out and run around, he asked someone to take him to the shooting range. This man was very interested in shooting and fighting. Yi Zheng invited two middle-level experts to accompany him. Wow, the word is simple - professional.

The person can stay in those places until 3pm and start a game of escape that sometimes takes a day to get back, sometimes a little longer.

The last time this person ran to Lianyun City at the end of the year was a little longer.

"Hearing this way, Wang Ke's life is quite interesting."

"Our life is to him, and his life to us is another world." The car slowed down and turned a corner, driving into a tree-lined path, "Xiaoheng, if Wang Ke was born for you to protect me The other you is actually unnecessary, now I can protect you, and I can also protect myself."

"He told you that?"

They looked at each other, as if it was the first time they saw each other again, but they didn't remember when, but it felt like reunion after a long absence, so they couldn't help but kissed his forehead, "I think so."

"Then you are really narcissistic." Xiao Heng squinted his eyes, his eyes glowed faintly, "How do you know that Wang Ke is not here to protect me?"