My target person set collapsed [entertainment circle]

Ever since Xue Yanchao inexplicably fell in love with Ji Zizheng in Scorpio last time, he kept meeting Ji Zizheng in the bar for no apparent reason.

At first he suspected that this guy was trying to mess things up, but later he found out that Ji Zizheng might simply have rediscovered the happiness of being a drunken fan after returning to being single, and came here to overdraw his youthful little tail, so the two of them had their own hilarity in the past two months Everyone, although occasionally there will be a bit of mutual pinching among elementary school students, but generally speaking, all is well.

But Xue Yanchao looked left and right, and felt that among the handsome guys he knew was Ji Zizheng. With a face worth [-] to [-] yuan, he can YY produce three Gs of tuning/teaching calcium tablets, so Xue Yanchao occasionally entrusts his hormones that have nowhere to vent to Ji Zizheng. Chu is quite willing to have a fling with him, but due to the bad first impression, there is no potential to develop a friendship, so he just flirts occasionally, and actually doesn't pester him to hate him.

Besides, Xue Yanchao usually has the intention to get out of place, has no energy to fall in love and has no energy to mess around. He is exhausted from work during the day, and he lies on the bed for a second when he goes home. The restlessness of the little virgin is basically exhausted. .The show is over at the bar, the physical problems are solved manually, the green environmental protection saves energy and saves water bills, and the life of a single dog is definitely not because of poverty :)

That night, Xue Yanchao came home from work at the bar. He was wearing earphones. While walking to pick up a small e-donkey, he talked on the phone with his brother in Ganzhong dialect: "Okay, ok, I know, why don't you get sleepy."

"Just sleepy," Xue Yansheng said, "I brush my teeth."

Xue Yanchao urged him a few more words: "It's late, don't you feel sleepy waiting to be scolded by your mother?"

Xue Yansheng said vaguely while brushing his teeth: "It's the weekend, it's still early."

Xue Yanchao trained his younger brother: "Don't go out on weekends, don't be so wow four, old man, be honest and get down to business!"

"Understood," Xue Yansheng asked him, "Brother, why are you gaining weight during Chinese New Year? It's dinner today, and mom and mother-in-law are still wowing you."

"It's not fat," Xue Yanchao said, "Karban for Chinese New Year."

Xue Yansheng asked again: "Brother, have you terminated the contract with your company? Your company's official blog is still going to file a lawsuit with you, right?"

"It's his mother-in-law's fault, the lawyer's letter is a fart, isn't it just to coax me not to make a fuss about Jieli Guoniao?" Thinking of Chengguan Media's mess, Xue Yanchao couldn't help cursing a few more words, and then said, "Lao Tzu It’s very good now, I’ve quit a long time ago, it’s much better than that broken brothel.”

Xue Yansheng gave a half-believing "Oh".

"Xue Lu just called me, wow, you two are arguing again," Xue Yanchao said, "You are always arguing with my sister, are you ashamed? Stop arguing, stop it, please, you two, complain to me every day Die!"

Xue Yansheng was so wronged that he switched to Mandarin: "I didn't bully her anymore, she enslaved me every day, and the villain would sue first!"

Xue Yanchao laughed and was about to speak when Ji Zizheng's flamboyantly red Aston Martin sped past him, splashing water all over his body.

"Damn it," Xue Yanchao pointed his middle finger at the red supercar, "this grandson."

Xue Yansheng asked strangely: "Brother, who are you scolding?"

"My grandson who drove a sports car splashed water all over my body," Xue Yanchao said, "I just drank two bottles of wine and went out to drive a car. Sooner or later, I will be killed by myself."

……

Thirty seconds later, Xue Yansheng heard a few loud "bumps" like explosions from the phone, as well as the screeching sound of wheels rubbing against the asphalt road.

"Brother?" Xue Yansheng asked, "What's wrong! Are you okay?"

Xue Yanchao fell into a strange silence, and then said: "I'm fine, it's just that the grandson who drove the supercar just now got into a car accident."

Xue Yansheng: "..."

Xue Yansheng: "Brother, do you have a Death Note in your hand?"

"Qie Mie," Xue Yanchao scolded in local dialect, "hang up first, I'll call the police."

It was good for Xue Yanchao to pull the little eDonkey aside. He went ahead to take a photo, and then called 110. After he finished speaking smoothly, he rushed to the isolation belt to see how Ji Zizheng was doing.

The policeman asked, "How much is the license plate?"

Xue Yanchao reported.

The police said: "In the future, remember to call 120 first and rescue the wounded first."

Xue Yanchao responded again and again, and quickly dialed 120.

The red supercar turned to the left, and the driver's door couldn't be opened, only the door on the side of the co-pilot was exposed, and the glass was shattered.Xue Yanchao opened the door of the passenger seat and shouted, "Ji Zizheng? Are you fucking okay? The ambulance will be here soon, hold on!"

Ji Zizheng didn't respond, and he didn't know if he fainted.

Xue Yanchao had no choice but to wait where he was, feeling a little guilty for some reason, so he silently recited Namo Amitabha Buddha to bless him.

After a while, both the police car and the ambulance arrived, pried open the front windshield, and then lifted Ji Zizheng out of the driver's seat on a stretcher.

Xue Yanchao was at the side of the road talking to the traffic police who were investigating and collecting evidence about the accident, but when he saw that Ji Zizheng was carried out, he couldn't help leaning over and asked dryly, "Are you all right?"

Fortunately, Ji Zizheng's car was still in a crash, and there was an airbag in it. Ji Zizheng didn't suffer any serious injuries, probably from fractures, fractures, concussions, etc. Seeing that Xue Yanchao was still strong enough to hold his hand, especially Strongly said to the doctor next to him, "He is my brother."

Xue Yanchao: "???"

Doctor: "Okay, let's go to the hospital together. The relatives must sign for the operation."

Xue Yanchao: "It's not me...that..."

Ji Zizheng took out a card from his pocket, and shoved it into Xue Yanchao's hand tremblingly: "I'm sorry, brother, take this card first and help me advance some money."

Xue Yanchao: "..."

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At around nine o'clock in the morning, the phone rang, and Xue Yanchao woke up from the sofa in the VIP ward. He saw Ji Zizheng who was sleeping on the bed, hung up the phone decisively, and collapsed back on the sofa.

Xue Yanchao thought to himself: "Ji Zizheng's family is also strange. There was a car accident, and no one came over. He didn't even care whether he lived or died. Could it be that the legendary rich and housed parents both died, and he grew up devoid of love? Domineering president, right? If it’s true, thank you so much. I’m a moral, civilized, and law-abiding citizen, but I have to work with him and pretend to be his cousin to sign for him. Fortunately, the risk of this operation is not high, otherwise it will be given to me I wouldn't even dare to sign for double the money."

But the complaints are the complaints. After all, they just plugged in a card and took so much money. Xue Yanchao still helped with all his heart, but Ji Zizheng picked and picked on him. It took him a long time to hire a nurse.After finally hiring a nurse, he had to go to the sample site to wait for Master Ji to call to relieve his boredom and eat with a mobile phone and tablet lunch box. During the period, he had to endure all kinds of disgust from Ji Zizheng and personal attacks without any dirty words.

Just when Xue Yanchao couldn't bear it anymore and was about to leave, the doorbell outside the ward suddenly rang.

Xue Yanchao walked over to open the door without love, and was stunned by the handsome long-haired guy outside who was carrying a fruit basket.

The handsome man with long hair raised his eyebrows meaningfully, and said with a smile, "Is Mr. Ji there?"

"Brother Ji is resting," Xue Yanchao said, "won't you come in and wait?"

The handsome man with long hair entered the ward and placed the fruit basket on the bedside table of the ward.

Ji Zizheng had just finished tormenting Xue Yanchao, feeling that Yixue was humiliated by the green, and he was in a happy mood. Seeing that it was Su Ting who came over, he even gave him a pleasing smile.

Su Ting saw his miserable state of plaster and gauze, and couldn't help but click his tongue: "This is pitiful, didn't you lose your memory?"

Ji Zizheng: "Who are you?"

Su Ting: "Honey! How could you forget me!"

Xue Yanchao: "..."

Ji Zizheng sneered: "You are the only one who plays a lot."

Xue Yanchao coughed in embarrassment, picked up his phone and walked out the door: "Brother Ji, I'm going out to smoke a cigarette."

"Okay, sorry to trouble you," Ji Zizheng said, "If you have something to do, go back first."

"No trouble, no trouble," Xue Yanchao closed the door smoothly, "You two are chatting! I'm going back to work, goodbye!"

"Is this your new baby meat?" Su Ting raised his eyebrows, "The taste has changed? Didn't you say you don't like people who are taller than you?"

"I really didn't keep Xiao Xianrou, please, don't play this stupid joke anymore," Ji Zizheng said, "I'm the only relative, let me come over and help."

"Come on, why don't I know your relatives?" Su Ting looked at him, "I see that his eyes are red from boils. Waiting for your operation and hospitalization for you, he didn't sleep all night, right? Tsk, it looks like He still has a conscience, which seems to be better than Mu Yuqing's little white-eyed wolf."

Ji Zizheng was speechless, thinking: "The favor owed to this fake cousin must be paid quickly."

Su Ting just teased him casually, and then he didn't bring it up again, and asked again: "Your car accident, what an accident? No one did anything, right?"

"You have such a rich imagination, so forget about being a screenwriter," Ji Zizheng said helplessly, "I really just drank a little wine and got over it. If someone really did it, how could it be possible to suffer such a little injury?"

"Now you have a good drink, not only your driver's license has been revoked, but people almost turned their heads." Su Ting took an apple from the fruit basket and gnawed it. Crazy in a car accident, blowing ten bottles of vodka with Moutai, right?"

"I didn't drink much." Ji Zizheng squeezed Su Ting's hamster-like cheeks, "You really enjoyed eating, dare you not buy this fruit basket for me, but bring yourself to eat?"

"Hey, you don't need this one. I'll fill my stomach. I'm starving to death." Su Ting spread his hands, "Actually, I'm too lazy to carry it. It's so stupid to carry such a broken thing. That girl Xiaoye insists on seeing patients." You can’t be empty-handed, I said you’re not a big fat boy, you can’t bring a basket of red eggs, and she beat me, so I just hurried downstairs and bought a fruit basket.”

Ji Zizheng said: "Thank you, you have been urged three times and four times before you are willing to come and have a look at me. You don't even know how to burn incense sticks when I die, do you?"

"How can that be?" Su Ting refuted him righteously, "I was frightened to death when I heard you say that there was a car accident, and I got out of the garage without saying a word and wanted to rush over. Later, you said that you were not seriously injured. What happened to the company? I really couldn't let go, so I didn't come here in a hurry. You see, I came here hungry, ouch, I miss you so much."

"Okay, I don't care about you," Ji Zizheng said, "Did Fang Yuqin get it done?"

"It's almost there. The public opinion on the Internet has calmed down," Su Ting said, "but it's hard to say how serious the impact on her personal image will be."

Ji Zizheng pondered.

Su Ting said: "Hey, you know the situation in Chang'an. Our business is in film and television. It's professional. It's just that the public relations ability is too poor. It can't compare with other serious entertainment companies. Hey, their twists and turns I don’t know how many years I’ve been playing this routine, how can those stunned youths in our artist department who haven’t graduated yet be able to bear it, and when it’s time to fight, they can only rely on me as a single seedling.”

"Yes, for your credit, Lao Nie should give you the year-end bonus," Ji Zizheng smiled, and asked again, "Is Qi Siyan talking about this?"

Su Ting said: "That's not true. During the meeting, you can vigorously exaggerate and underestimate. The meaning behind the words is not to let Lao Nie cut off the artist business, but also to say in a high-sounding way that the company can focus on improving the quality of the works. , put all your energy into content creation, and avoid delaying the personal development of the artists. I really hate his second uncle and grandma. Listen to what this grandson said. It’s so annoying. I’m busy before I finish grinding. kill the donkey."

"Old Nie will definitely not give up the brokerage business," Ji Zizheng said, "He is reluctant to cut off such a big piece of meat."

"Well, I think so too, so you can take care of your arms and legs now," Su Ting said, "I'll keep an eye on anything."

"Hey, it's hard for you," Ji Zizheng smiled, "Did you delay your appointment?"

"Don't delay, it turns out that I just got tired of playing, and I don't have a new goal yet," Su Ting said, "These parties are not interesting these days, I plan to find our young actor Deng to make do with it for a few days."

Ji Zizheng sneered: "You and Deng Yuanze really have a deep friendship, a sisterhood cultivated by applying a mask, shaving your legs and manicuring your nails, right?"

"I'm happy, whatever I like," Su Ting gave him a sideways wink, "Who do you think is like you, except for sexual orientation, everything is like a straight man."

Ji Zizheng said: "Forget it, if I am assimilated into a little bitch by you, I don't have to go straight back, just break it and pull me down."

Su Ting scoffed at him.

Ji Zizheng said again: "Then when you go back to have sex with Deng Yuanze, by the way, ask him if he would like to play the male third in my new movie."

"New film?" Su Ting asked, "Which one?"

Ji Zizheng: "Ghost movies."

Su Ting: ""Puppet Show"? Isn't the third male in "Puppet Show" a ghost?"

Ji Zizheng: "Ah, the one crawling on the ground with two heads."

Su Ting: "You can really do it. What is Deng Yuanze's current status? You asked him to play the male third, and he is still such a wonderful male third. Don't say whether he is willing to act or not, just his salary. Are you not afraid of exceeding the budget? ?”

Ji Zizheng: "So why don't I come to you, an agent, to help me find a price?"

Su Ting: "Help me, you treat it like cabbage and bargain the price. This guy is so picky, he doesn't treat money as money, he treats it like a son, I dare to deduct his salary, can you feel sorry for my waist?"

Ji Zizheng: "...if you didn't say this with an expectant YD expression, I'd believe it."