After marrying the richest husband

Gao Ming retired very low-key, like an insignificant speck of dust falling into the lake, leaving no waves.

He only had two or three shots in the first episode of the show, not even enough to attract the audience's attention, and he came and went without a sound.

Sang Qiao and Jiang Kai lay in the dormitory where only the two of them were left gossiping all night. Before they went to bed, they couldn't figure out who Gao Ming's retirement had offended.

If there was any impact, Gao Ming's sudden retirement only affected Class F.

As the time for the recording of the second episode of the program got closer and closer, the formation that Class F had originally lined up had to be rehearsed because of the lack of one person.

Sang Qiao, as the class c and class f squad leader who had been kicked out, had to stay up all night for several nights to help everyone in class f reorganize the training formation.

Then I took a few students who really didn't have the talent for dancing to carefully follow the dance moves.

The big boys at this age are always surprisingly strong in winning and losing and have strong self-esteem. In addition, everyone in Class F feels that Sangqiao's own level is only better than others, not much better than others.

In short.

After a few days of practice, more and more people in Class F were dissatisfied and provoked Sang Qiao.

However, Sang Qiao has always been self-centered, and he never expected to make a name for himself in this show.

After a few times, he took the initiative to change the c-position gleefully, and stood at the far end of the team as if watching the excitement, watching other trainees tit for tat for the c-position.

It's a pleasure to eat melon.

until the next class.

When Zhuang Hui came to the training room again, he found that Sang Qiao, who was originally in the c position, retracted to his original position at the far end.

The entire team of Class F is like a mess, without any rules.

Zhuang Hui grew up in front of the stage with his family since he was a child, and his attitude towards the stage was so serious that he became angry immediately in class F: "Where is the c position I ordered before?"

Sang Qiao paddled happily, pretending to be dead and innocent.

Until being pushed in front of Zhuang Hui, she still looked weak, pitiful and helpless: "Mr. Zhuang, I can't jump in the c position, I'm dirty."

Zhuang Hui has officially debuted for 12 years this year, and will be celebrating his 27th birthday next month.

It may be because he was born in an opera family, and the family has an orthodox Guozihao background, and his roots are just young.

Zhuang Hui has a kind of rigor that is different from other artists.

Especially facing Sang Qiao's joking attitude, this kind of strictness is even more prominent.

Zhuang Hui's expression was so serious that Sang Qiao stood up alone: ​​"Since you are so afraid of going on stage, why don't you take part in the show and just withdraw from the competition."

Sang Qiao shook his head like a rattle, and said very seriously: "No, no, Mr. Zhuang, the money will be calculated on schedule during the show."

Zhuang Hui: "..."

If it weren't for Sang Qiao's dance ability and appearance, he would be too outstanding in class f.

Zhuang Hui really wanted to switch him to the far side.

It happened that two days later was the day to record the second episode of the program.

When this happened, Zhuang Hui had to work overtime, spending two nights in the training room with Class F.

I practiced until one o'clock in the morning on the first day of recording.

Only then did he show mercy and let all the trainees in class f go back to rest.

Sang Qiao's body was not very good when he came out of the mother's womb. When he was a child, he had a lot of colds, but he couldn't tell anything else.

But as I grow up, maybe the nutrition in my childhood has not kept up, or maybe it's because of too many illnesses.

Anyway, over the years, Sangqiao's sleep quality has been getting worse and worse, and he has been suffering from minor physical problems, but he is young and nothing serious has happened.

From the beginning of training to the arrival of Zhuang Hui, we trained for two consecutive days.

Sleeping for more than three hours over four days, Sang Qiao finally adjusted his biological clock and changed it completely.

In the early morning hours when the other trainees went back to sleep, his spirits were high.

I can even feel my temples twitching, like performing ballet dance with passion.

Sang Qiao happily ordered a cup of fresh taro dirty dirty tea in the training room, sat on the dance pole and took two pills with the milk tea, then serenely raised his jio, and took a delicious bite of the taro balls in the milk tea.

Ten minutes passed.

Zhuang Hui, who had to go back to the training room because he forgot to bring something, saw Sang Qiao sitting on the yoga mat while drinking milk tea and doing splits.

Zhuang Hui: "..."

Zhuang Hui walked up to Sang Qiao, lowered his head, holding back his anger: "Sang Qiao, what are you doing?"

Sang Qiao gulped down the milk tea in his mouth, raised his face, paused for a second, and said quickly, "Just... I'll show you a split on the spot?"

Zhuang Hui: "..."

Zhuang Hui frowned: "Although I am not the main creator, as a trainee, not drinking milk tea should be your basic quality."

Sang Qiao can tell nonsense with his eyes open: "Mr. Zhuang, you are wrong, this is not milk tea."

Zhuang Hui was expressionless: "Trainees should not be able to order takeaway."

Sang Qiao: "..."

Gan.

So the first floor is good for this, and you can make y transactions with the delivery boy through the window.

Zhuang Hui was taller than Sang Qiao, with a slender figure, especially at this time when he had just returned to the nanny's car and changed into his private clothes, which was different from when he was on camera on the show.

A pair of thin-rimmed glasses framed on his well-shaped nose.

It seems that because he kept his head down for a long time, Zhuang Hui adjusted his glasses and said to Sang Qiao, "Since you don't want to go back to sleep, then get up and dance twice."

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao hugged the milk tea and shook his head firmly: "Teacher, my legs are numb! I can't stand up, you should go first."

Zhuang Hui stood still and stretched out his hand: "I'll pull you."

Sang Qiao: "..."

In fact, Sang Qiao just lied casually, but he didn't expect Zhuang Hui to be so serious.

The two stalemate for a few seconds.

Sang Qiao pursed her lips, and passed her hand in a bad way, planning to use Zhuang Hui's hand to trick him when she got up——

Zhuang Hui's hand was very warm, but Sang Qiao's was not warm at all.

Two hands touch.

As soon as Sang Qiao's split left leg was on the ground, his expression suddenly changed.

Damn it, my feet are really numb!

Sang Qiao was unprepared and shook violently twice.

The milk tea in his hand tilted forward following his movements——

A good cup of fresh taro dirty tea was poured into Sangqiao's mouth in a few sips, and most of the cup was dedicated to Zhuang Hui's peacock blue shirt.

Zhuang Hui: "..."

Sang Qiao: "..."

To be honest, Sang Qiao just wanted to drag Zhuang Hui down.

I really didn't want to splash him with milk tea that I wasn't willing to drink a few sips.

Sang Qiao was already hungry.

At this moment, smelling the milk tea smell on the person across the way, I feel that Zhuang Hui has become beautiful and delicious.

The hungry Sang Qiao sniffed, and took a quick look at the few pieces of fresh taro left in his cup with some sadness.

Then he took a step back honestly, and said sadly: "I'm sorry, teacher, I will pay for your clothes."

Zhuang Hui has always liked the shirt he was wearing, but now that Sang Qiao has apologized first, it seems that he is too much to care about.

Zhuang Hui glanced at Sang Qiao who was standing in front of him with his head bowed.

The dazzling light in the training room did not see through his thick eyelashes, casting a small fan-like shadow at the end of his flickering eyes.

It looked a little pitiful and a little wronged.

Zhuang Hui's voice was a little helpless: "This is a new product that will be released in the Paris autumn fashion show. The brand gave it to me in advance. Where are you going to pay me?"

Sang Qiao had no concept of luxury goods, raised his head, and hiccupped blankly: "Huh?"

Zhuang Hui: "..."

In the light and shadow of the training room, those eyes like black pearls only reflected his own figure.

Zhuang Hui paused for a few seconds, and said, "Don't you still have to rely on the program team to provide you with food, housing and salary every month, do you have extra money?"

Sang Qiao hasn't had a good night's sleep these past few days, and the position where the silkworm was originally lying was almost completely covered by dark circles.

He looked at Zhuang Hui tentatively, and said in a low voice: "Mr. Zhuang, if I can't pay for your clothes, will you be very angry?"

Zhuang Hui said, "What do you think?"

Sang Qiao thought for a while, and continued to guess: "I think you are a very generous person. Your fans and friends say that you are very gentle, gentle, gentle, and well-mannered."

Zhuang Hui became angry: "Sang Qiao, are you paving the way for yourself?"

Sang Qiao's eyeballs rolled around twice, and he stretched out his hand to take off his coat: "Teacher, I'll put this on for you first, and you take off the wet one."

There are not many shots during the evening practice, and everyone wears their own clothes.

The sportswear on Sang Qiao was of no brand, and it was not new clothes. It was a size too small for Zhuang Hui.

But it may be because Sang Qiao's eyes are too sincere, or it may be because the milk tea stains on his body are too sticky.

After hesitating for a moment, Zhuang Hui took off his shirt and put Sang Qiao's clothes on casually.

It's a little tight, Zhuang Hui didn't fasten the zipper.

Sang Qiao wrote down the brand and model of Zhuang Hui's clothes, and found a bag to pack them in for him, and said eagerly, "Mr. Zhuang, I will try my best to pay for your clothes."

Zhuang Hui opened his mouth, wanting to say forget it, but didn't say it.

He took the bag from Sang Qiao's hand and touched Sang Qiao's fingertips again.

Still cold.

Young people of this age are often full of energy and blood, and it is rare to see such a chilly body temperature as Sang Qiao.

Zhuang Hui paused for a moment: "It's getting late, we have to record a show tomorrow, go back to sleep."

Sang Qiao, who was super polite, super dog-legged and super upright, said to Zhuang Hui: "Okay, thank you teacher, good night, Teacher Zhuang."

Zhuang Hui: "..."

Before he could say goodnight, Sang Qiao had already disappeared.

The recording of the second episode of the program went smoothly.

On the second day after the recording, all the trainees ushered in a one-day vacation.

After being locked up in the program building for two weeks, on the night before the rest, the whole dormitory, from class a to class f, echoed with the breath of serfs turning over and singing.

Xu Qiran called Sangqiao during the game, and asked, "How are you doing? Can you sleep?"

Sang Qiao would not tell Xu Qiran that he hadn't slept more than three hours for almost a week, shaking his legs and said: "Nonsense, I eat well and sleep well, so it's nourishing."

Xu Qiran didn't trust Sang Qiao at all, and couldn't explain it clearly, so he changed the subject: "By the way, you've been very popular these days, so be careful not to lose track of the topic during the show."

Sang Qiao shook his head: "Is there still enthusiasm for my performance?"

Xu Qiran said: "Apart from Fang Yuzhou and Jiang Tong from Class A, you are the most popular among the trainees."

Sang Qiao: "Tsk, I admire myself."

Xu Qiran: "...don't look at the words in the fan circle, the company has sent you an additional performance, and it has already registered you."

Sang Qiao is full of confidence in the future: "Thank you all kinds of TV, I will try my best to stay in the safe zone for a few more rounds."

Xu Qiran: "..."

Xu Qiran: "Take a day off tomorrow, and I'll take you to see Dr. Luan."

Sang Qiao said decisively: "If you don't go, you will be kicked out by him again. If you don't go, you won't go!"

Xu Qiran sighed: "Sang Qiao, your condition is not right...you are too excited."

Sang Qiao was silent for a few seconds on the other side of the phone, and his tone changed again: "Excitement is not good, this kind of program just needs to be a little more exciting, and the filming effect is good."

Xu Qiran: "..."

The two have been working together for more than two years, but Xu Qiran can't hold back Sang Qiao at all.

Finally compromised again: "Is your medicine enough? Tomorrow I will go to your house to cook you some food. What do you want?"

"Don't eat."

Sang Qiao yawned lazily, "I won't go home tomorrow, Brother Ran, you should go to bed early. Worry every day, be careful of baldness."

Xu Qiran: "!!!"

Xu Qiran: "???"

This little bunny!

Just piss him off! !

Put down the phone.

Sang Qiao went back to the dormitory and sat for a while before feeling his own medicine bottle belatedly.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, he froze.

His pill bottle happened to be snug in his pocket that day.

As a result, the dress where the pocket was——

Sang Qiao froze, and stood up straight from the chair stiffly, startling Jiang Kai who was lying on the other bed.

Jiang Kai poked his head out: "Qiao, what's wrong with you?"

Sang Qiao panicked for a few seconds, forced himself to calm down, and gripped the phone like a drowning person grabbing the last piece of driftwood: "It's okay... I have cramps."

Jiang Kai: "...Then you smoke scary enough, are you okay?"

Sang Qiao forced a smile: "It's okay, I'll go out for a while."

There was silence in the corridor.

Sang Qiao searched around the training room on the first floor, but returned to the dormitory without finding anything.

He covered himself under the quilt, found the phone, found a number, and sent the text message after a while.

The next day was bad weather.

It rained early in the morning.

Light rain rolled out one by one from the thick smoggy clouds, and dripped down the asphalt road along the eaves.

Indescribably cramped.

Sang Qiao, who has no medicine to eat, is in a particularly bad mood, and he has to contact Zhuang Hui without asking for it.

When he came out of the training building in the morning, his whole body was covered with mourning.

He casually wore a black windbreaker, and when the autumn wind blew, the windbreaker stuck to his body, making him look extraordinarily thin.

Sang Qiao pulled up the hood that came with the windbreaker casually, walked into the subway with his head down, got off the last station of the subway, and changed to the bus line going to the suburbs.

I got off the bus and took a taxi, and sat for more than two hours.

Finally, it stopped in front of a building.

The tall and straight phoenix tree wraps the white building inside airtightly, and a wall completely separates the inside and the outside.

The uncle driver said in an authentic Beijing way: "Handsome guy, what are you doing here?"

Sang Qiao was carefully observing the row of power grids on the high wall, and opened his mouth and said, "Come to work."

The driver's tone immediately showed some sympathy: "Handsome guy, you have to be careful at work in the future, this mental hospital is run by a private person. Do you know what a private person is?"

Sang Qiao rubbed her eyes innocently: "What's the matter with the private ones?"

The driver uncle patted Sang Qiao on the shoulder: "Brother, I will tell you that the patients here are very crazy. They killed people a few years ago, and no one is willing to come here to do it now!"

Sang Qiao had a sincere expression and acted hard: "So scary?!"

The driver wiped his hands: "That's not true! Besides, I heard that some patients here were fine when they were first sent in, but they got sick after being locked up for a long time! Rich people do evil!"

Sang Qiao: "Wow!"

After half an hour, the driver uncle just finished gossiping.

I guess it was a special enjoyment of gossip, and even gave Sangqiao a half discount on the fare.

Sang Qiao happily paid the fare.

When I got out of the car, I seemed to think of something again. I opened the door and turned back, and smiled sweetly at the driver: "Actually, uncle, I didn't come here to work, I came here to be hospitalized."

driver:"……"

When Sang Qiao turned his head again, the taxi had stepped on the accelerator and disappeared from his sight.

Sang Qiao whistled in an extremely rascally manner, and walked to the entrance of the hospital stepping on the cobblestone road.

Oh no.

It should be the entrance of the mental hospital.

The security guard at the gate was armed with a gun and was wearing a uniform. He seemed to know Sang Qiao, and when he saw him coming, he opened the iron gate for him.

There is also a circle of electric wires wrapped around the iron gate.

Sang Qiao entered through the door, walked familiarly through the crowds in the courtyard, turned a deaf ear to all kinds of screams and laughter, and went straight to the deepest ward on the fifth floor.

When I was about to enter the door, I happened to meet the head nurse.

The head nurse nodded to Sang Qiao: "Your mother is awake now, you can go in."

Sang Qiao pushed the door open and walked in carelessly.

Sitting on the hospital bed was a thin woman with gray hair hanging down, eyes looking straight in one direction, looking dark and weird.

Her face is well-lined, and if you look closely, there are faint traces of her youthful beauty.

Sang Qiao sat down on the sofa opposite the bed, and casually picked up an apple on the table.

As soon as she took the first bite, the woman's gaze suddenly turned to Sang Qiao.

Sang Qiao took a bite of the apple, shook it in front of the woman again, and said with a smile: "You didn't give it to me when you were young, so you can't stop it now?"

The woman stared straight at Sang Qiao for an unknown amount of time, then suddenly started screaming.

While screaming, she jumped off the bed, frantically picked up everything she could touch and threw it at Sang Qiao.

There are usually no sharp objects in the patient's room.

It's just that when the fruit basket was thrown over, the sharp corners of the bamboo basket still drew a few bloodstains on Sangqiao's body.

Sang Qiao's skin was thin, and blood spots soon ooze from the scratches.

It doesn't look good.

The woman's scream quickly attracted doctors and nurses.

They pressed the woman back on the bed, and after two injections calmed down, the woman closed her eyes with a steady breathing.

Sang Qiao took the last bite of the apple, and then put the core on the table.

He snapped his fingers and said to the doctor: "When my mother wakes up at night, she must tell her for me that I gnawed on it, and she will be mad at her."

doctor:"……"

The head nurse brought some gauze for Sang Qiao: "Mr. Sang, your father will not be happy if you say that."

Sang Qiao shrugged innocently: "Why don't my dad die of anger too?"

Head nurse: "..."

The head nurse was speechless, and could only say, "Are you leaving now? You only have one visitation right per month, and it will be next month when you come again."

Sang Qiao put on his coat and covered his scratched hands in the coat: "Let's go! Thank you pretty sister and brother for taking care of my mother."

The attending doctor was just about to go downstairs to make an inspection, so he walked up the stairs with Sang Qiao.

Go to the door of the building.

Sang Qiao stopped in his tracks: "Doctor, can I ask you something?"

The doctor took the stethoscope off the ear: "Say."

Sang Qiao scratched his ears, and asked sincerely: "I read it on Baidu, and mental illness is often easily inherited, is that so?"

The doctor looked at Sangqiao from the beginning to the end: "There is indeed a family history of mental illness, but your current state looks healthy, and not all mental illnesses are inherited, so you can relax."

Sang Qiao was very grateful and took the doctor's hand: "You are such a good man!"

Doctor: "...Thank you."

At noon, the light rain that had started in the morning not only did not show any tendency to stop, but also showed signs of getting bigger and bigger.

Sang Qiao drove to Dr. Luan's place in a car, and only Dr. Luan's assistant greeted him.

The assistant is very dedicated and dedicated.

Not only helped Sangqiao prepare the medicine, but also helped the doctor to bring the message to Sangqiao: "Mr. Sang, Dr. Luan said that if you still don't cooperate with the treatment, this medicine is the last time. I hope you go back and reflect on it."

Sang Qiao shook the medicine bottle in his hand: "He said the same thing last time."

Assistant: "...This time it's real."

Sang Qiao put the medicine bottle into his pocket and wiped away the crocodile's tears: "Oh, I'm so scared."

assistant:"……"

The assistant was so angry that he even forgot to take the umbrella for Sang Qiao, and turned around to report to Dr. Luan.

The rain is getting heavier.

Sangqiao, who didn’t have an umbrella, stopped the car for a long time. Sadly, he stood under the eaves on the corner of the street, ready to try to see if Master Didi was willing to take the order.

As a result, Master Didi was not found.

Fu Xingzhou's phone call came.

Sang Qiao's eyes lit up, he quickly picked up the phone, and yelled very crisply: "My husband!"

Fu Xingzhou: "..."

In the first second, Fu Xingzhou felt that the name Sang Qiao was a little too unreserved, in the second second he felt that it was a good name, and in the third second he finally reserved himself: "Yeah."

Fu Xingzhou coughed lightly: "Why don't you go home after the show is off for a day?"

Sang Qiao looked up at the rainy sky, curled his lips in a fake manner: "I'm getting drenched in the rain."

Fu Xingzhou frowned immediately: "Where are you?"

Sang Qiao quickly reported the address, and said with bright eyes: "Honey, I'm so miserable, I'm soaked through. I want to buy a new shirt that is more expensive, and I want a peacock blue one, is that okay? "

The author has something to say: Fu Xingzhou: My wife called me because she wanted to use my money to buy shirts for other men.

Fu Xingzhou: Try to smile.

Fu Xingzhou: I can't laugh.

Fu Xingzhou: He drew his sword in anger.

Zhuang Hui: Oh.