After marrying the richest husband

After all, Sang Qiao is not a complete rookie, and he knows that whether it is Fang Yuzhou or Zhuang Hui, he is definitely the one that the program group decides to give up after weighing.

Alas, maybe there is no trade-off.

The momentum of this variety show is just right recently. If the program team takes this opportunity to make a statement, it will not only win the favor of the audience, but also promote it for free.

For such a cheap thing, whoever does not sleep is a fool.

Sang Qiao's mentality is very stable, ready to go back tonight to pack up and pack up, ready to restart his career as a cannon fodder and part-time paid celebrity chasing.

But the other side.

The program group is also balding.

It took only a few hours from breaking the news to being the first in the top search, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that someone was trying to get Sangqiao behind.

but!

Although Sang Qiao has never mentioned his background relationship in his daily life, some people in the program group still remember that when the trainees first moved into the dormitory, a person who claimed to be a housekeeper directly led the team to drive Sang Qiao's family car away. The luggage was packed and delivered.

The program team also secretly checked later, and the RV alone cost 600 million US dollars.

However, the content of Sangqiao's information could not be more simple, and there is no trace of wealthy background at all.

Time began to slowly move towards the peak hours of surfing the Internet, and the pressure of public opinion on various platforms such as Weibo was increasing, frenziedly swiping comments and demanding the official blog of the program to give an explanation.

The program group had to hold an emergency public relations meeting.

Then I found Sangqiao.

The person who was pushed out to block the gun was the planning assistant of the program group.

Very young, looks like he just graduated.

Sang Qiao was about to send Yi Chu away, but before he succeeded, he saw someone coming from the direction of the elevator.

Yi Chu clicked his tongue: "Look, I said I'm coming? This is it."

Sang Qiao: "..."

To be honest, he felt that Yi Chu must have been reincarnated by a BB machine in his previous life.

The planning assistant is a little girl. Before coming here, she had already read the CP certificates of Sang Qiao and Fang Yuzhou, Sang Qiao and Zhuang Hui on Weibo. Obviously, she did not expect to meet Sang Qiao and Yi Chu together again when she came here. She collapsed for several seconds: "Sang Qiao, do you know Yi Chu?"

Sang Qiao immediately said: "I don't know!"

Yi Chu: "???"

Planning Assistant: "..."

The planning assistant murmured for a long time whether there would be any relationship between Sang Qiao and Yi Chu, but because the chief planner had repeatedly ordered him to explain clearly to Sang Qiao before he came, he could only bite the bullet and say: "That... Sang Qiao, do you know what happened on Weibo?"

Sang Qiao smiled: "I know. Are you here to ask me to quit the show?"

Planning Assistant: "..."

Most young people nowadays have their own tempers. Before coming, the planning assistant had already prepared for the worst, and at worst, he would be scolded bloody.

However, Sang Qiao's reaction was much better than she had imagined, so good that the planning assistant was a little embarrassed.

After a pause of two seconds, the planning assistant said regretfully: "The public opinion on the Internet is now one-sided, and the program team is under a lot of pressure... So after we discuss, I want you to suspend the recording of a program, wait for the limelight to pass, and then think about other ways , do you think this is okay?"

Sang Qiao was very surprised: "Wow, didn't you let me retire? You are really good people!"

Yi Chu: "..."

Planning Assistant: "..."

If Sang Qiao's expression was not too sincere, she must have felt that this sentence was mocking.

Before Yi Chu had time to leave, he also listened to the alternative plans of the program group, turned his head and glanced at the planning assistant: "But the next recording will be a performance. You will be absent from the first performance. You are not only planning to cheat Sisangqiao, do you have to dig a hole so he can't call?"

Of course, the planning assistant also knew the consequences of not being able to attend the first performance.

But this is the program team's decision, and she can't speak.

Yi Chu has been in this circle for so many years, and he has long been familiar with the red-top-white approach, and glanced at Sangqiao: "If you want me to say, you might as well just quit the competition! Swell those people's faces. "

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao gave Yi Chu a disdainful look: "Go away, the company will pay me the labor fee for one game. If I quit the game, who will pay me?"

Yi Chu was startled: "Farewell? Are you short of money? You have no money and my brother..."

Realizing that he had almost made a mistake, Yi Chu closed his mouth in minutes: "Forget it, whatever you want, anyway, I see that the people in this program group have no brains. Don't say anything, I'm leaving."

Probably just really bored.

Yi Chu gave the planning assistant a meaningful look, raised his steps and dodged.

The brainless planning assistant: "..."

Although he is a newcomer who was pushed out to be scolded, the planning assistant has also accumulated a little sensitivity in the circle——

Especially the sentence that Yi Chu said just now and didn't continue.

The planning assistant looked at Yi Chu's back, and subconsciously gave Sang Qiao another two points of politeness: "Of course, the program team will also compensate you for the loss of work for the next issue, and it will be transferred to your account soon."

Sang Qiao was very moved: "Thank you, thank you. I don't know how much the lost wages are? When will it arrive?"

The planning assistant laughed; "The preliminary decision is 50. I will go back and ask the chief planner if it will increase specifically. It will be credited the day after tomorrow at the latest."

50 is not bad, no matter how small a fly is, it is still meat.

Sang Qiao was generally quite satisfied, and said goodbye to the planning assistant politely, and was about to enter the dormitory when he suddenly became excited again: "That's right!"

The planning assistant stopped: "Is there anything else?"

Sang Qiao frowned: "I want to ask, since I won't participate in the next program, can I not live in the dormitory for a few days?"

Planning assistant: "..." That is of course the best.

In fact, the planning assistant wanted to mention this just now, but he didn't have the nerve to say it.

If Sang Qiao still lives in the dormitory, it will inevitably appear in the camera, and it will be troublesome to edit the screen frame by frame in the later stage.

Now Sang Qiao proposed it on his own initiative.

The planning assistant immediately agreed tactfully: "Today's time is too late, let's talk about it tomorrow."

"There's no need for tomorrow."

Sang Qiao shook his head, "I have a place to live."

The planning assistant didn't force her, and helped Sangqiao get the phone back. After thinking for a while, she said, "Let's put the luggage in the dormitory first, maybe it will be used in the next episode of the show."

Maybe it won't be needed anymore.

Sang Qiao didn't finish the next sentence, stuck out his tongue, and took the phone over; "Thank you, I'm leaving then? Remember to call me for lost wages."

Planning Assistant: "...Okay, definitely."

The night wind is cool.

Sang Qiao went straight out of the training building and didn't go back to the dormitory, so he couldn't add an extra piece of clothing.

Standing on the side of the road shivering while taking a taxi, when I got into the car, the tip of my nose was red from the cold.

The taxi drove all the way to the General Hospital.

Sang Qiao searched for a long time, and called Raven again, before finding the ward where Fu Xingzhou was.

It's not in the inpatient department, but in a separate small red brick western-style building behind the general hospital, which looks like a very high-end place.

The security guards at the gate of the small courtyard and the guards at the gate of the room are armed with live ammunition, all of them are 1.8 meters away, and their eyes are without exception.

Sang Qiao: "..."

About 10 minute passed.

Raven went downstairs, took Sang Qiao to take the elevator upstairs, and said gently: "Did Master Chu scare you again? Don't worry too much, the boss's minor operation was very successful, and the anesthetic has just woken up."

Sang Qiao thought about it all the way and didn't figure out that a bowl of chicken soup made Fu Xingzhou into appendicitis. He followed Raven and said, "Oh..."

Raven stopped and let the door open: "Mr. Sang, you can go in."

Sang Qiao: "..."

The door of the ward opened a small gap, and the warm yellow light leaked out from the gap, printing a small shadow on the marble floor outside the door.

Raven had other things to do, so he left after delivering Sangqiao.

Sang Qiao was the only one left in the long corridor.

Sang Qiao hesitated and stood there for a while, then sneaked up to the crack of the door, and looked in through the crack of the door like a thief.

As far as the eye can see is the pure wooden primary color floor, a rectangular mahogany dining table that can accommodate more than a dozen people, and the dining chairs are placed neatly.

Further away is a spacious leather sofa...

Just no beds.

When Raven came here just now, Sang Qiao took a closer look and found that there was only one ward on this floor.

The others are either audio-visual rooms, lounges, or even a meeting room.

Sang Qiao pushed open the door of the ward, walked in on the wooden floor, walked around the dining table and the living room, only to find that the presidential suite also had its own kitchen and bathroom.

There is also a large round bathtub in the bathroom that can hold ten of them.

Sang Qiao: "..."

Want to hate the rich for a second.

Really.

Just one second.

There is also a huge sun room between the bedroom and the living room, which is connected to the flower hall at the other end.

Sang Qiao walked over from the sun room, stood at the door of the bedroom, rubbed his hands together, and then carefully pushed the door open a crack.

Before he looked through the crack of the door.

The person inside has already opened his mouth: "Come in."

Sang Qiao got in desperately.

The decoration in the room is different from the gray and white of general wards, the walls are pale pink, and the interior furniture arrangement is obviously specially designed.

From the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can overlook the brightly lit moat.

Fu Xingzhou leaned against the head of the bed, wearing loose home clothes.

Seeing that the person who came in was Sang Qiao, he seemed a little surprised: "Is it disturbing you?"

Sang Qiao shook his head, and walked to Fu Xingzhou's bed in a dejected manner.

Originally, he wanted to sit down on the side of his bed casually, but just halfway through sitting down, he felt that his body seemed unhygienic.

So he turned around and touched a small chair not far away.

Perhaps it was because of the surgery he had just had, Fu Xingzhou's complexion was a little pale, and there was a faint cyan under his eyes.

But the spirit looks good.

There is an ebony pendulum clock that looks old in a diagonal position in the room.

Fu Xingzhou looked at the time and frowned: "It's so late, who told you I'm in the hospital?"

Sang Qiao was even more sad.

He raised his face from the pony, and asked with a sad face: "Fu Xingzhou, does the operation hurt?"

Fu Xingzhou didn't expect Sang Qiao to ask this, so he was stunned for a moment.

Actually it hurts a bit.

Especially during this period of time, just after the anesthetic was over, the pain from the wound was faintly felt.

Fu Xingzhou lowered his eyes and looked in the direction of Sangqiao.

Obviously there were folding chairs and reclining chairs for the nurse in the room, but he didn't know where to find a small horse.

His thin body was huddled into a small ball on the ponytail, and he looked even more sad than himself as a patient.

Fu Xingzhou shook his head towards Sangqiao: "It doesn't hurt."

Sang Qiao secretly glanced at the position of Fu Xingzhou's appendix, not sure if he was aiming at the right place, so he sniffed with heartache, and said in a muffled voice, "I'm sorry."

Fu Xingzhou noticed Sang Qiao's gaze: "I'm sorry for what?"

Sang Qiao moved the pony to the side of Fu Xingzhou's bed, and said in a low voice, "I shouldn't have made you drink the chicken soup from Grandma Li, I'm sorry."

Fu Xingzhou: "So?"

Sang Qiao blinked blankly: "Huh?"

Perhaps it was because the night was getting late, and the room was extraordinarily quiet.

Fu Xingzhou's voice was surprisingly gentle, and he said slowly: "You said I'm sorry, I would have thought you wanted to make it up to me."

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao lowered his head, twisted his fingers for a while, and said with great reluctance: "Then... I'll pay for your medical expenses, and I'll also buy you fruits, sea cucumbers to cook for you, and other supplements..."

Fu Xingzhou: "..."

Fu Xingzhou didn't speak.

Sang Qiao secretly glanced at Fu Xingzhou several times, but couldn't tell whether he was satisfied or dissatisfied, swallowed his saliva again, and said slowly: "I still have a little savings... I can spend it for you... "

Fu Xingzhou finally calmed down a little, and his face sank again.

He stared at Sang Qiao for a while: "My appendix, in your opinion, can be measured by money?"

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao: "???"

No, can't you?

Is it because you are the president of Fu's that your appendix has more functions than others?

Can your appendix still pay your employees? !

Sang Qiao, who was a little angry and a little bit guilty, didn't dare to talk back.

He quietly reached out and touched an orange from the fruit basket next to Fu Xingzhou's hospital bed, trying to peel it off and bribe Fu Xingzhou——

After peeling it in half, I found that Fu Xingzhou should not be able to eat oranges.

So Sang Qiao could only stuff a few orange petals into his mouth, chew it, and found that it was quite delicious.

Fu Xingzhou looked down at Sangqiao's movements.

Looking at it from his angle, he could just see Sang Qiao's bulging cheeks and the little hair curl on top of his head.

An undetectable smile flashed across Fu Xingzhou's eyes, and he said slowly: "I have been working late during this period of recuperation, and Fu's many cooperation projects have to be suspended during this period."

"During the period, Fu's loss, the partner's loss, and the employees of Fu's companies."

"Sang Qiao, how much money do you have, how much do you want to pay me?"

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao, who was peeling and eating the remaining orange petals, paused, his eyes widened round and round.

Dying.

It turns out that the appendix of the domineering president really pays wages, or the kind that pays a lot of wages...

It's just a second away.

Sang Qiao found that the oranges in his mouth had turned sour.