After marrying the richest husband

The original plan to discuss a new job with Xu Qiran fell through.

Before dawn the next day, Sang Qiao received a call from director Shao Ming, politely asking him if he could go back to the program group to resume work today.

Sang Qiao recorded two episodes of the program, except for a few face-to-face meetings with Shao Ming, he never said a word.

Now that the chief director of the family called him personally, it was probably because of Fu Xingzhou's intention.

As a low-level person in the entertainment industry who pays a salary for a period of time and never thinks too much money.

Sang Qiao never took Joe on money issues, and heartily patted his chest with the director to promise that he would go to the canteen of the program building to have breakfast now, and strive to continue to be the first person to eat and eat the most every day in the future .

Shao Ming: "..."

Apart from directing the program, he rarely interacts with the trainees.

It is probably the first time for Shao Ming to see an artist with Sang Qiao's style of painting. Hearing this, he was stunned for a while, and then laughed softly: "Sang Qiao, you are really interesting. It is not unreasonable for Mr. Fu to value you."

Sang Qiao: "???"

Isn't that necessary?

He is a bully on the street, bah, little bully Sang Qiao is Hua Jianhua driving a car, and Fu Xingzhou has a flat tire when he sees it.

Although he brazenly gave himself two pieces of gold, Sang Qiao was still afraid that he would drag down Fu Xingzhou's superior innocence, so he hurriedly said: "Director, don't get me wrong, Director Fu just sees me as pitiful, I'm a little transparent, he values ​​me Why, right?"

Shao Ming seemed to be busy there, so he didn't continue to answer Sang Qiao's words, and hung up the phone quickly after saying goodbye.

Sang Qiao: "..."

No, do you believe it or not?

But you should still believe it.

Who could be so open-minded to connect Fu Xingzhou with himself, harm!

Sang Qiao, who regained his job from unemployment, rolled over in bed excitedly, turned himself over again, and looked out from the gap in the curtain at the still gray sky.

Lie upright for ten minutes.

Sangqiao, who couldn't sleep anymore, got up a carp, and went to make a fuss with Xu Qiran in his slippers.

Poor Xu Qiran hadn't slept soundly in the quilt when he was woken up by a soft pillow.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Sangqiao wearing bright yellow Pikachu pajamas bouncing around in front of his eyes.

Xu Qiran: "..."

Sometimes he was really confused about where Fu Xingzhou was after Sangqiao.

Xu Qiran threw the pillow back to Sangqiao, got up angrily, and was ready to beat up Sangqiao with his bare feet.

He stepped forward in three steps, skillfully grabbed Sangqiao's neck, and was just about to commit violence——

Then he saw the wounds exposed on Sang Qiao's two arms that bravely resisted the oppression.

Some of them are old wounds, and the marks are deep and shallow, big and small.

Others were fresh wounds, scabs that had just formed, very ugly shapes.

It had already entered autumn in Beicheng, and those short-sleeved clothes in summer would take a whole year to wear, which happened to be able to cover up these traces tightly.

But Sangqiao was unlucky today.

Not only did he come out early in the morning to make troubles, but he also wore a loose Pikachu cotton pajamas.

With one arm raised, the sleeves are down.

Xu Qiran's expression changed immediately, and he grabbed Sang Qiao's arm: "You're fighting with yourself again? Are you crazy?!"

Sang Qiao was also stunned, and the second he realized it, he hurriedly pulled his arm.

After tugging for a long time, I found that I couldn't get it out, so I had to give up the last resistance: "Fart, look, it's all old wounds!"

Xu Qiran was almost laughed out of anger, and pressed his hand directly on the most obvious blood scab on Sangqiao's arm: "Sangqiao, do you think I'm blind?!"

Sang Qiao: "..."

The sound was so loud early in the morning that it shook Sang Qiao immediately.

Sang Qiao pursed his lips, turned his eyes around twice, and raised his face with a smile: "No, no, I'm blind. I was looking for a paper knife to cut paper for fun. I'm not careful."

If it was the time when the two first met, Xu Qiran might still be deceived.

Yet now.

Xu Qiran sneered: "Sang Qiao, I think you don't want to work anymore. If I remember correctly, I brought you to Luan Yinan last time, and he said that if you show self-harm again, I will stop your work immediately." , take you to him to be hospitalized. Is this the case?"

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao shook his head with a rattle: "No way, it doesn't exist!"

Xu Qiran let go of his arm: "Sang Qiao, I will be your manager. From today onwards, I will announce that all your work will be suspended. Go to the hospital and come back when you wake up. Return to work, understand?"

Sang Qiao covered herself in her pajamas with lightning speed, and argued with her neck held high: "It's just an accident. My minor injury doesn't affect my work. I won't stop working."

Xu Qiran's chest ached from Sang Qiao's anger.

He took a deep breath: "Accidents?! Sang Qiao, don't you know how many such accidents you have had? You are not afraid, I am afraid! I am afraid that one day you will lose your mind and stab yourself a few inches down with the knife. It was chopped up, you know?!"

Sang Qiao: "..."

The room suddenly fell silent.

Xu Qiran really couldn't find any other words, but Sang Qiao, who was standing beside him, was thinking wisely.

I do not know how long it has been.

Sang Qiao sat down on the sofa in the house again, and said slowly: "Brother Ran, don't worry, I'm very awake."

Xu Qiran raised his head, and looked at Sangqiao again: "Tell me, what do you want me to worry about?"

Sang Qiao tilted his head, and said with a smile, "It's just because I have survived for so many years."

Xu Qiran: "..."

Sang Qiao looked serious and counted with Xu Qiran with his fingers: "Look, I haven't eaten white truffles, beluga caviar, or bluefin tuna..."

Xu Qiran was speechless: "Sangqiao, money is dead, you can earn it slowly, talent is the most fundamental..."

"no."

Sang Qiao interrupted Xu Qiran and shook his head, "Brother Ran, no."

Sang Qiao seemed to be a little dazed himself. After thinking for a while, he said uncertainly: "Actually, I don't seem to want to eat white truffles and tuna... But I seem to have believed since I was a child that as long as I have money, as long as I have a lot of With the money, I'll live a little better."

Sang Qiao shook his feet: "I don't know how to use money to live the life of the upper class, and I don't know much about the pastimes of the rich... But I see a lot of money in my wallet, I could feel that I was at least finally free from hunger."

It is also far away from the childhood that will never speak again.

"Anyway, I can't stop working, Brother Ran."

Sang Qiao leaned on the sofa with a sullen face, "If you stop my work, I will go back to the construction site to move bricks, and let the whole entertainment circle know that the artists you brought are moving bricks!"

Xu Qiran: "???"

Xu Qiran: "You little bastard, I should have stuffed you down the sewer! I can definitely live another 20 years!"

The depth of the wound cut by the paper knife is controllable, and the wound after healing is narrow.

If the recovery ability is better when you are young, all these traces will probably disappear by the beginning of next spring.

Sang Qiao was extremely uncooperative and was taken to Luan Yinan's clinic by Xu Qiran, where he was forced into the treatment room and yawned for 10 minutes.

then.

Then he saw Luan Yinan, who had just been dug out from the bed, was thrown into the treatment room by Xu Qiran with an unfriendly expression, and locked the door.

Sang Qiao: "..."

Luan Yinan: "..."

Sang Qiao listened to Luan Yinan's beeping beeping for four or ten minutes with blank eyes and full of torment.

He was thrown out again by Luan Yinan who couldn't bear it anymore.

Xu Qiran still had a conscience, so he gave each of Sang Qiao and Luan Yinan a pancake fruit.

When Sangqiao was obediently squatting in the corner to crack pancakes.

Xu Qiran seized the time: "Doctor Luan, what is the current situation of Sangqiao? Is there any effective plan?"

Luan Yinan accepted the pancake fruit unceremoniously: "The patient still does not cooperate with the treatment. I will not disclose the patient's condition personally. What I can tell you is that the situation is still manageable, at least not worse."

It's all like this, can it be worse?

Xu Qiran pushed the door from the outside to prevent the people inside from closing it: "Doctor Luan, have you seen the wound on Sang Qiao's arm? I told you just now."

Luan Yinan frowned and looked at his door: "Psychopaths have this tendency to some extent. This is an extreme way of decompression and fantasy."

Xu Qiran: "Is there a way to correct it?"

Luan Yinan smiled meaningfully: "Yes, actively adjust the patient's attention. Let him fall in love with other things with inner touch, for example, making love."

Xu Qiran: "..."

"I also occasionally check Weibo. If I'm not face-blind, your patient should be a starlet, right?"

Luan Yinan weighed the breakfast in his hand, "For the sake of breakfast, I'll give you another piece of advice. It's best not to live in front of the camera for this kind of patients. People talk right and wrong, and die early."

Xu Qiran: "..."

Xu Qiran has already started to think about whether to bring Sang Qiao to another doctor next time.

Seeing that Sang Qiao, who was squatting in the corner, had finished eating a pancake at the speed of a hamster.

Xu Qiran had no choice but to hold back the words he didn't ask, and said softly: "Dr. Luan, you know, I am Sangqiao's manager. If you have any new ideas about him during the treatment, please let me know .”

Luan Yinan shrugged: "I only communicate with the patient's family about the patient's situation. Mr. Xu, this is professional ethics."

Xu Qiran could only explain: "But he has no family members."

Luan Yinan didn't seem surprised either: "No family members? Then find a family member for yourself. People, especially people of their type, live in the world. If they have sustenance, they have hope. There is hope for a cure, understand?"

There is still a distance between Luan Yinan's clinic and the program team's office building.

Sang Qiao was tossed by Xu Qiran all morning. After getting in the car, he closed his eyes and pretended to be dead.

The morning rush hour has not yet arrived, and there are only a few red lights on the road.

Xu Qiran thought about Luan Yinan's words upside down, and then glanced at Sang Qiao who was asleep or not.

Suddenly, he felt that Luan Yinan might be right in saying something.

Only with sustenance can there be hope.

With hope, I want to live well.

Now Sangqiao's sustenance is money, but this sustenance is too cold.

If one day in the future, Sang Qiao gets ahead in this circle and earns a soft hand, and then finds that this sustenance can hardly make him happy——

Xu Qiran stepped on the brakes before the amber light turned red, and didn't dare to think about it any further.

The two soon arrived at the downstairs of the program group.

Li Yu is not here.

The director and the rest of the project team bowed to Sang Qiao.

Shao Ming spoke politely: "Sang Qiao, what happened before was due to the negligence of the program team's work. Now that Li Yu has been replaced, you can return to the program with peace of mind. We will definitely treat everyone equally."

Sang Qiao quickly shook hands with Shao Ming: "Director, please be polite, thank you very much. But I still seem to be late for breakfast, I'll just go to the training room, you can go back to work!"

The young man in front of him is obviously much easier to get along with than Fu Xingzhou, and he has no intention of continuing to be held accountable.

Shao Ming breathed a sigh of relief, and explained a few words to the other planners who came with him, and then led a group of people upstairs.

Only Xu Qiran and Sang Qiao were left standing downstairs.

Xu Qiran threw Sangqiao's bag to Sangqiao, with intention: "I came here to wait for you, probably because of Fu Xingzhou's intention."

Sang Qiao nimbly wrapped his shoulders on his back, and said to Xu Qiran, "Oh, my old swan, you have changed, you never gossip with me before."

Xu Qiran: "..."

Naturally, Xu Qiran wouldn't take the trouble of a playwright like Sang Qiao: "I mean, I want you to call Boss Fu and thank you."

Sang Qiao turned around: "Thank you?"

Xu Qiran tried to actively guide him: "Let's not talk about other things, Boss Fu has helped you a lot with this Weibo matter. And now that he is still ill, you should make a phone call if you want to. "

Sang Qiao thought for a while, and felt that what Xu Qiran said made sense.

So he turned his head: "But it's just working time, will he find me annoying?"

Xu Qiran patted the roof of the car: "Do you want to fight?"

Sang Qiao shrinks his neck: "Fight, fight!"

Find the phone number in the address book.

A phone call goes out.

The other party answered almost instantly.

Sang Qiao didn't have a good opening phrase in the first place, and now he completely forgot, and said blindly: "Crooked?"

Fu Xingzhou leaned against the head of the bed and stopped working.

about to speak.

Another sentence came from the other end of the phone: "Way? Did you fall asleep?"

Fu Xingzhou slightly raised the corner of his lips: "I woke up early."

"Qiaoqiao, look out the window, it's already dawn."