monster guardian

During the dinner with the crew, Qi Xinghan behaved no differently from normal people.

He can talk to people, although only a few words.He also eats, but every time he puts food into his mouth, the tail of his eyebrows will be slightly drawn down.It shows that this is an unspeakable torture for him.

After the dinner, everyone went to the hotel one after another.

The crew also booked a hotel for Qi Xinghan, but they didn't expect that there would be an extra Mushui.However, the hotels near the film and television city are always in short supply, and it is too late to book another room at this time.

"Brother Qi and Mr. Mu have been wronged." The assistant director said apologetically.

Everyone thought that Mushui's seniority was very high, and no one dared to share a room with him, so Mushui could only share a room with Qi Xinghan.

"It's okay." Mushui didn't mind, but what about Qi Xinghan?He turned to look at Qi Xinghan, and saw that Qi Xinghan had swiped his card to open the room and walked in.

Obviously there is no objection.

"Brother Qi and Mr. Mu have a good rest." After the director's assistant finished speaking, he handed over a small bag thoughtfully, saying, "There are eye masks, earplugs, and a new pillow cover in it."

"Thank you." Mushui took the small bag, raised his eyes and smiled at the other party.

The director's assistant gave a sudden pause, and unconsciously wanted to stare at Mushui's eyebrows and look more carefully.

Mushui asked curiously, "Is there anything else?"

"No...no, no more." The director's assistant turned around and started walking outside as if waking up from a dream.

Everyone drank a lot of wine in the evening, so no one came to greet and harass at the moment.The hallway soon became quiet.

Mushui closed the door, turned around and walked in, only to find that the crew had booked a presidential suite for Qi Xinghan. There was only one bed, but there were sofas, dining tables, etc., just like a luxuriously decorated one-bedroom.

He hugged his backpack to his chest, stared at the frosted glass bathroom door, and suddenly remembered something: "My clothes are still in school. There is no way to change or wash them." After speaking, his eyebrows frowned a little bit, soft His brows and eyes were stained with a little worry.

Qi Xinghan was taking off his suit jacket with his back facing him, when he heard the voice, he reached out and pushed the suitcase over: "The assistant is ready."

"Thank you."

"You are my guardian." Qi Xinghan said flatly, pulling off his tie with one hand.

Mushui blinked: "Okay, I understand."

What Qi Xinghan meant was for him not to be too polite.

Come to think of it, this is rather strange.Wearing the name of a guardian, but still talking and behaving like a stranger, will attract the attention of outsiders.

Mushui put down the bag in his arms, then pushed down the suitcase and opened it.

There are well-matched clothes inside, and each set is individually bagged.Even watches and cufflinks are prepared in advance.

Mushui looked around, but didn't see any set that seemed to be prepared for him.

Qi Xinghan hangs up his suit jacket meticulously, and walks quietly, just when Mushui's facial features are almost wrinkled into a ball, Qi Xinghan stretches out his hand from behind and picks up a bag: "This is your."

Mushui took over.

I found that there were also cufflinks and watches inside, and it was worth a lot of money at first glance.

"Shall I take a shower first?" Mushui turned to look at him.

"En." Qi Xinghan responded.He had already sat upright on the edge of the sofa, just like the scene Mushui saw when he woke up in the morning.

Mushui didn't say anything, he carried the bag into the bathroom and turned on the shower.

When the sound of the water got louder, he took out his phone and called the teacher back.

The sound of water splashing.

The "beep" sound in the handset of the mobile phone also rang rhythmically.

"..." No one answered.

Maybe it's sleep.

Mushui had no choice but to carefully edit a text message and send it over, and then wait for the morning to be early before calling the teacher again.

Mushui exited the dialing interface, thought for a while, and logged into his mailbox.

As soon as he boarded it, he found two new emails lying in the inbox, waiting for him to open and read.

The former one was sent by the dean of Jinshui Institute of Special Pathology, and the latter one was sent by the teacher.

Mushui opened the previous one first.

The dean praised him for doing a good job.

And then the latter one.

"Immediately leave the film crew and go back to school. I have selected a new patient for you who is more suitable for you to contact. In this line of work, you don't have to rely on exposure to strange diseases to add a brilliance to your resume! When dealing with patients, you must first ensure your own safety, followed by the patient's cure rate. This is the information of new patients. Take a look..."

Mokisui downloaded the PDF document attached to the email.

But after opening it, the mobile phone software repeatedly reminded him that the file was damaged.

Helpless, Mushui had no choice but to put down this information first.

But then, another new email came in.

It was actually sent by the dean, and the title of the email was "Second Patient's Personal Information".

This document was not damaged, and Mushui opened it after downloading it.

The first thing that popped into Mushui's eyes was the name.

Yuan Sheng.

Before Mushui could look down, there was a knock on the frosted glass door.

Although he knew that such a door could see the outside from the inside, but the inside could not be seen from the outside, Mushui still instinctively put away the phone, and responded in a low voice: "Huh?"

The water had been running in the bathroom for a long time, and the steam was steaming, and Mushui's cheeks turned red soon, and his voice was also a little hoarse.

Qi Xinghan paused outside, his voice sounded even deeper through a glass door: "Don't drown."

Mushui hurriedly said "um" again, and then hurriedly took a shower and changed into clean clothes.

He pinched the phone in his hand, first turned on the exhaust system of the bathroom, and then opened the glass door.

There is an absorbent pad by the door.

Mushui stepped on it with his bare feet, and then walked out.

Qi Xinghan had already returned to sit on the sofa.

This man doesn't seem to have any special hobbies. He doesn't watch TV or play with his mobile phone. Sitting there is like an ancient stone that has melted, and he can stay motionless for a long time.

He didn't look at Mushui until he heard the sound of Mushui's door opening.

Mushui tugged at his sleeve unconsciously.

The big mirror in the bathroom was covered with fog, so when he changed his clothes, he didn't know what he had become.

Qi Xinghan lowered his gaze, got up and walked into the bathroom.

When he came out again, he took a transparent box in his hand, and what was in the box were the cuffs and the watch that were in the previous bag.

Just now Mushui deliberately put it aside, just because he was afraid of breaking it.

Being a doctor is hard.

Tired of being a doctor.

A monthly salary of [-].

He can't afford it.

Qi Xinghan opened the box, took out the cufflinks, bowed slightly, and buttoned them for Mushui.

Then he clasped the watch on his wrist, and Qi Xinghan's expression relaxed a little when he heard the crisp clasp.

Meticulous obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Mushui glanced down at his hand, thought for a while and still didn't say anything.

Let a person who is accustomed to a certain order suddenly break this order, it will drive him crazy.

Qi Xinghan didn't speak, he took his clothes and went into the bathroom.

The fog in the bathroom had almost dissipated, and the condensed water droplets slid from the glass door, making the glass door gradually clearer.

This time, it was Mushui who sat on the sofa instead.

He took out his notebook and started writing today's report.

The sound of water soon sounded in the bathroom, and Mushui instinctively raised his head and glanced there.

A figure was printed on the glass door.

He could see the movement of the other party taking off his shirt and bending over.

Qi Xinghan was tall and well-proportioned.

But when Mushui glanced over, he felt something was wrong.

Qi Xinghan arched his back slightly, and on the side of his back, it seemed that a bone protruded abruptly, leaving a bit of abrupt black shadow on the frosted glass door.

Just when Mushui fixed his eyes and was about to take a closer look, the mist in the bathroom once again rose and diffused with the flow of hot water, covering the glass door.The shadow also became more blurred.

Qi Xinghan straightened up, and that black shadow completely disappeared from Mushui's sight.

Is he dazzled?

Mushui raised his hand and rubbed his eyes.

Maybe it was too hard. When I opened my eyes again, my vision became more blurred, and the words on the notebook were almost blurred.

Mushui crossed his legs, sat down on the sofa pillow, and slowly got used to it for a while before his sight regained clarity.

Let's write the report first.

Mushui returned his gaze to the laptop screen.

After he stumbled and finished writing the [-]-word report, Qi Xinghan also came out of the bathroom.

His hair was wet and dripping water, and his face was covered with wetness, looking very embarrassed.This is closer to normal people.

Seeing Qi Xinghan's wet appearance, Mushui remembered to blow-dry his hair, so he quickly closed his notebook and found the hair dryer in the hotel.

Mushui turned the wind to the maximum, and dried his hair as fast as possible.

Really boom.

After the bombardment, the hair on the head was blown up.

But he couldn't see it himself, so he passed the hair dryer to Qi Xinghan casually: "You blow it too."

In Qi Xinghan's daily life, there was obviously no such link.But he didn't refuse.

Qi Xinghan took it, turned on the hair dryer, and dried his hair stiffly.

When Mushui was in school, his schedule was very standard, so standard that his roommates felt that he had a routine of going to bed early and getting up early.

Now at this point, Mushui already felt a strong sense of sleepiness.

He put the notebook in his backpack and packed it before climbing onto the bed.

Qi Xinghan's whirring of the hair dryer was still ringing in his ears, but after listening to it, Mushui fell asleep.

Waking up in the morning, Qi Xinghan sat stiffly on the sofa again.

If Mushui hadn't always been tenacious in this regard, he would have been so frightened that he would have rolled off the bed as soon as he opened his eyes.

Mushui finished washing and got dressed.

Guo Yong also came to knock on the door at this time, and the producer was also with him. Everyone came here specially to invite Qi Xinghan to the hotel restaurant for breakfast.

With such a big battle, Mushui couldn't help but gain a new understanding of Qi Xinghan's status in the entertainment industry.

"How did Brother Qi rest last night?" the producer asked with a smile.

Qi Xinghan nodded politely: "Very good."

"Where's Mr. Mu?" The producer followed to look at Mushui, and then a trace of surprise flashed across his eyes.

Mushui was wearing a gray suit with a white shirt inside.

It looks warm, soft and clean.

The trousers also fit him very well, elongating his legs and lining his waistline very nicely.

Yesterday was like a dusty pearl.

Today, the brilliance of the young man was released at once.

Mushui pursed his lips slightly, and smiled: "It's also very good."

The director's assistant was in a daze again.

He thought it was so strange.

Twice.

The young man has a beautiful face, but it is not eye-catching and compelling at first glance.It's a kind of soft, beautiful beauty with a strange charm.

As long as he pursed his lips and smiled slightly, and the dimples on his cheeks slightly gathered, everyone who was watching him would instinctively fall into the vortex, and even lose the ability to think in an instant.

too weird.

It's like there's something magical about him.

Mushui knew that someone was watching him.

And countless eyes fell on him together.

The bewilderment he felt when he first arrived on the set seemed to return to him, so he had to smile around more, and then reduce the discomfort in his heart.

When he smiled, everyone around him was dazed for a moment.

"Go downstairs, uncle must be very hungry." Guo Yong said, looking at Mushui with a complicated expression.

He still hasn't figured out who Qi Xinghan's guardian is.

"Yes, go downstairs." Everyone agreed together.

Only then did the director's assistant suddenly come back to his senses, and echoed in a low voice: "...Go downstairs."