The rich second generation catches demons and evil in the entertainment circle [Rebirth]

Playing God and Playing Ghosts Day [-]·Priceless

Zhong Sheng woke up as soon as the young master moved his fingers. He lay beside Jiang Yiming's hospital bed, opened his eyes suddenly and looked up, and saw Jiang Yiming frowning and shaking slightly from side to side. He shook his head, and let out a vague moan.

He immediately got up and rang the sick bell, leaned over, touched the young master's cheek, and tested the temperature of his forehead.

In the early hours of this morning, Jiang Yiming developed a high fever, which shot up to forty degrees. Zhong Sheng had been wiping his body and soles of his feet with alcohol cotton, and listening to the young master's vague dreams, he couldn't feel at ease all night. close your eyes.

Fortunately the fever subsided.

Zhong Sheng went to the bedside table and poured a glass of water. As soon as he turned around, he saw Jiang Yiming slowly opening his eyes. Those caramel-colored round eyes were filled with unhappiness, and the center of his brows was twisted into a small knot. His lips parted slightly, and a scolding sound popped out.

When Jiang Yiming woke up, he felt a fucking pain all over his body. The pain made him want to scold someone. If he hadn't made a sound and his throat was burning with pain, he would definitely have scolded him.

"Time..." Little Young Master Jiang made a breathy voice unwillingly, throwing out half a syllable of the dirty words.

A small piece of gauze was pasted on the side of Jiang Yiming's face, making him look pitiful.

The wound under the gauze was just a skin wound, and it was very lucky to come out of the ruins with only a skin wound.

It was the skin on Jiang Yiming's cheek that was rubbed a little harshly, and was treated with great care and prudence by the hospital nurses.

The translator told Zhong Sheng on the side that the little nurse was thinking about it, saying that such a perfect face would never allow even the slightest blemish or scar, that would be damned by God.

Jiang Yiming touched the gauze on his face with his hand, and gasped, "Why don't I remember any injuries on my face?"

Zhong Sheng heaved a sigh of relief when he saw this, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, he lifted the young master's head and neck, and brought the water glass to Jiang Yiming's mouth: "I still have the strength to curse, it seems that burning is not a problem."

"It hurts to death." Jiang Yiming swallowed two sips of water, moistened his burning throat and said, it turned out that he had a fever, no wonder he woke up feeling uncomfortable.

He raised his eyes to look at Zhong Sheng, his pupils were moist, like a big coquettish cat, both aggrieved and angry.

When Zhong Sheng heard that his heart was astringent and tight, he reached out and rubbed the young master's hair, and asked, "Where does it hurt?"

"It hurts everywhere." Jiang Yiming curled his lips, "Shoulders hurt, fingers hurt, and legs hurt too."

"Blow blow." Zhong Sheng said as if coaxing a child, and leaned closer to blow lightly, just like when he was a child.

When Jiang Yiming was a child, he bumped and fell to some extent. The young master Jiang, who was like a small flour ball, was spoiled and spoiled. Every time he bumped his elbow, he would get a bruise. The tender little mouth does not shed tears, but just stands there aggrieved, which makes people feel distressed.

At that time, Mr. Zhong was only a ten-year-old boy. Whenever he saw the young master bumping into each other, he couldn't help but pick him up, put him on his lap, blow on the young master's elbow, and coax him in a low voice. : "Blow blow, hurt Feifei."

When Young Master Jiang was hugged by a boy in his teens, he wanted to roll his eyes to the sky, which was really childish.

No matter how painful he is, he won't cry or cry out!

As a result, who would have thought that in the blink of an eye, 20 years later, Young Master Jiang, who was favored by Mr. Zhong since he was a child, can only scream pain at Mr. Zhong now.

Jiang Yiming stayed in the hospital for two days and refused to stay any longer.

In his words, if he stayed one more day, he would perform a third-floor prison escape scene for everyone on the spot.

Jiang Yiming couldn't be more stubborn, so Zhong Sheng had no choice but to go through the discharge procedures for Young Master Jiang.

On the day of discharge, the car of the program team waited obediently at the gate of the hospital.

A total of more than ten special cars with large stickers made by the program group were parked at the entrance of the hospital. There was a lot of battle, and there were already some curious people gathered around the entrance, wanting to see what happened.

Zhong Sheng carried Jiang Yiming's luggage, walked in front of Jiang Yiming, glanced at the program team's special car calmly, walked past without squinting, and stopped beside the huge and compact Land Rover in front of the program team's special car , opened the back seat, and waited for Jiang Yiming to get in the car.

Looking further ahead, there were six identical Land Rover off-roaders parked there, and it seemed to be the same model as Zhong Sheng's.

"It turns out that these Land Rovers are all Mr. Zhong's... No wonder they look tough at first glance. This battle... can't lose to us." A small assistant in the special car said softly.

The director glared at the assistant with a headache, is it time to praise other people's cars?

The little assistant went on to say, "Will Jiang Yiming give us face and stop and get in our car?"

The director thought to himself, do your best and listen to God's will.

Naturally, Jiang Yiming didn't linger at the special car of the program group, and his gaze passed the dozen or so special cars jokingly. In his opinion, it was quite menacing. He twitched the corners of his mouth and went straight to Zhong Sheng's car.

"Hey...it really doesn't work." The little assistant in the special car said.

The director covered his eyes, he really didn't give a little face...

After the off-road vehicle started, Jiang Yiming asked, "What is the program team doing here?"

"Apologize." Zhong Sheng said lightly.

Jiang Yiming sneered: "Do you regard me as a fool or the program crew as a fool? Just apologizing and needing to drive a row of cars waiting there?"

Zhong Sheng looked at Jiang Yiming, and the laptop on his lap popped up a reminder box for an email conference, but he didn't even look at it.

"The program group wants to continue recording the program." Zhong Sheng said.

"Are you so courageous? No one in the program group needs to adjust the time?" Jiang Yiming said softly, "Meng Ziqing is alright?"

"Heal faster than you, it will be fine when you fell asleep on the first day." Zhong Sheng said.

Meng Ziqing and An Xiaowen also came to see Jiang Yiming. An Xiaowen had more than ten stitches on his arm and suffered a lot, but he managed to save his life.

An Xiaowen was grateful, and said in front of Zhong Sheng that no matter what Young Master Jiang asked him to do in the future, he would be willing to do anything. He could not repay his life-saving grace by being a bull or a horse. If he was a girl, he would promise him with his body.

After he said this, the other people who came to visit Jiang Yiming laughed out loud, jokingly saying that Jiang Yiming might still be interested.

Zhong Sheng's brows twitched and he almost threw An Xiaowen out.

When Jiang Yiming heard Zhong Sheng say that those people were all fine, he nodded slightly: "What about Ayutthaya Meng? And his clansmen, how about these people?"

"Mon Ayutthaya has skin trauma, and is alive and kicking around," Zhong Sheng said.

Meng Ayutaya also came here with a cane when Young Master Jiang was in a coma.

Zhong Sheng didn't pay attention to him at first, and saw him suddenly throwing off his crutches, dragging his injured leg, and suddenly kneeling down, kneeling in front of Jiang Yiming's hospital bed.

Han Xiujie immediately explained the relationship between the two to Zhong Sheng in a low voice, explaining that Young Master Jiang ran back to the crumbling Yin Temple just to save Ayutthaya Meng, and almost got trapped in it.

Zhong Sheng's face darkened immediately, and then he heard Han Xiujie translate the other party's muttering in a low voice:

"He said that the kindness of Mr. Jiang is something that his clan can't repay in this lifetime. As the head of the clan, he made a promise that wherever Mr. Jiang is in need in the future, he will do his best to the Ayutaya clan, even if Anyone who goes against the wishes of the royal family will help Mr. Jiang."

Zhong Sheng snorted heavily, looked down at the man, and thought to himself, there would be no day when this group of people would be useful.

After seeing off wave after wave of visitors, Zhong Sheng couldn't help but leaned over and scratched the bridge of Young Master Jiang's handsome nose, and muttered in a low voice: "These people have a bit of conscience, but it's still not worth your trip Do."

Jiang Yiming heard Zhong Sheng say that those people are alive, and nodded slightly: "The pipa ghosts on these people have been removed, and they can return to normal life in the future, so there is no need to worry about it anymore."

Zhong Sheng glanced at him and said, "That's right, it's best not to worry about it."

Jiang Yiming felt that there was something in Mr. Zhong's words. He suddenly rubbed his shoulders and changed the subject: "Is the temperature of the air conditioner a little low? The wind blows my shoulders."

After he finished speaking, Zhong Sheng really frowned, adjusted the wind force and direction of the air conditioner in the back seat, stretched out his hand in front of Jiang Yiming and asked, "How about this? Can it still blow?"

Young Master Jiang rolled up the corners of his mouth, bent his eyes and smiled: "It's just right, I can't blow it. By the way, where are we going now? The airport? Back to China?"

"Go back to the temporary residence to recuperate for a while. The doctor said that your dislocated shoulder is not suitable for flying in a short period of time." Zhong Sheng said.

"...What do you mean? I was imprisoned in Thailand?" Jiang Yiming frowned.

"It's about self-cultivation and relaxation," Zhong Sheng said.

He rolled down the window covered with black film, and saw that the car had driven into a garden, and the huge flower garden was in the shape of the sun, moon and stars, which was extremely unique.

Jiang Yiming leaned out the car window and took a look. It was a triangular villa with a Thai style. He half-closed his eyes: "Is this your real estate?"

"It's an investment, it just happens to have greater value." Zhong Sheng said.

"Greater value? What is the value of letting me live here to cultivate? How much is it worth?" Jiang Yiming snorted, and began to critically look at this place where he might live for ten days and a half months in the future.

"Priceless." Zhong Sheng said.

Jiang Yiming paused for a while, and then let out a soft snort and sneer, and didn't say anything more.

"What about you? When is the plane? I'll see you off." After visiting the new house, Jiang Yiming looked at Zhong Sheng and asked.

Zhong Sheng narrowed his eyes slightly, and turned to Young Master Jiang: "When is my plane? Why do you ask this suddenly?"

"Then you can't stay here all the time, can you? If you are not in the company, your secretary must be crazy? Maybe it will fluctuate by 100 million in an hour." Jiang Yiming joked.

"The Zhong family has a lot of cooperation with the Thai side." Zhong Sheng said, "On-site inspections are more conducive to my grasp of the details of the cooperation."

"In other words..." Jiang Yiming rolled his eyes, "Did you skip work?"

"...It's a field trip."

"I know, I know. Then...Mr. Zhong lives in the business suite of a five-star hotel, or in a place invested by his own family?" Jiang Yiming asked with the corners of his lips curled up, crossing his chest.

"..." Zhong Sheng gently tugged at the young master's fair and tender face, and laughed softly, "What an unforgiving and annoying spirit."