After the divorce, the ex-husband has [Entertainment]

Xiao Shu is no longer in the ward.

When Fu Qiuye went downstairs to ask Chen Xiao to take out the roses again, Chen Xiao said: "Mr. Xiao came here just now, let me take care of everything."

Fu Qiuye frowned: "What is he doing here in the ward?"

"I said I came to talk to Brother Chen about public relations, and I happened to be packing up." Chen Xiao looked at him with some doubts, not knowing what he wanted to ask, "He is allergic to pollen, and when he saw roses from a distance, he asked him to throw them away." .”

"Where did you throw it?"

Chen Xiao said that he lost the trash can.

Fu Qiuye called Wang Chongchuan, a group boss, and a submorphic doctor, and the two dug out the bouquet of roses from the trash can in the hospital. Now this bouquet exudes a strong floral fragrance mixed with the trash can. The smell, Wang Chongchuan sneezed as soon as his nose came close, and almost didn't spit it out.

"I'm going, it smells too bad," Wang Chongchuan rubbed his nose, "Who the hell gave it to you? How dare you mix it with aphrodisiac... wait a minute."

His expression froze suddenly, he carefully covered his nose with one hand, and leaned over to smell it again.

After smelling it, he threw the flowers back into the trash can, retched, rushed into the bathroom next to him and flushed his face with cold water, leaning against the wall panting for a long time with an expression of being so smoked that he was about to roll his eyes.

"You have asthma?" Fu Qiuye looked at him inexplicably, "Isn't it just smelling flowers, and it's not exaggerated to this extent, is it?"

Wang Chongchuan really didn't look well, his legs and feet were weak, he hung on Fu Qiuye's body after two steps, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.Fu Qiuye reached out to touch his palm, it was cold inside.

"This thing...is an aphrodisiac specifically for submorphic people." Wang Chongchuan seemed to be vomiting, and every word was nasal. "We have done anti-drug training in the group, and I smell it. ... want to vomit..."

After speaking, he covered his mouth and rushed to the bathroom, retching again.

Fu Qiuye's eyebrows were already furrowed.

Xiao Shu has never made public his sub-form. This matter is kept secret, not to mention ordinary fans, even close partners or friends in the circle are unlikely to know.For example, when he was rushed to the hospital this time, Huang Qichen had already signed a non-disclosure agreement with all the doctors who had seen his physical abnormalities. With the supervision and coercion of the Special Administrative Bureau, the possibility of leakage was not high.

"Can I check?" Fu Qiuye asked in a deep voice.

Wang Chongchuan didn't answer right away. He supported the bathing table to slow down for a while, and then washed his face again. He calmed down a little before he said, "I can check."

"This kind of medicine is banned, and it is very difficult for people in the system to get it. The person who gave the flowers has some background, so we can check it from the source of the medicine," his voice was nasally muffled, "But isn't your elder brother chasing after the medicine?" Xiao Shu? It’s a trivial matter for a person of his level to do this, and the motive is..."

Fu Qiuye's face suddenly changed: "You fucking say it again?!"

Wang Chongchuan was startled, carefully glanced at the expression on Fu Qiuye's face, and hesitated for a few seconds: "...Can we start from the source of the medicine?"

"The next sentence!"

"Eh... your eldest brother is chasing Xiao Shu?"

Fu Qiuye's face was sullen, his hands clenched into fists.

Only then did Wang Chongchuan come to his senses belatedly, and rubbed his nose in embarrassment: "I thought you knew, I also heard gossip from the crew..."

Fu Qiuye's expression looked quite dangerous. The whole crew knew about it, but no one mentioned it to him during the few days he was hospitalized.

As expected, Fu Qiuming was still thinking about Xiao Shu until now, and Lin Weiwei's matter had probably something to do with him.

He felt the blue veins on his temples throbbing. Strong anger mixed with a trace of panic swept over his emotions. Before Xiao Shu married him, it was indeed Fu Qiuming who first proposed the marriage contract with the Xiao family. Mother also prefers his older brother to him.

Fu Qiuye's mind was a little messed up, and he said, "You check the roses first, I know about it."

Wang Chongchuan boldly asked again: "Is Chafu Qiuming?"

"No, he didn't do it," Fu Qiuye gritted his teeth, "He won't do such low-level things."

What else did Wang Chongchuan want to ask? Fu Qiuye had already strode out of the bathroom. He was eager to see Xiao Shu now. After losing that marriage certificate, it was the first time he had such a deep understanding of Xiao Shu. Already single, he can chase him, others can chase him, even Xiao Shu can refuse him to be with others.

Just thinking about this matter, he felt that his breathing became hot, and his lungs were burned every time. Even the body shape controlled by the drug became unstable, and the arm muscles began to spasm again.

Fu Qiuye returned to the ward in a hurry, but Xiao Shu was not there.The nurse said he went for treatment.

So he sat in the ward and waited. When it was almost evening, the nurse came in to remind him to eat. He asked where Xiao Shu had gone. The nurse said: "Mr. Xiao's situation is quite special. He has already applied for recuperating at home and is now going through the formalities."

Fu Qiuye stayed there for a few minutes, then went downstairs to the second floor where Huang Qichen was the only one doing the formalities for leaving the hospital. He asked where Xiao Shu was. Chen Xiao accompanied him there."

In the morning, he helped Xiao Shu, who was walking unsteadily, to the bathroom, and even had a rare tender time, but it was only a day, as if everything was just an illusion.

Fu Qiuye couldn't tell what emotion he was in, so he took a taxi and went to Tianshan Lake. By the time he got there, the sky was almost dark, with only the last ray of orange setting sun in the sky, barely illuminating a field where everything was quiet and white. of scenic spots.Walking to a place close to Tianshan Lake, the lights of the crew of "Sun Shadow Flower Language" were lit up sporadically. Xiao Shu was sitting in a wheelchair, wrapped in a thick down jacket, and was concentrating on watching the camera. The back is reflected by the dim light into a thick black silhouette.

Fu Qiuye quietly walked behind him, Chen Xiao and two staff members found him, he made a silent posture, and bent slightly.

Xiao Shu was watching the replay of when he fell into the ice.

The high-definition camera captured every detail of his face. The sunset at that time was much more beautiful and dazzling than it is now. Xiao Shu was facing the light. His dark pupils and fair skin almost turned pale in the setting sun. Transparent, he stared deeply at the lover in front of him, the touching sadness was gathering little by little, but suddenly solidified at a certain moment.

His eyes lowered slightly, looking at a certain piece of ice, and then he began to be dazed.The accumulated grief is quickly disintegrated, replaced by a more real, more breathless grief and fear.In the cold air of the evening after the snow, he looked like he was about to suffocate, the wings of his nose heaved rapidly, and his forehead was covered with a thin layer of crystal clear sweat.

Then came Zhang Lianqing's horrified screams, and various chaotic noises from the crew, but the camera still focused on Xiao Shu's face, faithfully recording his pale lips, mask-like skin, and the ice that was about to collapse under his feet.Time seemed to stand still at this moment, Xiao Shu's lips moved slightly, and he silently said a few words——

Fu Qiuye hugged him from behind.

Xiao Shu sat up straight suddenly, as if he had been awakened, his breathing was short, and he turned around in a daze and fear.Fu Qiuye gently blocked his cold lips before he could react.

Half of the crew was watching them, their eyes filled with each other's pupils.

Xiao Shu's focus slowly narrowed, and the violently heaving chest began to calm down.

Fu Qiuye gently rubbed against his lips, and pressed his warm right hand against the back of his neck covered in cold sweat, like comforting a frightened Persian cat.

"It's not your fault, it never was." He said very quietly, "There's nothing to be afraid of."

Xiao Shu stared at him for a long time, as if trying to get himself out of too intense emotions.

Fu Qiuye rubbed his cold hair vigorously, left his lips, stood up straight, and said to Chen Xiao, "Has he eaten?"

Chen Xiao replied in a low voice, "I drank some porridge at noon, and at night I ate half a bowl of noodles and half an apple."

He took the back of the wheelchair from him, and pushed Xiao Shu to the side of the little sun plugged in by the lake, as if trying to bake out the shadow and coldness in his body.Xiao Shu still didn't respond, his pale face was reflected by the warm light of the little sun, and he looked down at the ice in a daze.

Fu Qiuye stood behind him, the doubts and anxiety that had been rolling in his heart for a whole day settled into ice slag, and quietly accompanied him in a daze until the last ray of sunset also sank in from the end of the lake.

The crew was about to call it a day, and Fu Qiuye wanted to ask him if he wanted to eat more, but Xiao Shu finally spoke, his voice hoarse, and he said tiredly: "That's it, I won't act."

"Okay," Fu Qiuye said, "I won't act anymore, go back to J City and have a good rest."

Xiao Shu exhaled slowly from his lungs and closed his eyes.