Woke Up, the Actor Picked Up the Cub

Lin Zhihe steered the wheelchair and slowly pushed himself to the corner of the alley. The assistant who hadn't come today in his mouth waited there nervously.

"Sir, are you okay?"

Seeing Lin Zhihe coming, Cao Ke immediately wanted to step forward, and his eyes fixed on the spot.

After Lin Zhi and himself had crossed the corner and made sure that the people at the other end of the alley could not see the situation here, he stopped and took a heavy breath.

Cao Ke immediately went to look at his hands and expertly massaged and stretched his muscles and bones. The husband's hands and feet had been severely injured and had undergone many operations. Although he has improved, he still can't use much force.

Besides, his vital capacity is only half of that of an ordinary person. Pushing a wheelchair is a bit hard for him.

Lin Zhihe leaned back on the back of the chair, as if sighing, as if saying to himself: "He is Ayun's child."

There are bitterness, smiles and relief in his eyes, but there is not much expression on his face. His facial nerves are damaged, and the surface can be repaired by plastic surgery, but the nerves are not good. The only thing that can be done is to touch the corners of the mouth.

In the fire that year, his vocal cords were also severely damaged. Even after surgery, he could only barely speak, and it took a lot of time to speak again.

Cao Ke used to speak in his voice, and it was rare for him to speak with Duan Congzhi in his barely vocal voice.

The assistant was a little puzzled. Back then, his husband had a relationship with a man named Duan Yun. After the husband's accident, they separated naturally.

This can't be blamed on him, after all, no one can wait for a person who has no news for a lifetime, and even the Lin family has set up a mound for her husband. The problem is, judging from Duan Congzhi's age, if he was Duan Yun's child, he would get married and have children as soon as his husband had an accident.

This is too fast.

He doesn't understand why his husband cares about this child so much, he doesn't forget his old love, so he has to go and see it every year. How can he even love his child?

The rainy city is rainy. Lin Zhihe suffered a serious injury back then, and he still hasn't recovered. The rainy weather will only aggravate his pain, let alone come from winter, and stay alone in that small study house every day. Just one afternoon, just to spend two hours with Duan Congzhi.

Cao Ke didn't say anything. It was not his turn to put his beak in his husband's choice. He re-arranged the thin blanket on his legs for Lin Zhihe, thinking to himself that if the thin blanket was covered by Duan Congzhi, then he would be considered appropriate. .

"The surgery has been scheduled. In the middle of next month, look, when will we go back?"

Surgery does not mean that people go there. There is still a lot of preparation work. They have to go back in advance.

Lin Zhihe did not answer his words, but said: "When will their movie be shot?"

Cao Ke only knew that Duan Congzhi was making a movie. He thought that his husband was here to "see things and think about people", so he didn't pay much attention. Now when Lin Zhihe asks, he can only say: "This has just started filming. It will be June and July."

Lin Zhihe nodded: "Push the operation back one month."

Cao Ke couldn't help but shouted: "Sir!"

Lin Zhihe looked at him: "Go make arrangements."

Cao Ke replied unwillingly, pushing him back. First, I asked about the movie, and then he said that it would be postponed. No matter how you look at it, it has something to do with Duan Congzhi. He is really worthless for his husband.

They walked for a while before they came to a very inconspicuous car. Cao Ke took out his walking stick and handed it to Lin Zhihe. Lin Zhi and himself stood up on the cane and got into the car.

Cao Ke looked after him carefully, but did not step forward to help him. He was relieved and walked to the driver's seat after watching him sit firmly in the car.

The car drove slowly, Lin Zhihe closed his eyes and quietly recalled how Duan Congzhi was doing the topic today. He didn't know how to act, but he could also see Duan Congzhi's state. He entered the play day by day, especially that day. After changing the makeup.

Only the way it was doing the question today, it looked a little clever, he thought, watch it for a few more days.

"Go contact Lin Yu."

In the bright and clean consultation room with warm colors and a touch of incense, the counselor worked hard and asked patiently, guessing little by little the problems that Mr. Qin encountered.

First, you can exclude the economy and children.

"How is your partner's relationship with your mother?"

Well, the issue of mother-in-law and daughter-in-law is also a major cause of family conflicts.

"They rarely meet."

The contradiction between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law can also be ruled out. It is not the economy, the child, or the mother-in-law. The reason for the outbreak of the remaining large family conflicts... The consultant boldly asked: "Is it discord in the room?"

Qin Ke didn't answer immediately, and the consultant immediately started to make up for it.

No way?

It looks normal, but it doesn't work?

This kind of problem is not unheard of. He tried to restrain his sympathetic gaze, took out a business card from the drawer, put it on the table and pushed it over: "This is the contact information of Dr. Dong. He has very rich clinical experience and helps After many families, the most important thing is to absolutely guarantee your privacy."

Seeing that Qin Ke was silent, he continued to endorse the doctor Dong. Qin Ke interrupted his divergent thinking: "We are not married."

The counselor seemed to be pinched suddenly, and there was no sound.

A row of question marks appeared in my mind, not married, your boyfriend and girlfriend have conflicts, why are you looking for me to resolve family disputes?

But he was reluctant to make money, so he suppressed his professional dignity and said, "Um, you mean, because he is not married, he didn't try this out?"

Qin Ke did not say that the consultant can only rely on guessing. No way, he can only work harder to meet such a cold visitor.

He took Qin Ke’s silence as a tacit consent. Combined with what he said just now, it is not difficult to guess that Mr. Qin should be a relatively conservative person, so he tentatively said: “Well, proper attempts before marriage are more conducive to life after marriage. Harmony, after all, this is also a very important part of future family life..."

"This is extremely irresponsible behavior."

The consultant has a headache. This kind of person with a firm heart and a complete logic system is difficult to convince. The last time I met was a lawyer.

He can only boldly say: "But your existing behavior patterns and logical methods are not enough to solve the problems you face."

Even created contradictions.

The consultant felt his scrutiny, which is the death gaze that Qin's employees often receive when they make mistakes.

He continued to bite the bullet and said: "A qualified partner should meet the needs of the other half, material, spiritual, and physical."

Qin Ke tapped his knuckles lightly on the table without speaking.

The consultant did not speak either, but no one was more calm than Qin Ke. Qin Ke only tapped the desk at the beginning, and then he made no sound.

The room is very quiet, only the sound of their breathing.

The consultant sighed in his heart, and was about to speak, Qin Ke said, "I see."

The consultant breathed a sigh of relief, and he continued: "Of course, no matter what the contradiction is, we will find after the resumption that most of it is related to poor communication..."

When Qin Ke left, the consultant still had an unreal feeling that he actually succeeded in persuading an overlord.

Assistant Gu came to make an appointment with him for the next consultation. The consultant struggled between money and hairline, and reluctantly chose money, and then went to learn from colleagues who are good at dealing with couples.

He couldn't help thinking that the couple's contradiction was defined as a family contradiction before the marriage was over. He didn't know whether to look farther or think more.

Assistant Gu also found it quite dreamy. Since President Qin had an appointment for the next time, it shows that he thinks this consultation will help him somewhat.

He didn't know that Qin Ke was put on the blacklist by Duan Congzhi. He only knew that President Qin asked him to make an appointment for the next time after he came out of the treatment room and book the ticket. As for where to go, do I need to ask?

Duan Congzhi came back from the bookstore and saw a man standing at the entrance of the small courtyard from a distance, standing tall and tall, with only a little afterglow of the setting sun, stretching his shadow very long.

He seemed to hear footsteps, or felt something, and turned to look in Duan Congzhi's direction.

Duan Congzhi paused in his footsteps, and soon moved on again, walking to the gate of the courtyard, without saying a word.

He didn't really want to see Qin Ke very much. He was not so repulsive when he saw it. He just regretted it. If he knew that Qin Ke would come, he would endure it and not black it out.

He found a balance between himself and Gu Sui today, ready to go back to watch the movie to find his feelings and put himself in the play. Now Qin Ke's appearance here will undoubtedly affect him. Duan Congzhi felt that he was a bit redundant for the first time.

Zhou Quan also came after the crew officially started. Duan Congzhi lived in this yard, but the bedroom where the film was actually filmed was not here. It was in the house on the other side of the alley, and there were no extra bedrooms here. Zhou Quan lived in a hotel.

No wonder Qin Ke would wait outside, not knowing where the assistant who came with him went.

Duan Congzhi wouldn't do things like shutting people out deliberately, he just opened the door, didn't mean to drive people, and didn't stop him from entering, leaving him casually.

Qin Ke went in.

The weather was still very cold sooner or later, Duan Congzhi closed the doors and windows when he entered the room, and Qin Ke was still there.

He thought it was a little funny: "How many times have you rejected me, can you count it yourself?"

"You are right, I figured it out clearly, that's not what I want. Now I'm looking for what I want, what do you mean?"

Qin Ke never spoke, Duan Congzhi lit a cigarette.

Duan Congzhi would smoke, Qin Ke knew, and even knew when he learned it, but as long as he didn't smoke in front of him, he hadn't interfered.

Today, he smoked in front of Qin Ke.

As everyone knows, San Ye doesn't like the smell of cigarettes, and when he gets to him, even if he is addicted to cigarettes, he has to hold back.

The doors and windows were closed, and the smell of smoke filled the room.

Qin Ke said, "Pinch it."

Duan Congzhi ignored him, and Qin Ke didn't say the second time.

Duan Congzhi leaned against the table, his two legs were randomly folded, his left hand was on his chest, his right hand was holding a cigarette, and he occasionally took a puff, his upper body leaned back slightly, looking at Qin Ke carelessly.

Qin Ke didn't like the smell of smoke, but he wouldn't even open the window.

A cigarette burned two-thirds, and Duan Congzhi felt a little boring. He pinched the cigarette, went to open the window, and the cool breeze blew in, which made people sober.

Duan Congzhi took a deep breath, and the cold air poured into his lungs, his expression gradually becoming firmer. He told himself, let's make a break, he hadn't really started it before, and a full stop was an explanation for himself for two lifetimes.

He turned and looked at Qin Ke: "Since it doesn't mean that..."

Before he finished speaking, Qin Ke said, "Yes."

Duan Congzhi: "..."

He suspected Qin Ke was here to **** him off.

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