Don't make trouble, it will be photographed!

Zhao Moran came to Ren'ai Hospital in Du Yang's car. This hospital is a private hospital owned by Shanhe Group. Zhao Moran's father lives in the oncology department on the 12th floor.

Under the leadership of Du Yang, Zhao Moran came down to the internal medicine VIP ward on the sixth floor of the inpatient department. Through the glass on the door, he saw Ji Hao lying quietly on the bed. His eyes were slightly closed, and his chest rose and fell evenly with his breathing. Is asleep.

Ji Hao's assistant was sitting quietly by the bed, she got up immediately when she saw the two of them, Zhao Moran put his index finger to his mouth, signaling her to hiss.

"I'll go to the doctor in charge of the bed to find out about the situation." Zhao Moran said to Du Yang, then turned and walked to the attending doctor's office.

The director of internal medicine is in charge of Ji Hao's condition, and the doctor in charge of the bed is a highly respected professor of internal medicine in his 50s.

Zhao Moran asked the professor: "Doctor, how is Ji Hao's condition?"

Professor Liu took off his presbyopic glasses and replied to Zhao Moran: "His condition has now developed into an acute stage. During this period, the patient's lumbar spine, cervical spine, and back will feel stiff, and even the pain will be unbearable when he gets sick, so We recommend that he be hospitalized for observation for a week before proceeding."

Zhao Moran nodded worriedly, and then asked in a low voice: "Then how to treat his illness?"

Professor Liu sighed softly, "Ankylosing spondylitis is an immune disease. There is no cure at present, and it can only be controlled by drugs. I have been studying this disease for many years, but it is difficult to make fundamental progress. However, if the drugs are well controlled in the later stage and you know how to maintain them, the impact on your daily life should not be too great."

"Then...." Zhao Moran paused, and after hesitating for a moment, he asked, "Can he still dance or film?"

Professor Liu replied: "This disease can't be tired, and you can't do too much intense exercise, especially those that damage the spine, so you can only do some simple dance moves. The same is true for filming. Too much movement will damage his spine. make an impact."

Zhao Moran's brows gradually frowned. This disease will undoubtedly limit Ji Hao's future development. He said in a deep voice, "What is the worst outcome of this disease?"

Professor Liu said bluntly: "The spine is deformed, or disabled."

Zhao Moran's eye circles turned red after swiping, he swallowed his saliva, and took a deep breath, "Then please tell me some precautions for his later maintenance..."

After walking out of the doctor's office, Zhao Moran came to the balcony at the end of the corridor. He silently lit a cigarette and took a sharp puff. The cigarette rushed straight into his lungs, choking his tears.

His right hand curled up tremblingly and slammed into the wall, the anger and grief in his heart spewed out at this moment.

Why did Ji Hao suffer from such a disease at such a young age?He obviously has a bright future, but he just made such a joke to him at this moment. Isn't his childhood miserable enough?

Water gushed out of his eyes for a moment, and he couldn't stop his voice from choking.

All this is my own fault. If he could have asked Ji Hao more about his life experience ten years ago, it might have helped him return to Beijing earlier, and perhaps he would not have developed to the point where he is today.

At this time, Zhao Moran's mother happened to pass by the garden downstairs, and she inadvertently looked up and saw her son wiping tears on the balcony on the sixth floor.

Zhao's mother was about to reach out her hand to greet Zhao Moran, but she hesitated for a moment, her eyes rolled in their sockets, and she put her hand down again, then pretended she didn't see it, and went straight up to the twelfth floor.

After Zhao Moran calmed down, he wiped away his tears before returning to the ward. Du Yang had already left for something else. Seeing that Jihao's assistant looked tired, he must have stayed here for a day, so he sent her to the ward as well. Send them home together.

Zhao Moran stood beside Ji Hao alone. He raised his eyes and gently held Ji Hao's hands. The man in front of him was pale, his lips were light and dry, and there were a few strands of hair hanging on his forehead.

Zhao Moran smoothed his hair gently, and said with a smile: "Young man, you have to get better soon, otherwise why would you bite my lip?"

The other party lay there motionless, obviously not looking like he would answer his question.

"Did you sleep so dead?" Zhao Moran murmured to himself, looking at Ji Hao's chapped lips, he felt a little distressed, and felt an inexplicable impulse.

Zhao Moran's throat moved, raised his eyebrows, and after confirming that the other party was still asleep, he closed his eyes lightly, lowered his head with some trepidation, and pressed his lips against Ji Hao's dry lips.

The body was numb like an electric current passing by, but at this moment, a kiss that was intended to be superficial was a little bit greedy. Zhao Moran's heart swayed, and his lips used a little bit of force, and it was hard to part for a while.

Suddenly Zhao Moran felt his lips being licked, he opened his eyes abruptly, and quickly separated from Ji Hao.The corner of the mouth of the man on the hospital bed raised unconsciously, and he slowly opened his eyes and stared straight at Zhao Moran.

Zhao Moran panicked and said, "You actually pretended to be asleep!"

Ji Hao put his tongue around his lips and said, "Brother, your mouth is so sweet."

Zhao Moran looked at Ji Hao, who was still in good spirits, and felt relieved and distressed. He lightly stroked Ji Hao's face, and asked with concern, "How do you feel now?"

Ji Hao touched his waist, frowned and said in a low voice: "It still hurts."

After hearing Ji Hao's answer, Zhao Moran couldn't help feeling a little flustered, and said anxiously: "Then what should I do? I'll go find a doctor."

Ji Hao grabbed Zhao Moran's hand to prevent him from leaving, deliberately held back his smile, and whispered: "Come here."

Zhao Moran looked bewildered, he slowly lowered his head, suddenly Ji Hao's hands held Zhao Moran's head, and their lips were pressed together again.

... This kiss lasted for a long time before they broke up. Their foreheads touched, Zhao Moran looked at Ji Hao's burning eyes, and softly blamed: "You scared me to death."

Ji Hao smiled softly, "I can't die."

Zhao Moran touched Ji Hao's eyelids with his thumb, and tentatively said: "What was that kiss just now? You always call me brother, but brothers don't kiss like this."

Ji Hao's eyes fixed on Zhao Moran's red and swollen lips again, and he moved his throat unconsciously, "I'll listen to you, it's what you say it is."

The two looked at each other and smiled knowingly, maybe they were laughing at each other's reluctance to say the answer they had already decided in their hearts, or maybe they were laughing at the fact that two big men are so greedy for each other's lips.

If you are greedy, then you can be greedy, Zhao Moran moved his face towards him in a futile manner.

Just when the two were inseparable, the door of the ward was suddenly pushed open, and a man with neatly combed hair and a wrinkle-free suit was standing at the door of the ward.

Ji Hao took a breath, and called out timidly: "Uncle."

Ji Songhao's face was dignified, showing no prestige and self-indignation, the icy aura around him was slightly deeper than Ji Hao's, as expected, like an uncle, like a nephew.

Zhao Moran was at a loss like a minor caught in a puppy love, he hurriedly stood up and said respectfully: "Hi Uncle Ji."

"Zhao Moran?" Ji Songhao took a look at the person in front of him who was intimate with his precious nephew just now, and said in a deep voice: "Come out, I have something to say to you."

When Zhao Moran heard that Ji Songhao wanted to have a private interview with him, he couldn't help feeling nervous. Ji Hao put his hands on the bed and said worriedly: "Uncle, I didn't blame Zhao Moran just now..."

Ji Songhao ignored Ji Hao and walked straight out of the ward.

Zhao Moran patted Ji Hao's hand, signaling him to rest assured, and Ji Er followed Ji Songhao to the balcony outside the corridor.

"I have admired Mr. Zhao's name for a long time, my nephew is really fascinated by you." Ji Songhao stretched out his hand with a frosty face.

Ji Songhao's words sounded really awkward, Zhao Moran pondered for a moment and thought, such a smart person as Ji Songhao must have already figured out something, if he is still going around here, it would be really boring, besides, Let the other party feel that you are dishonest, it is better to just open up.

Zhao Moran smiled, shook hands with Ji Songhao and said with a smile, "Your nephew is also very fascinated by me."

Without waiting for Ji Songhao to speak, Zhao Moran said bluntly: "Uncle Ji, I understand that you will mind the gender issue between me and Ji Hao. I also thought about it two days ago, but now I have figured it out. No matter how the outside world judges, I will not leave Jihao no matter how difficult it is. Jihao is the first person I have spent the rest of my life with him in so many years, and will be the last one. I hope you will allow me to stay by Jihao's side to take care of him and accompany him he."

Ji Songhao narrowed his eyes, and said coldly: "Did I ever say that I mind your gender issues?"

Zhao Moran was stunned for a moment, does this mean that he agreed?

Ji Songhao tapped his finger on the safety bar, "I don't like to hear those so-called vows of eternal love and sweet words, those are irresponsible words spoken by young people on a whim. If you want my approval, then Just do a good job with the play "Elder Brother"."

Ji Songhao took two steps with his hands behind his back, "But listen carefully, except for the funds and team already in place, I will not invest any more manpower and material resources from today on. It's all up to you."

Ji Songhao is approaching his sixtieth year, obviously he intends to abdicate. He proposed this condition to test the two of them, but in fact he wanted to experience his nephew before abdicating.

Zhao Moran understood Ji Songhao's good intentions, and said with a happy smile, "We will definitely not let you down!"

Ji Songhao nodded expressionlessly, and said before leaving, "Young man, don't be too happy, if the cost of this movie is not recovered in the end, then you don't have to appear in front of me again in the future!"