Mainly because he gave too much money

In the next few days, when Yan Xiuji went downstairs in the morning, he would see Zhou Ziyi sitting at the dining table.

Sometimes I eat noodles, and sometimes I eat freshly baked sandwiches, as well as coffee, soy milk or milk tea made by myself.If he met Yan Xiuji's eyes, Zhou Ziyi would swallow what was in his mouth and wave his hand: "Bye bye, President Yan, have a good journey!"

Then I came back at night, and there was no supper inquiry.Basically, Zhou Ziyi was holding the drawing board on the sofa, drawing while turning on the big TV to play movies.

In this way, it's really a bit like an ordinary roommate.

It's just the kind of simple greeting when we meet in the morning and evening.

It was not until a few days later that Yan Xiuji arrived home when it was close to midnight, and Zhou Ziyi finally got up from his chair again.

At that time, Zhou Ziyi heard the sound of opening and closing the door, but he was drawing to the key point, so he didn't look back.After he drew these few strokes clearly, he suddenly realized that he didn't seem to see Yan Xiuji going upstairs.

Looking back, I saw Yan Xiuji was still standing in the entrance, with his back against the wall and his head half hanging.

"What's going on here?"

Zhou Ziyi hurriedly put down all the things on his hands, got up from the sofa and approached the man.With more than two meters left, Zhou Ziyi smelled the alcohol on him: "Ah, did you drink too much? Are you okay?"

"...It's okay." Yan Xiuji was still able to reply, but the rhythm was slower than usual, "Don't worry about me."

"Don't be brave at this time, right?" Zhou Ziyi directly supported him, "Shall I take you upstairs?"

Yan Xiuji still wanted to shake his hand: "No need..."

"No, you use it." Zhou Ziyi decisively supported the person to walk in, "Mr. Yan, it's all like this, let's go back to the room early. Otherwise, if you stand like this, I'm afraid you'll just lie down at the door."

Yan Xiuji's footsteps were a bit heavy, but he was still able to walk by himself: "I'm still very sober... There's no need for you to do anything extra."

"That's right, you can use idioms. You really deserve to be a master." Zhou Ziyi smiled, "It's just the two of us at home, so what are you embarrassed about? It's over if you treat me like a robot bought with money."

Yan Xiuji's foot was light and his foot was heavy, and his mouth was still angry: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"I'm telling the truth." Zhou Ziyi supported him and walked slowly towards the stairs, "I don't even want to make you breakfast, what can you do if you eat it? Are you so afraid of me if you use it well?"

Yan Xiuji said slowly: "...I'm not afraid of you."

"You are not afraid of me, you are guarding against me like a thief. Are you so afraid that you will lose your concentration? After eating breakfast, you feel like you will fall into a trap?"

"I just, don't like changing my habits."

"I can see it." Zhou Ziyi sighed, "I don't want others to influence you at all, you are a robot... Be careful!"

Yan Xiuji tripped over the stairs and swayed forward on the spot!Zhou Ziyi subconsciously reached out to grab it, and was taken down directly, and both of them fell down on the stairs!

"Uh...!" Zhou Ziyi almost sat down on the stairs due to inertia.Most of Yan Xiuji's body hit him, which was equivalent to using a human flesh pad to cushion him, but Yan Xiuji also fell half-kneeling on the steps, and knocked his knee firmly.

"Hiss!" Zhou Ziyi sat up and bumped, his back was painful and numb from the corner of the stairs, and cold sweat broke out immediately.He wanted Yan Xiuji to get up quickly, but when he opened his mouth, he gasped first.

"!!!" Yan Xiuji fell awake instantly, and got up immediately after recovering.He also hurt everywhere, but Zhou Ziyi seemed unable to move, and Yan Xiuji didn't care about himself, so he quickly looked at Zhou Ziyi: "Where did you hit?!"

"The back, the waist, and the butt..." Zhou Ziyi wanted to move, to see if something went wrong.However, the pain in his waist was very severe as soon as he exerted force, and he didn't dare to move easily, so he could only describe: "I was hit by the corner of the stairs on my waist and back."

"Understood. Hold on, don't move around." Yan Xiuji went down the stairs to take out his cell phone, the alcohol was still making him drowsy, his head was actually still heavy.But he frowned to stay awake, and calmly dialed the emergency number.

Zhou Ziyi felt very organized listening to him, but when he turned his head slightly, he could see that Yan Xiuji was talking while leaning on the back of the sofa.

The emergency call was made quickly, and Yan Xiuji called the property again to ask them to respond to the ambulance.

He didn't mention how flustered the property management was for a moment, but only talked about Yan Xiuji's side.He hung up the phone, closed his eyes and collected himself, then took two throw pillows from the sofa and went back up the stairs.

"Push it up and use less force." Yan Xiuji put a pillow behind Zhou Ziyi's head, but it was inconvenient to stuff the other one behind Zhou Ziyi's hanging waist.Yan Xiuji went to find the blanket again, adjusted the shape, and put it on for Zhou Ziyi.

Zhou Ziyi looked at him.

Yan Xiuji noticed his gaze: "What are you doing?"

Zhou Ziyi: "I just thought that if you wanted to ask 'are you moved', I would answer 'I dare not move, dare not move'."

Yan Xiuji: "..."

Zhou Ziyi: "Boss Yan?"

Yan Xiuji: "Don't talk when it hurts."

Zhou Ziyi: "It's because of the pain that I can't move, so I want to divert my attention."

Yan Xiuji "..." again.

"Don't be so nervous, Mr. Yan, it's not that you're terminally ill." Probably because the most painful wave has passed, or a little used to it, Zhou Ziyi is still in the mood to joke, "Fortunately, you fell on the stairs. If you walk halfway If it falls, we might roll down together."

"Don't underestimate being hit on the back." Yan Xiuji frowned and said coldly, "Spine injuries lead to high paraplegia everywhere."

Zhou Ziyi: "..." That's how God talks to death.

Yan Xiuji didn't want to hear Zhou Ziyi's jokes, but he didn't walk away, he just sat on the edge of the steps and looked at Zhou Ziyi.Zhou Ziyi was in pain, and he was still staring at him so hard to ignore that gaze, so he had to talk to him again: "After watching for so long, you finally think I look good?"

Yan Xiuji started another topic: "You are sweating, does it hurt?"

Zhou Ziyi: "Otherwise, what kind of statue would I put here?"

Yan Xiuji was silent for a few seconds: "...you shouldn't bother me."

"Tsk, I'm going to swear, and you're still telling me this?" Zhou Ziyi also frowned, and said displeasedly, "Can you at least say 'thank you'?"

Yan Xiuji said: "I will be responsible for curing you."

"It's the doctor who is in charge of the treatment, and you are responsible for paying the money at most." Zhou Ziyi said, "Forget it, let's stop talking, I'm afraid I'll get annoyed more and more."

Yan Xiuji thought for a while, then stood up: "Where is your ID card?"

"In the wallet in the room..." Seeing him walk away again, Zhou Ziyi asked suddenly, "Yan Xiuji, where did you fall yourself? Don't wait for me to be fine, you left a sequelae."

"What can I do?" Yan Xiuji glanced at him and went to the guest room again.

***

That night, the ambulance roared to take Zhou Ziyi to the hospital. The doctor on duty was doing examinations and filming. There was quite a battle at the beginning.

Mainly listening to Zhou Ziyi shouting that the spine is numb and painful, the doctor is also worried about hemiplegia or something.

Zhou Ziyi actually felt the pain in his entire back, so he felt that it should not be too serious - after all, if he can still feel the pain, his nerves are still working.So when he was preparing to shoot, he still had the leisure to think of one thing.

He reminded Yan Xiuji: "Sister Fei sent me the first invitation I wrote, saying that you want to read the text, if you haven't replied, remember to read it and say so."

After speaking, he was pushed to make a film.

Yan Xiuji watched the door close, remained silent for a few seconds, took out his phone and clicked on Li Fei's message again.

In fact, when Li Fei sent the photo in the afternoon, he had already seen it.But at that time, he only glanced at it, and did not reply to Li Fei.Now that Yan Xiuji opened Li Fei's message interface, he was going to reply directly, but by accident, he clicked on the photo again.

On the invitation card with gold pattern on the white background, there are beautiful pen characters handwritten by professionals.The names of Yan Xiuji and Zhou Ziyi are juxtaposed, giving people a little more sense of reality than the previous samples with other people's names written on them.

Yan Xiuji looked at the two names on the photo, and the thought of "this is too absurd" crossed his mind, but somehow felt that this was not unacceptable.

——There is no turning back when the bow is opened.

Yan Xiuji is the kind of person who seldom looks back and regrets.

He is the person in charge of Huahao Group, and he knows that after he has made a decision, he will bear it to the end.In many cases, even if the situation is very unsatisfactory, you have to grit your teeth and persevere.Now that he has made great strides on the road to marriage, he won't back down.

Besides, there's nothing particularly bad about it right now.

Yan Xiuji sent a message to Li Fei: [The invitation is ready, no problem. 】

As for whether Li Fei watched it tonight or in the morning, Yan Xiuji didn't care.

Let's talk about Zhou Ziyi's side, after an examination in the hospital, the doctor finally came to a conclusion.

—No bone was broken.

Pain is normal, just lie in bed and rest for a while.Some medicines are prescribed for external use, and there is no need for hospitalization. Ma Liu can just pack it up and go home and lie down.

After Yan Xiuji, who followed to the hospital, heard the conclusion, the irritability that had been accumulating in his heart finally dissipated.Ignoring Zhou Ziyi's eyes of "Look, I'll say that the teacher is mobilizing the crowd", he called the driver and took him home.

Not long after he got home, the driver ran out to work again. Besides picking up people, he also received another job—to buy a wheelchair for the boss tomorrow.For the sake of the red envelope, the driver readily agreed.

The driver even helped the boss, carrying the future boss's wife back to the building and directly to the bed.

Fortunately, this honest driver didn't care why the future president's wife didn't sleep in the master bedroom.But this is also a good lie. After all, the master bedroom is upstairs. Zhou Ziyi is inconvenient to go up and down the stairs, so he sleeps on the first floor, which is normal.

"That's it for today."

Everything was finally settled for the time being, Yan Xiuji stood by the bed, looked at the young man on the bed: "Tomorrow I will find a nurse, so you can move around and take a shower."

Zhou Ziyi looked at him: "Don't talk like I'm paralyzed..."

"Don't talk about crow's mouth." Yan Xiuji said condescendingly, "Is there anything else? If not, I'll turn off the lights and go to sleep."

Zhou Ziyi blinked, as if there was something wrong.

"I want to go to the bathroom, what should I do?"