Hello!What about the straight guy?

Grease Company

After Zhong Liyan finished his affairs, he was ready to start discussing with Murong about future cooperation. After all, he was also his boyfriend, so he had to think about him.

However, before he could say a few words, Mo Li rushed in suddenly.

I still have a utility knife in my hand, and I don't know which dressing room I got it from.

Zhong Liyan stepped back sharply, glanced at Mo Li, and asked vigilantly, "Mo Li! What are you going to do? Can anyone come in casually from the CEO's office?"

Mo Li sneered: "I can't come in, but what about you? What are you? What qualifications do you have to teach me?"

Seeing Mo Li like this, Zhong Liyan couldn't say a word, so he sat aside and played with his mobile phone by himself.

Mo Li's eyes were red, he stared at Zhong Liyan closely, the utility knife in his hand trembled: "Zhong Liyan, why are you silent?! Are you guilty?"

Since his benefactor found him a few hours ago and completely broke off relations with him, he has been anxious. In addition, more and more people on the Internet have scolded him, and even some promised resources, the manager suddenly Called and said that it would be temporarily suspended due to the request of the merchant.

At that time, he felt that Zhong Liyan must have gone to blow pillow talk with his benefactor, Murong, their new president.

All of a sudden, he rushed to the company, but when he arrived at Zhong Liyan's lounge, he was told to go to the president's studio, so he immediately grabbed a utility knife and rushed to the office.

Sure enough, Zhong Liyan stood in front of Murong and said something, and even seemed to be having a good time chatting.

Zhong Liyan looked at the excited Mo Li in front of him, and could only deny: "Don't think too much, I have nothing to feel guilty about, but I think... you should be the one who should be guilty, after doing so many things, you can still Stand right in front of me."

After finishing speaking, he subconsciously felt that what he did was not very wise, and it was likely to cause Mo Li's unstable mood and put himself in danger.

Sure enough, Mo Li's face flushed red, looking at Zhong Liyan as if he wanted to kill him.

"Mo Li, if you have something to do, you can ask me, the president, Zhong Liyan is an artist of the company just like you, although you are in a competitive relationship, it's best not to take any drastic actions." Murong Properly remind Mo Li at his own position.

Mo Li was taken aback, then turned his head to look at Murong.

Zhong Liyan took the opportunity to leave, but he didn't expect Mo Li to hold him viciously: "Don't let me go, tell those reporters now that you are wrong! You are slandering me!"

Zhong Liyan wanted to shake off his hand, but it was of no use, instead causing his wrist to turn red.

Murong looked at them, stood up immediately and wanted to stop them, but he didn't expect Zhong Liyan to give him a wink at this time, signaling him not to act rashly.

He has no choice but to stand aside and protect Zhong Liyan at any time.

Mo Li didn't notice their interaction, but looked at Zhong Liyan who was opposite him, and took out the utility knife: "Say it, are you going to talk about it or not! It's because of you that I got to this point, you let me How to survive."

"Can't survive?!" Zhong Liyan chuckled, and his eyes didn't know whether it was ridicule or helplessness, "If you have always had the idea of ​​not taking shortcuts, but going up step by step in dating and improving yourself, how could it be possible? To this point! You are just reaping the fruit of yourself."

Zhong Liyan particularly hates such people, always wanting to rely on others, the more he talks, the disdain on his face becomes more and more obvious: "You can't survive?! You have hands and feet, can't you work hard on your own?! Now because of this, just dangling around with a utility knife, can this fact be changed!!"

Murong was startled, and hurriedly shouted: "Zhong Liyan?!"

Remind him not to do this unwise thing, it will completely drive Mo Li crazy, and then... cause incalculable consequences.

Zhong Liyan was silent.

"Aren't you afraid that if I scratch your face, you won't be able to stay any longer?!" Mo Li swept across his face viciously.

"...Come on, let me see if you have the courage."

The utility knife in Mo Li's hand trembled, and then he swung it towards Zhong Liyan fiercely, but Zhong Liyan stood there motionless as if he had decided on something.

"Be careful!" Murong quickly pushed Zhongliyan, but he didn't expect that Moli was just scaring Zhongliyan, and he turned his side slightly, but because of this, he scratched Zhongliyan's arm, blood It flowed immediately.

Zhong Liyan frowned, bit his lip, and his face suddenly turned pale. He really didn't expect that someone like Mo Li would actually swing him over. It seemed that he still had miscalculations.

"Eh..." Zhong Liyan couldn't help shouting.

Murong grabbed him tightly and immediately called the hospital.

"Zhong Liyan, are you a fucking fool?!" Murong and Zhong Liyan were considered good friends, seeing this, they couldn't help but regret why they stood there just now and didn't stop them.

"Damn it, it hurts like hell." Zhong Liyan also cursed, sitting on the sofa and not daring to look at his wound.

He has always been most afraid of pain! ! !

And Mo Li was so frightened that he threw down the utility knife in his hand, and stood there blankly watching the blood keep dripping.

"Security, come to my office and take Mo Li away." Murong picked up the phone and called angrily, "What are you doing, anyone can break into the CEO's office."

Murong seemed not to hear it, his eyes were blank.

Until the security guard took him out, he was completely frightened.

And the people from the hospital came very quickly, Murong helped Zhong Liyan go downstairs, but because there was no bandage, the blood was still flowing.

And this scene, because the reporters hadn't left yet, was photographed, and the people around rushed up.

Looking at Zhong Liyan's paler and paler cheeks, Murong felt a little anxious and raised his voice: "Please make room first, Zhong Liyan is injured and needs to be treated first."

Everyone also realized that the situation was serious, so they left immediately and took a few photos in the distance.

Soon, Zhong Liyan was sent to the hospital.

Fortunately, the examination results did not hurt the bone, but because it was too deep, it would definitely leave a scar.

Hearing this result, Murong subconsciously glanced at Zhong Liyan, the other party was an artist, although it wasn't on his face, but... definitely had some influence.

Zhong Liyan felt a little disappointed when he heard the news, but he suddenly laughed, as if comforting himself: "It's okay, my acting career is only two months."

Murong was silent: "Hey, the little guy has to take care of grandma recently, so I'm afraid he can't take care of you. Do you want me to find an assistant?"

Zhong Liyan watched the doctor bandage his wound, and because of the anesthesia, he couldn't feel the pain.

"Go to the ward and hang some water to reduce inflammation." The doctor wrote a long piece of text on a piece of paper and gave it to Murong.

"Ah."

When the two arrived at the ward, Murong had a lot of documents to process because of the news just now, so he had no choice but to leave first.

Zhong Liyan also expressed his understanding, and waved him to leave first.

While lying down, looking at the snow-white ceiling in front of him, his eyes suddenly became a little sore.

"..." He suddenly thought of his arm, which would have a hideous scar. He had protected it for so long, but it was useless in the end.

Sure enough, what was said on the Internet is not wrong. When you are alone, especially when you are sick, you are most likely to be lonely and afraid.

Subconsciously, he thought of Song Yuan's embrace, which was so hot that one couldn't help approaching it, so warm.

Thinking of this, Zhong Liyan's eyes became even more sour.

The eyes were blurred, but it seemed that a person came in suddenly.

Just as Zhong Liyan was about to wipe away his tears, he heard Song Yuan's almost indifferent voice: "Zhong Liyan, what are you going to do?"

"...I don't." Zhong Liyan still had anesthesia in his hands, and couldn't hold Song Yuan back at all.

"Even if it's not for me, you are an artist! Can you cherish yourself?" Seeing Zhong Liyan's appearance, Song Yuan's heart softened, but he still said firmly, "Zhong Liyan, you are so disappointing. Where has my professionalism gone!"

"..." Zhong Liyan finally shed the tears that he had endured for so long. He is not someone who is easy to cry, but he seemed to be unable to resist anything when facing Song Yuan.

He bowed his head and remained motionless.

Song Yuan sighed softly, and sat beside Zhong Liyan's bed: "Xiaoyan, I'm sorry, I was so angry, I came over immediately when I saw the report, and I couldn't hold back for a while."

Zhong Liyan was still deaf and pulled his head, not speaking.

Song Yuan hugged Zhong Liyan in his arms, but still carefully avoided his arms: "I know, you are most afraid of pain. When you were filming, you would frown at a small wound. This time Seriously, I shouldn't have lost my temper with you."

Zhong Liyan shook his head lightly.

Song Yuan wanted to pull him up and wipe away his tears, but Zhong Liyan said in a low voice, "Don't move, hug me for a while."

"it is good."

The two sat quietly like this, warming each other.

It took more than two hours to hang the water, so Song Yuan stayed by his side to take care of him.

"Xiaoyan, I'm tired this afternoon, let me buy you some porridge."

Having said that, Zhong Liyan was also a little hungry, so he nodded, but still said cautiously: "Just order the cafeteria casually. If you go out, it will be bad if you are caught by paparazzi."

Hearing the first half of the sentence, Song Yuan originally frowned. The food in the cafeteria must not be nutritious.

But finally nodded: "I see, remember to call the doctor if you have anything to do."

"Ah."

Song Yuan arrived at the cafeteria, but it's not dinner time yet, the porridge still needs to wait for 10 minutes, Song Yuan took the time to call Murong and asked the reason of the matter.

"You!" Song Yuan couldn't help but uttered when he heard a passage, "Are you stupid, how could you not stop that lunatic!"

"Then where is he now?!" Song Yuan heard Murong's words, and suddenly remembered that Mo Li was the person who leaned in front of him when he saw Zhong Liyan for the first time.

"I know." Song Yuan hung up the phone, and gradually had an idea in his mind, he absolutely wanted to punish Mo Li.