[Rebirth] The gold master's husband is not easy to coax

Zhuang Ling looked at the sleeping Shu Boheng in panic.His lips were pale, slightly chapped due to the heat, and his expression was very tired and weak, which was completely different from usual.

Just as I was about to reach out and touch his face, the bell rang.His outstretched hand trembled, and he retracted to pick up the phone.

It's his manager, Qi Huijuan.

Zhuang Ling was in a trance again. How long has it been since Miss Qi called him?

"Hello, Zhuang Ling."

"Sister Qi." Zhuang Ling unconsciously clenched the phone by her ear.

"Why do you turn off the phone when I make so many calls to you? Are you always with Mr. Shu?" Qi Huijuan was also very helpless. The big boss made her empty, so she was in an awkward position?Even if the artist disappeared, he dared not take the initiative to find him.Originally bringing a few other young students to him was considered compensation, and he was too busy to go around, but then he suddenly received a notice to let him put down all work and accompany Zhuang Ling to join the team, what is this?

It's really never happened that the manager accompanied the artist to stay in the mountains for ten days and half a month.Did I take over the job of the assistant again?Fortunately, Shu Boheng still has a conscience, and he was assigned a male assistant and a female assistant.

However, this... I'm afraid he can't wait to send everyone to serve his sweetheart, right?

Qi Huijuan's heart raced suddenly, so many thoughts came up, Zhuang Ling didn't answer for a while.

"Sister Qi, I..."

"What's wrong?" Qi Huijuan didn't know about Shu Boheng's situation, he only heard that Zhuang Ling's voice was wrong, as if he was choking, and couldn't help feeling a little worried.

"Sister Qi, I don't want to go."

"What?! My ancestors! You have to be self-willed! When is this?"

"I……"

"Does Mr. Shu know?"

"he does not know……"

"Okay, then this is not negotiable. Ancestor, it's fine for you to come out of the closet through my Weibo, and now you don't go to the mountains to avoid the limelight? What do you think? Anyway, the order I received here is to tie you up. Tie it up. Is this a death order from your boss Mr. Shu himself? Why? You guys have disagreements just after spreading the dog food?"

"He He……"

"Don't believe me? If you don't believe me, you can ask Mr. Shu yourself. Alright, I'll pick you up at five o'clock tomorrow morning. Hang up."

"Wait! Why so early?"

"This is also Mr. Shu's order. He said that in this limelight, you will be surrounded by reporters as soon as you show up. If you don't arrive sooner, you will be late."

"..." Ah Heng, you are forcing me to leave quietly before you wake up.You're also afraid to face parting soberly, aren't you?

When Qi Huijuan heard that Zhuang Ling had stopped making a sound, she said, "That's all I want to say, I'm really dead."

As soon as the voice fell, a busy tone came from the phone.

Zhuang Ling put down the phone casually, bent down and pressed a kiss on Shu Boheng's forehead.

A-Heng... A-Heng...

He picked up his phone again, edited a Weibo, and sent it out.

"I'm going to say goodbye, I don't want to let go... I don't want to let go...someone still falls asleep heartlessly... [heartbreak]"

The accompanying picture is a selfie of myself: with a scarf covering most of my face, only a pair of red eyes are exposed, as if I have cried.The background is still the white wall of the hospital.

Less than a minute after this Weibo was posted, his mobile phone was paralyzed again.But Zhuang Ling doesn't care anymore.

For those black and unacceptable people, he only needs to slap them in the face with his works, and Zhuang Ling doesn't care about the possibility of lack of resources in the future, because Shu Boheng has planned for him a long time ago Well, the future route, anyway, in the next year at least, he will not be short of jobs.By the time he finishes filming "Sirius", the limelight will have passed. By then, there will be a new wave of enthusiasm, and that will be an opportunity for him to transform.

"Oh, Ah Heng, it would be great if you were awake now."

There is only one day left to get along with each other. Of course, Zhuang Ling hopes that Shu Boheng can wake up and chat with him, but he rationally despises such a self.

What are you thinking?Ah Heng has suffered such a great crime, of course she needs to sleep more.Didn't the doctor say it's a good thing?This at least shows that he doesn't have to suffer from illness.

I don't know if Shu Boheng heard Zhuang Ling's inner prayer, but he woke up again in the afternoon.

After a long period of deep sleep, he seemed much more energetic. Although his speech was still somewhat lacking in strength, it was no longer as weak as before, and he had to listen carefully to hear it.

Zhuang Ling was very happy, took off his shirt, slipped into Shu Boheng's quilt, and carefully squeezed together, as if to enjoy the last time.

"Do you want to listen to music?" Zhuang Ling didn't mention tomorrow's matter, but asked such an inexplicable question.Because he knew that both of them knew it well, but now that he mentioned it, he didn't know what to say.

Shu Boheng froze for a moment, "Do you want to sing it to me?"

"Ah."

Then before Shu Boheng could speak again, he started humming to himself.

What he sang was an extremely lyrical song, which was the ending song of a small literary film he participated in in his previous life, and it narrated the feeling of parting.

"The sky above the moon,

Light the way forward.

You from afar,

When will you turn back?

And I stand at the beginning of the track,

Silently staring at the galloping past.

There is no going back to the past. "

Zhuang Ling's timbre is very suitable for singing such a small and fresh song, which makes others sound lonely, as if she will burst into tears the next moment.

Shu Boheng also discovered his musical talent for the first time, and he felt very novel, "You can sing well, when did you go to train?"

As for the few sentences that Zhuang Ling hummed just now, the transliteration was handled very well. It is absolutely impossible to reach this level without other people's guidance, although there are still some shortcomings.

"I..." He couldn't say that the ending song in his previous life was the director's act of putting ducks on the shelf and asked him to sing it, right?At that time, there was temporary training for a few days.

"Ok?"

"When the company was training newcomers, I went to listen to it a few times and stole something from my teacher."

"Do you like to sing?"

"I can't say whether I like it or not, I just want to sing it for you."

"After a while, I'll arrange a teacher for you."

"Wait!" Why did the topic get brought up here again?

"Stop worrying about my business, can you think more about yourself?"

"Ok?"

"I... When I'm away, you must listen to the doctor's advice, eat well, sleep well, don't work, don't think about things, and do the checkup. I... I will try to come back as soon as possible. "When he said this, Zhuang Ling turned his head away from looking at Shu Boheng, he was afraid that he would find his red eyes again.

"..."

Before Shu Boheng could speak, he hastily added, "Video once a day, you control the time." He originally wanted to video twice, but he was afraid that Shu Boheng would be too tired.