Move to the entertainment industry

Went to the park for a morning run again? "

"No?" Wen Ting, who really wanted to throw the tissue ball into Fang Youke's mouth, resisted the impulse, "Is there something you didn't tell me?" He had never met someone who was on a morning jog before.

"What's the matter?" Fang Youke paused, feeling that there was only one thing he was hiding from Wen Ting at the moment, and said nonchalantly, "You don't need to report if you are a fan in your support group."

"Backup group?" Wen Ting, who was exposed to this term for the first time, was stunned, and then saw Fang Youke's surprised face turned speechless.

"...You don't even know that you have a support group?"

Wen Ting nodded incredulously, and Fang Youke hugged his head, his head congested in an instant. Who did he bring with him? The incident with the support group was so big that everyone in the circle was full of envy. Even he had never seen anyone with such strong fans, such a huge group of true supporters didn't realize it, the support group knew how disappointed it would be.

Fang Youke, whose head was buzzing, suddenly remembered that Wen Ting's Weibo was registered by him back then, and now, after a year, the total number of posts is three. Does this mean that this master basically does not go online, or that Never play social software.

No wonder he has never seen Wen Ting playing with a mobile phone. It's such a strange age, but there is still such a thing.

Fang Youke, who had the illusion of traveling back to 1949, patted his temples, feeling his head hurt.Lifting his eyelids feebly, Wen Ting crossed his legs and leaned leisurely on the sofa, the meaning couldn't be more obvious.

"...Just look at the No.1 person who put money into your Weibo list." Princess Shoes Weibo is Wen Ting except for Wen Ting, and the URL on the homepage profile can be seen by the blind.The history of the support group is too long, and Fang Youke's explanation is very tedious. It's better to let Wen Ting feel how much personal influence he has. He is definitely so impressed that he dare not appear in public again.

"Understood, let's get down to business." Wen Ting put one arm on the sofa, assuming a long talk.

"The real thing is that you have been working a lot lately." Picking up the document bag that was casually thrown on the carpet, he took out a lot of documents, and Fang Youke picked up a copy to explain the source, "These three are endorsement contracts. I've checked and there's nothing wrong with it, you can take another look."

Wen Ting took over the contract and looked through it. It was a matter of image and he had to be cautious. No matter how good Fang Youke said, he still had to confirm the product details.Fang Youke continued, "Here is the contract for "Road to the King". There is another movie that invites you to be the leading actor. I haven't mentioned it to you before. I think it's pretty good. Take a look."

"Yeah." Wen Ting, who has a good memory, read the first contract at a glance, and asked Fang Youke about some details that he didn't understand. The two talked about their recent work arrangements for nearly an hour before they were fully finalized.Fang Youke put away the signed contract, and heard Wen Ting ask: "You said before that the album is almost ready."

"We'll have to wait for a while." After putting away the last document, Fang Youke closed the document bag with his eyes downcast, put on his crumpled coat, and left without heeding the folds of his clothes, "I'll go back first. Don't forget about work, I asked Sean to pick you up an hour earlier."

"Brother Fang, do you think I'm easy to cheat?" Fang Youke called Fang Youke indifferently, "I told you the first time we talked, you and I are on the same side. Regarding work, shouldn't you Keep it from me."

Fang Youke's eyelids twitched, Wen Ting always has the ability to make people think that his IQ is low.Putting down the file bag and sitting back on the sofa again, Fang Youke, who had time to straighten his folds, kept following him, "It's not a big deal, I met Zhuo Tan at Dingda before, and he volunteered when he heard that you were going to make an album. I'll ask you about it." But your brother, he also agrees. It was originally planned to start when you come back this time, but Zhuo Tan has a little trouble, so we have to wait for this matter."

Wen Ting didn't care whether Fang Youke went to Dingda for business or because he heard that Zhuo Qin was there, he only wanted to know how small the "little trouble" Fang Youke said was, so that Zhuo Qin, who kept his promise, would miss the appointment.Just looking at Wen Ting's expression, you can tell where the other party's focus is. Fang Youke doesn't hold back, "I heard that Zhuo Qin was injured a little bit and can't show up for the time being. I'm contacting other producers for you."

"What's the injury, how heavy is it?" Wen Ting sat upright, his brows subconsciously frowned.

"I don't know. I haven't been able to call him. You know that this kind of thing can't be spread indiscriminately. I only heard Ye Jing mention it and I realized that he seems to be injured." It cannot be publicized, otherwise City S may start a small wave, regardless of the underworld or the political circle.Being in the mixed entertainment industry, having seen the darkest period in the entertainment industry, the term "official and bandit family" is nothing more than turning from the bright side to the underground.

Taking a deep breath, Wen Ting tightened his fingers, "You still want to hide such a big matter from me?"

"Wen Ting, you know why I didn't tell you." Fang Youke's face turned cold, "You are an artist I brought along, and you are also my friend's younger brother. I can't let you be hurt in public or private. Zhuo Tan's family You know exactly what you are doing. Now Zhuo Qin is hiding his whereabouts and not showing up. You can tell with your ass/ass that the injury is not serious. It is definitely not a good person who dares to attack the heir of the Zhuo family. Maybe he is looking for an opportunity to do so. If you are in a hurry Hurry up to visit and let those people know that you are on good terms with each other, maybe they will pick you, a conspicuous soft persimmon, to pinch."

"So let me pretend not to know?" Wen Ting sneered, "Brother Fang may not know me well."

"It's because I understand that I don't want to tell you." I squeezed the center of my brows to drive away the irritability in my heart, "It's a pity that I know I can't hide it from you." Whether he mentions it or reads it can become a loophole. Wouldn't it be easier for him to be exposed if he lied.Sure enough, what Ye Jing said was right, he shouldn't hide it, treat his kindness as a donkey's liver and lungs, and be treated as a cold-hearted villain.

Wen Ting took out his mobile phone and turned to Zhuo Qin's phone number, "I know you are worried, but the matter may not be as serious as you think. I have been taken care of by brother Zhuo a lot. Now that he is injured, I should go to see him no matter what happens."

Seeing that Wen Ting pressed the dial button without the slightest hesitation, Fang Youke smiled helplessly. How did Ye Chengyi's nonchalant temperament give birth to a child like Wen Ting? This question can be included in the world's unsolved problems The mystery is gone.

To the surprise of the two, the call was connected quickly, and Zhuo Qin's hearty voice came from the phone, "Xiao Wen, long time no see!"

Wen Ting's heart was half relieved by the full-hearted voice, "It's been a long time, brother Zhuo, is he busy recently?"

"I have nothing to do, so I will help you make an album. But I'm afraid it won't work recently. I have something to do abroad, and I only have time next week."

After speaking fluently, Wen Ting was silent for a while, the people around him seemed to like to hide from him, even though they were all for his own good, Wen Ting felt powerless.

Wen Ting said softly, "Brother Zhuo, I see."

Zhuo Qin seemed to sigh lightly, his voice was too low to hear clearly, Wen Ting smiled instead, "I can tell from your voice that the injury is not serious, this could be in a foreign country, maybe in a hospital. Is the sick meal delicious? "

"It's delicious, I really want to eat Chengxun's cooking now." There was a voice of drooling on the phone, and Wen Ting joked: "I'm afraid I won't be able to eat it for the time being. Brother Chi is still in country M and hasn't come back. Are you here?" Where? I'm going to see how embarrassed you are now, and take a photo to show Brother Chi and Brother Yuan, it's rare to see you wearing a hospital gown. "

"Don't, those two people may use my photo as a screensaver. I'm at Bumrungrad Hospital, don't forget to bring me a piece of Fook Cheung Kee's roast duck when you come."

Wen Ting, who hung up the phone, looked at the time, and could catch up with work in the afternoon by going back and forth.Looking up at Fang Youke, he signaled with his eyes that the master is leaving, and the guests should also leave.

The demolished bridge stood up and walked out, "Don't talk too much when you go..."

With a sudden force on his back, Fang Youke, who had just put on his shoes and hadn't stood still, was pushed outside the door, and the door closed with a bang, causing the loose shoelaces to unravel.

The author has something to say: Yuan Yan, Chi Wen, and Ye Fang are all set to be spicy, but Meng Zhuo and Bian Bian still have nothing to do~ Yuwen has been thinking about their ending very seriously recently~ If the final decision is made with the little angels The expectation is different~~ Little angels please tap lightly~~~-0-~~~

☆, two people

Bumrungrad Hospital, a very special hospital in S City, is not privately run by the state. It can be located in the center of the second ring road and covers an area of ​​5000 square meters. The hospital's greenery is higher than the standard level, and the sports facilities are complete.The name of the hospital is engraved in cursive script on the marble at the main entrance, which is polished smooth all day long.After a day in the sun, the stones can be warmed even in winter. Occasionally, you can see the nearby uncles and aunts come to stroll, because the environment is better than the nearby Kangle Park.By the way, I also spread the socks and trouser legs that have no place to dry after washing on the marble, which is clean and dry quickly.Entering the hospital building, you can see a large row of photos of doctors from Yan Kingdom and non-Yan Kingdom, neatly arranged behind the glass windows, with names and personal profiles written on them, and every sentence contains the same subtext—authority .

This hospital is famous in S City for its environment, area, strong medical team, unfathomable high-level personnel behind it, and high-end consumption.There is no place to sit while hanging the water. Occasionally, patients who do not have an infusion stand and have to hold their own medicine bottles hang around. The bed is basically unnecessary. Pay three times the price for hospitalization.If you have a cold, don’t use it, just find a health center, there is no need to come here and spend 800 yuan and [-] yuan to treat the pain.

Even if it is such a place, there are still many people flocking to it.The reason for the shortage of beds and manpower is that the private wards in the hospital are comparable to the standard rooms of a five-star hotel, and the number is far more than that of ordinary wards. If you want to reserve a bed, you need to use contacts.Living here with a minor illness will leave the impression of 'So you are so capable' to the visitors.

With such a high consumption, the flow of patients can still be kept in an endless stream. The internal configuration of the hospital is naturally proportional. Even the quality of the medical staff is also very high. They speak softly and smile sweetly, so that patients feel like meeting their loved ones from the bottom of their hearts. The intimacy, those who don't know think this is not a hospital but a hotel.

It's a problem that everyone loves to gossip, especially the beautiful little nurse in the hospital.A new patient came to the ward on the twelfth floor. He is good-looking and well-known. He has been in the entertainment circle for many years and has a high level of musical attainment. The producer Zhuo Qin.There are many dignitaries who come here to see a doctor, Zhuo Qin is not too conspicuous, and his name has spread throughout the nurse circle on the first day, mainly due to his friendship with Chi Yingdi Gu Goddess Meng Tianwang Jiyuan, and the new celebrity Wen Ting.

"Hey, were you on duty on the twelfth floor yesterday?" Doctors, nurses and patients came and went, the little nurse and the people next to him gritted their teeth, "Did you see Chi Yingdi and Meng Tianwang?"

"Don't mention it, I was scared to death yesterday." The nurse patted her chest with a look of surprise.

"What's the matter, what else can happen on the twelfth floor?" The twelfth floor is the most advanced private ward floor in the hospital. The configuration is not a bit higher than other floors. The WC is more luxurious than other places, and the tiles are pasted more carefully. I'm afraid that when a noble person goes to the WC and is hit by a falling tile and has a small bag on his head, their hospital will lose a distinguished guest from then on.It is common for nobles to bring their own bodyguards to guard the door. It is too difficult for people to chat with rumors in this kind of place.

Carefully looking around, no one noticed the two of them, the nurse beckoned, and the two put their heads together, and said in a low voice, "That's the girl, she was brought in with Zhuo Qin, wasn't she in a severe coma before?" I woke up in the middle of the night last night, I don’t know why I went crazy, and I was wailing and howling in the middle of the night, scaring me to death.”

The little nurse who heard it shuddered. Hospitals that never lacked dead patients have always been places where supernatural legends are created, and they are the same here.There are few wards on the twelfth floor, so patients can rest easy, and there is only one nurse on duty.Think about it if I was on duty in the middle of the night, and suddenly a woman's cry came from a certain ward. When the breeze blew, it echoed miserably in the corridor.

"Why are you crying in the middle of the night? What happened afterwards?"

"Who knows, I didn't dare to go in. I cried for half an hour before it stopped." The little nurse flattened her mouth. She didn't like the patient's appearance. She was too thin, and her face was as if she had lost her face. A trace of flesh, sunken eye sockets, like a mummy when you close your eyes, like a thousand-year-old female corpse with eyes open, with a gloomy smell from head to toe.I heard that this woman was sent to the emergency room together with Zhuo Tan. The two people were in the ward next to each other. The first thing Zhuo Tan did after waking up was to visit her. It sounds like he knows that he has a close friendship.

These days, good cabbages are made to pigs.Zhuo Qin is also blind, that kind of woman who looks weird from appearance to behavior, she just wants to take a detour when she sees it.

"It's scary..."

The two chatting cautiously did not see a man in a suit holding a bouquet passing by. If they saw the silhouette of the man under the sunglasses, they would definitely look at each other suspiciously: like King Meng.

Without squinting, he walked to the elevator entrance, and Meng Jingchuan, who had written the words "Don't enter for strangers" from head to toe, pressed the elevator, standing up straight with a standard posture.The sunflower blooming in his arms is full of vigor and vitality, implying a prosperous and early recovery, occupying more than half of Meng Jingchuan's upper body.Meng Jingchuan sniffed, and the light floral fragrance came in without leaving a trace.

The passing ward, Meng Jingchuan, didn't even give him a wink, walked all the way to Zhuo Qin's ward, and went in without knocking on the door.

The window in the ward faced south, Zhuo Qin didn't draw the curtains, enough light came in and Shen Ke in the ward was swept away, the room was full of vitality.Flower baskets and bouquets were crowded on the window sills, and they were piled on the ground if they couldn't fit, forming a mountain of flowers in the southwest corner.Behind another door on the north side is the toilet, and there is a white screen partition in front of the door.There is not much space in front of the screen. There is a single bed and a small cabinet. There is a humidifier on the cabinet, and the water mist erupts outward in a straight line.Zhuo Qin was sitting on the hospital bed, wearing a white and blue striped hospital gown, with a thick gauze wrapped around his head to cover one eyebrow, his left hand was hung around his neck with a plaster cast, and the thin quilt on his body was pulled to his waist.

Zhuo Qin, who looked seriously injured, leaned on the soft white pillow and looked out of the window.At the height of the twelfth floor, the outline of the hospital can be clearly seen. There are flowers, trees, and fountains downstairs. There are also people coming and going, wearing white coats or hospital gowns, and new patients are being carried in. It is too far away to see. clear face.The glass windows were wiped clean, without any fingerprints, and the sky outside was just right. The sky in the urban area was not as blue as a pool of water, nor dotted with clouds. It looked very empty.

Hearing the 'da da' sound of leather shoes, Zhuo Qin turned his face, put his uninjured right hand behind his head and leaned back, "I said it's fine, why do you come here every day, you're too busy."

Meng Jingchuan took off his sunglasses expressionlessly, and piled the bouquet on the top of the flower mountain. When he found that the position was not right, he stretched out his hand to help it, and adjusted it to the most conspicuous angle before saying, "Is she awake?"

"Wake up." Zhuo Tan was woken up by the crying around him in the middle of the night last night, and after thinking about it, he still didn't go.

At some point, one of the petals of the sunflower in the middle of the bouquet curled up, and she stretched out her hand to pinch the edge to smooth it out. Meng Jingchuan didn't raise her head, "What did she say?"

"What can I say, who would want such a thing to happen." Zhuo Qin stared at the grid pattern on the ceiling, "The old chairman of the An family is dead, and she also lost a leg, so I don't have to worry about the An family anymore."

His fingers paused, and the corners of Meng Jingchuan's mouth twitched, "Aren't you going to break the engagement?"

"Tsk." Zhuo Qin felt like being looked down upon by others, and the object was still a best friend who had been with him for more than 20 years. This feeling was really uncomfortable, "She is already like that, why should I break off the engagement?"

Meng Jingchuan, who didn't control his strength, accidentally tore off a petal and placed it lightly on the stamen. Meng Jingchuan turned around with an indescribably solemn expression, "Do you really want to guard a disabled person in your next life?"

It was rare for Zhuo Qin not to smile, his eyes were as quiet as a pool of water without waves, "Xiao Chuan, Bian Bian is already very pitiful, I can't make her more pitiful."

"If it wasn't for you, she wouldn't even have her life now." Zhuo Qin had several layers of bandages wrapped around his head, and the left and right pinches of his usually neat hair protruded horizontally. Chuan's tone was even colder, "She is not your obligation."

"It's the same for me to live with anyone. Bian's family and Zhuo's family still have a relationship, so Bianbian is a good choice." Pulling away a hair that fell on his face, Zhuo Qin smiled and laughed, "I saved Bianbian and Marry her, maybe she will be grateful to me as a lifesaver, and from now on, she will obey me and turn a blind eye to everything, so she won't be afraid of someone controlling me."

Zhuo Tan smiled indifferently, marriage was not even a big deal in his eyes.Meng Jingchuan felt like a big stone was pressing on his chest, making him unable to breathe, so he turned around and left without saying a word. The sound of the leather shoes colliding with the floor was a bit louder than when he came, but he didn't lose his temper at the door.

Hearing the sound of the door gently opening and closing, Zhuo Qin's upright body slowly slid into the quilt, forgetting that his left hand was injured and accidentally lifted it up, grinning instantly stimulated by the pain in his bones, I couldn't touch the plaster cast, so I could only stand dryly and wait for the pain to pass.

When Wen Ting came in, what he saw was Zhuo Tan with his left hand in plaster raised in the air, the quilt slid halfway to the floor, the hospital gown loosely wrapped around his body, his hair messed up and his face full of pain.Following Wen Ting in was the middle-aged caregiver who came back with lunch.Seeing Zhuo Qin's painful expression, the nurse hurriedly put the dinner plate aside, picked up the quilt and covered Zhuo Qin's body, and asked nervously, "Mr. Zhuo, are you okay? Is the wound open?"

Wen Ting walked to the hospital bed in two or three steps to help Zhuo Qin up, and said with a smile, "Brother Zhuo, is there anything uncomfortable?"

"Don't make a fuss, it's just that you accidentally bumped into it just now. It's not a big deal." Zhuo Qin sat down following Wen Ting's strength, and quickly waved Wen Ting's hand away, "It's like hemiplegia, just a little It’s just an injury, one or both are nervous.”

"I won't be nervous if you can stand still on the hospital bed." Tucking the corner of the quilt for Zhuo Qin, Wen Ting casually put the flower basket on the ground, and lifted the plastic bag that was not put down, "Your roast duck, a total of 200 yuan Yuan, thank you."

"It's really expensive. The store only sells it for [-]." Zhuo Qin's eyes lit up, he quickly grabbed the bag, and tore off the buttons with one hand. The aroma of duck meat immediately wafted out of the bag and filled the entire ward.

"You have to give some tips, right? Brother Zhuo is not a stingy person." The nurse hesitated to speak, and Wen Ting asked her: "Brother Zhuo, can you eat less?"

At first the nurse wanted to say no, but when she saw Wen Ting taking off her sunglasses, her eyes suddenly blurred. Although she is already the mother of two children, and the eldest son is in high school, she can't control the girl's heart that has been sealed for a long time. Jumping up, he couldn't say no to such a handsome young man, "One, a little bit is fine."

"Okay, I will look at Brother Zhuo and let him eat a little." Helping Zhuo Qin open the seasoning box, Wen Ting said with a smile: "Brother Zhuo, you can only eat one leg."

The duck in front of him flew away without wings, Zhuo Qin was dumbfounded as Wen Ting tore off a duck leg through the bag and handed it to him, "You don't, you still have to count as the leg if you eat some meat."

"Duck meat is cold, so you can't eat too much in spring. You still have wounds on your body, so you can't eat too greasy. It's not bad if I allow you to eat a leg." Wen Ting tore off a piece of duck meat and put it in his mouth. "It's delicious."

Zhuo Qin: "..."

The guard on the background wall stared at Wen Ting for a while, and then suddenly realized, isn't this the Wen Ting who often appears on TV recently.Except for the national news at 10 o'clock every day, recently I can see him on any TV channel for no more than [-] minutes.

The nurse sighed inwardly. This child looked younger than his son. It is said that he went abroad to develop in his early twenties. The trend is quite good, as you can tell from the screen exposure.What's rare is that she became an international star and spoke very politely to her nurse. I thought that the more famous people are, the bigger they are in private. It seems that idols are not so two-faced. Occasionally, there will be one or two innocent people who are not stained. lotus.

Wen Ting was a man of promise, and said that he would only give one duck leg, and would not give any more skin.After chatting for a while, Wen Ting poured Zhuo Qin a glass of water to moisten his throat, "Auntie, I don't think the water is hot anymore, please help Zhuo get a new pot."

"Oh." The nurse took the kettle and went out. Wen Ting looked at Zhuo Qin's face and was about to leave, "Brother Zhuo is recovering from his illness these days, don't worry about the album, I'll talk to Brother Fang, we'll talk about it when you leave the hospital .”

"I wanted to help you, but instead I held you back." Zhuo Tan sighed. He had wanted to help Wen Ting make an album for a long time, and finally had the opportunity, so this happened.You can strike while the iron is hot. Wen Ting is very popular now, and the sooner the album is released, the better it will be. After all, he is the one who delayed Wen Ting.

"Look at what you said, I was the one who was helped. I haven't thanked you yet, but you blame yourself." Before Zhuo Qin could answer, Wen Ting put on his sunglasses and went out, not forgetting to take away the rest He waved his hands without looking back, "I'll come to see you some other day."

He closed the door softly, glanced at the nurse who had just left the corridor, and Wen Ting walked over quickly, "Auntie, when will Brother Zhuo be discharged from the hospital?" Zhuo Tan didn't want to talk about his injuries, and Wen Ting didn't open his mouth either. , This kind of thing is better to ask the nurse than to ask yourself.

The nurse looked back in surprise, looked at Wen Ting and then at the location of Zhuo Qin's ward, wondering how he could catch up so quietly at such a long distance?

"The wound on Mr. Zhuo's head is fine. It will heal in about a week. The fracture on his left hand is a bit troublesome. It will take more than two months to heal after a [-]-day injury."

After getting the answer he wanted, Wen Ting finally felt relieved, and said with a smile, "It seems that Brother Zhuo will trouble Auntie for a while, so I will take care of Auntie for a while."

Reach out and don't hit the smiling person, not to mention that Wen Ting's smile has a halo, the nurse was shaken dizzy, and lightly agreed, "It should, it should."

Wen Ting, who had achieved his goal, walked towards the elevator, and when he passed by Zhuo Qin's ward, he stayed a little far away on purpose.

There was a muffled 'pop' sound from the ward next to Zhuo Tan, Wen Ting paused slightly, and glanced at a small glass window on the door.

Different from Zhuo Qin's sunny room, this ward looks dark from the window, the curtains should be drawn tightly, the only light coming in through the gaps in the fabric, and only the end of the bed can be vaguely seen.

It took a second to focus on the window of the stranger's ward, and Wen Ting walked away indifferently.There is no one who lives here without a nurse. Even if the nurse is in the room now, he will come back later. It has nothing to do with him.

In the dark ward, the curtains were as tight as Wen Ting imagined, but the light coming in from the small window on the door of the ward was the brightest piece.The reflection on the ground near the door dimmed and then brightened, and the side lying on the ground with the back of its head upturned laughed mockingly.

Today's side has long lost its original beauty, just like what the whispering little nurse described, it looks like haggard hair like hay, not only the face, but the whole body except for the skin and bones, the smallest hospital gown is on her body, As empty as the roomy costumes you wear when you sing.Sometimes I feel that if the wind in S City is a little stronger, she will be able to go to the sky.

Why is this happening?

It seems that since An Ning died, she can never go back to the original side. Life is like a cross-stitch that has been turned upside down, changing from a bright landscape painting to a mess of threads.The turbulence of settling down, the running around, the parents urging marriage, the fiancé who refused without a trace, all the bad and unfortunate things that cannot be changed rushed to her face, and she felt more and more difficult to breathe.

In fact, it shouldn't be like this. Father An can give up the position of chairman, and spend the rest of his life peacefully guarding his roots. Even if An Ning is not filial, he can try his best to do well what An Ning can no longer do.She can also obey her parents' advice and marry Zhuo Qin as soon as possible, and the two families will start a new round of close cooperation, so that she will change from a socialite to a noble lady.When Zhuo Qin inherits the Zhuo family, she can still be the legendary 'Madame of the Underworld'.

Everything is too late.

Covering her mouth, she looked hard at the top of her head, and the sour smell in her nose hit her forehead. She didn't want to cry, she had cried enough.The doctor said that she had broken a leg, and that her condition might worsen. The car accident injured not only her leg, but also her spine. The worst result was lower body paralysis, and she could only lie down or sit in a wheelchair , Food, clothing, housing, transportation, eating, drinking and toileting all need help from others.She didn't cry when she got the news when she woke up, and the more she thought about it in the middle of the night, the more terrifying she was, and she couldn't help shouting and screaming in fright, and then she understood that no matter how much she cried, she couldn't get her leg back.

He closed his feverish eyes, suppressed the desire/desire to lift the quilt to see the mutilated limbs, and lay powerlessly on the ground, silently like an abandoned doll.Something fell out of the collar and fell to the ground with a 'ding'.He opened his eyes sideways, picked it up and looked at it.

With the help of the dim light, she can see that there are still delicate designs on her nails. What is more delicate is a small square photo box between the index finger and thumb. Under this kind of light, the small photo box is also beautiful. Suffused with soft silver luster.

He grabbed the small photo box and placed it over his heart. The tears he had endured for a long time could no longer be controlled. They hit the ground like beads and soon turned into a puddle of water.

Why should Zhuo Qin save her, let her die with Father An, so that she can see the two people she wants to see most.

The author has something to say: the language has become a little...high and profound...【Cover your face

Did the little angel understand~~--~~...

Recently, the manuscripts have been relatively rich, and the language wants to be added~~

Come back later, push the plot as soon as possible to when Chi Wen and the two of them are together~~~

☆, scary

The TV station is always busy, major TV dramas, major live broadcast stations, major talent shows and major programs, how long does it take for a program to end before the next program starts, and the minutes and seconds of each commercial time must be counted.Some powerful teams fell from the sky suddenly, and the rehearsed rhythm was disrupted, so a new wave of calculations began.The programs shown on the TV are always in an orderly manner, but in fact, the TV station staff will be exhausted every day.After watching too many ups and downs in the showbiz, and getting used to the busy and realistic life, people's vision becomes more precise, and their attitude is different from when they were fledgling. There is less sincerity and enthusiasm, and more shrewdness and burnout.

Everyone thinks that if you watch it long enough and long enough, you can tell which artist has potential with just a few glances.Big-name entertainers demanded to prevent the show from opening up.Those who are not well-known can be treated equally, and those who are good-looking and pleasing to the eye can be taken care of. The lighting should be better, the angle of the camera should be turned around, and the host’s topics should be more lenient. A program may become a small prop for them to increase their popularity. .When you are a little popular, you just think of yourself as a wrist, pointing fingers and not being seen by the staff as human beings, always thinking that you are superior, you are only a word away from a superstar, and you can make a big headline tomorrow to occupy the attention of the people. This kind of person is very difficult go one step further.

The former is rare, and the latter is also rare. It is more about having a fixed exposure rate in front of the screen, and those whose status is not high or low are in a dilemma, such as the former MEN.

The level of singing is average, but there are no fewer albums. The covers are better than the content. They all rely on their long legs and faces to attract fans. The fan base is either girls or girls.Infected by the country of Bang, this kind of group has sprung up like mushrooms after rain in Yan country. The MEN a year ago was still one of the most eye-catching ones, but unfortunately it is difficult to go further.The entertainment system in Bangguo is more mature. Idols have practiced in the company for many years before they can make their debut. They have been practicing singing and dancing since they were in school. Even more flattering than Yan Guo, girl fans are dazzled by the idols of Bang Guo, and very few of them can maintain high enthusiasm for Yan Guo idols.

Facts have proved that the eyes of the masses are discerning. MEN disappeared from the public eye in an extremely spectacular way. They guessed the ending correctly, but they didn't guess the other ending, which was Zhong Zisu and Wen Tinghuo.When MEN died in such an ugly way, a gap in the world TV circle was opened through a TV series, and several leading actors were pushed to the international stage.

People who have not guessed it would like to get into the cracks in the ground, thinking about which brain circuit has gone wrong, and can imagine real life so mysteriously.But they couldn't. In fact, they had to go to work, and when Wen Ting came to the TV station, they all gave way, nodded politely and called 'Young Master Wen'.Compared with when the MEN came a year ago, their indifferent, blunt, and casual attitudes are completely different.

It's okay to slap in the face, but it hurts so much to slap yourself in the face, and it's very embarrassing.Will Wen Ting mind their previous attitude?

To everyone's surprise, Wen Ting smiled and nodded to everyone who greeted everyone, without arrogance, negligence or arrogance, and even more approachable than when he came a year ago, unlike before, he would just look at it blankly Then look away.Wen Ting passed by with graceful steps. Many people were surprised and impressed by the calm and conspicuous temperament after becoming famous, and at the same time thought of a word: Fan.

In the large dressing room contracted by one person, Wen Ting, who had put on her make-up, quietly looked down at the notebook.The makeup artist next to him put away his tools lightly, and then quietly exited. Xiao En sent the person to the door and said politely, "Thank you for your hard work."

"No, no, Brother Xiao, please don't say that." The makeup artist waved his hands in trepidation, "It's my honor to be able to make up Wen Shao."

Xiao En was confused by the attitude of the makeup artist. The people he used to deal with on the set were all about the same age as him. Everyone called him Brother Xiao. He thought that he was just a little precocious, but he was actually younger than him.The older ones have higher positions, and Sean always calls them Big Brother and Big Sister.The make-up artist in front of him was obviously over 30 years old. The powder on his face couldn't cover the small wrinkles around his eyes. The style of dressing belonged to the taste category of a stranger in his mother's era. No matter how he looked, he was older than himself. Xiao En quickly followed suit and returned to makeup. Still thinking about it all the time.

Wen Ting read the script carefully, put his hands on his forehead when he put it down, closed his eyes and meditated for a while.The interview program Fang Youke arranged for him is not in the same direction as Mi Ke’s "Focus on Light and Shadow", but focuses on emotional topics, such as the bitterness of youth, the hardships behind becoming famous, and those who have a bad family background. Come to a section of "my story without a father". To put it bluntly, it is a show that bloggers like to make tears. In the script, there is a question about Wen Ting's life in the orphanage.

This kind of program is very good, the host will be even better, and the ratings of the program are also very good, almost the same as "Focus on Light and Shadow".It is easy for the audience to feel compassion for the protagonist when they listen to the sensational stories while watching the show.

The program group is very kind, and the questions asked are all positive, and sensitive ones are avoided, such as those related to MEN.If it was a year ago, I am afraid there would not be such treatment.It is human nature to step on the highs and the lows, and Wen Ting is no less concerned than people in the entertainment industry.

After thinking about how to answer, Wen Ting took out his mobile phone, found Princess Shoes Weibo, clicked in and saw himself on the screen.Then I found the support group website, with colorful fonts in different colors, Yan Guowen, English Sunset Empire and Chinese language, all kinds of information that I could understand but not understand made Wen Ting laugh.Wen Ting leaned back in his chair, staring at himself in the mirror in a daze.

The man in the mirror was as handsome as ever, but compared to a year ago, there was an inexplicable difference.

He lowered his head and sent a text message to Chi Chengxun.

Brother Chi, Brother Zhuo were injured, but nothing serious happened.After thinking about it, he started typing again and wanted to say 'I went to see it' so that Ji Chengxun was completely relieved. As soon as the word "Guo" was typed in pinyin, the other party replied to the message