Mr. Xu is an attack, he was reborn

Ms. Deng couldn't get in touch with her hapless artist. She blamed Zhou Guican for being too quiet recently. She worked obediently, marketed seriously, and worked hard to make money. Stupid, she thought that Zhou Guican's madness had passed, who knew she would lose contact again!

Lost again!Villa, company, home, Mr. Xu's studio, there are no people anywhere!Xu Ao couldn't be contacted either.

He would be lost for three or four days, and if it wasn't for the paparazzi hot search to photograph him wandering outside the peak sea and blue sky, Ms. Deng would not be able to find Zhou Guican's shadow.

The reporter is an acquaintance, so he didn't post any photos, but he kindly called and informed: "Sister Deng, I saw Xiao Zhou was on the side of Fenghailantian, and the guards didn't let him in. Fortunately, I saw him, otherwise he would be surrounded immediately. , well, I coax him to the coffee shop now, oops, he doesn't look good, come and take a look first."

At the red light, Ms. Deng cursed angrily and slammed the steering wheel with a fist: "Fang, please help me to see the person, I will come over right away, don't let him run away."

"Okay, don't worry."

After hanging up the phone, Ms. Deng frowned.

I have a bad premonition in my heart, Fenghailantian?That place is...Xu Ao's home. Every time Zhou Guican finished filming, he would run to Fenghai Lantian. The house arranged for him never lived. How could he not be able to get in?

Did he break up with Xu Ao?

Damn, this dead boy, just tell him not to mess around!

Twelve seconds before the green light, Ms. Deng's phone rang. She looked down, her pupils shrank, connected the Bluetooth headset, and answered the phone in a steady tone: "Hello, I'm Zhao Xiuen."

The uncle of the reporter tried his best to stop the big star from leaving the private room. The big star shook his head, and Chen Ken said: "Brother, I'm not being arrogant, I'll ask again, there's no way I can't get in."

"Uh, Xiao Zhou, what month is it now, your face is so pale now, you must have hypoglycemia, drink some black tea to warm your stomach first."

When the reporter touched Zhou Guican's clothes, it was wet with moisture, and it was actually damp. He wanted to ask, but seeing Zhou Guican's silent and sad expression, he couldn't say a word, so he sighed and said: "Being a star is stressful. You young people should relax earlier and stop digging into the horns."

He didn't even pretend to go out, his eyebrows were lowered, his body was cold, and he was lost like a lonely ghost.

Too young, looks a few years younger than his son, but he has also been in the circle for several years, everything is in his heart, and it is easy to go wrong when he is depressed.

Look at that face, haggard is really haggard, the eyes are swollen out of shape, and the speech is still very organized, but the eyes are dark and piercing, which is not as bright as the sun in the usual days.

Hey, neither job is easy.

The reporter compared his heart with his heart, and really felt a little pitiful for the star who was dazed on the sofa.

Duh--

The door knocked twice.

Zhou Guican moved his eyes, looked towards the door, sat up suddenly, and his breathing became heavy in vain.

"Zhou Guican, you've grown up." Ms. Zhao sneered, suppressing her anger, showing her white teeth.

Zhou Guican didn't look at her, but focused on the man next to Ms. Zhao, a middle-aged man who had experienced vicissitudes of life, his facial features were elegant, his temples were frosty white, his steps and tone of voice had a kind of natural elegance and arrogance, his expression was disdainful, and he was also very indifferent , staring at Zhou Guican, raised his face slightly.

"Chen Zhihui."

Zhou Guican stood up and called the man by his name.

Ms. Deng's eyebrows trembled in fright, and she wanted to teach him a lesson. She was only pretending to be angry, and more because of the anxiety of having to compromise due to power. She wanted to remind Zhou Guican that the other party seemed to understand Chen Zhihui's purpose better than he did. Shen cold.

"Oh? Zhou Sheng still remembers me." Chen Zhihui smiled faintly, left the other two people in the private room, chose a separate sofa chair to sit down, and said softly: "Please sir and Ms. Zhao make room for me. "

Ms. Zhao moved her lips. She is such a shrewd and capable woman, she can't say a word in front of Chen Zhihui, and it has no effect on the current situation. She took a deep look at Zhou Guican, and walked out of the room with the reporter. close the door.

Zhou Guican could hold his breath. After four or five years of ups and downs, as long as he was not facing Xu Ao, he would not panic. He made a cup and poured himself tea, and took a sip slowly.

Chen Zhihui had a good time, and in the long silence, there was only the slight sound of raising and lowering the teacup. For so many years, there are very few people who can drink tea in front of him without changing their expressions, let alone he is still very young.

Chen Zhihui raised a little interest, and the corner of his mouth slightly curled up: "You don't ask me why I am looking for you."

Zhou Guican was calm and composed, looking straight into Chen Zhihui's eyes without a single evasion: "If I don't ask, you will also say that Mr. Chen came to see me, and he will not ask me to drink tea." .”

Chen Zhihui smiled, and the fine lines at the corners of his eyes deepened. When he was young, he was also a romantic figure. When he was middle-aged, he became more stable, mature, and unfathomable. But Zhou Guican only felt that smile was sinister and evil, biting people's bones.

"What a powerful kid, you don't weigh yourself when you speak. Has anyone told you, don't imitate others to speak harshly, plucking a pheasant has to learn to bow your head, and now no one will protect you anymore."

Zhou Guican's face was slightly pale, he let out a breath, put his hands in his coat pockets, and said with a blank expression, "I don't need anyone to protect me, and I don't have the patience to argue with you. If you want to say something, say it as soon as possible. I still have something to do."

These were extremely rude words, Zhou Guican couldn't find a way to contact Xu Ao, Chen Zhihui would not come to him for no reason, it must have something to do with Xu Ao.

Early in the morning, he guessed that Mr. Xu's repeated illnesses had something to do with Chen Zhihui, but the two had a special relationship, so he couldn't do anything.

Zhou Guican slightly lowered his eyelids, pinching his fingertips into his palms.

Chen Zhihui smiled instead of anger, his eyes seemed to be nostalgic, but also seemed to be resentful: "You look like Xu Ao when he was young. You are invincible, and you look like I am the best in the world."

Zhou Guican pursed his lips, and Chen Zhihui continued: "I told you once, if you want to stay by Xu Ao's side for a long time, don't tell him that you like him. You can't understand me. Now he committed suicide and was hospitalized. Who is to blame?"

Zhou Guican took a long time to piece together a short paragraph to understand.

His blood flowed backwards, and countless cold thorns pierced into his bones, making him unable to stabilize his body, and he stood up as if swinging, his pale face could not maintain calm, cracks appeared in the coldness and vigilance: " What?" He gritted his teeth fiercely, his throat lost his voice, and after a while he asked quickly and anxiously: "What do you mean? Suicide? What did you say?"

Even though he acted like an angry lion, Chen Zhihui felt that it was just a dog with fragile bones, a dog protecting its master, so he got angry at him, what was there to be afraid of?

So he looked at Zhou Guican coldly, with the corners of his mouth curled up mockingly, and said in a low voice: "It's suicide, don't you know? He is not a normal person. He has been ill for many years. At any rate, I can come out every time, but who knows that you are so good, you really have the ability to touch people's hearts, hehe, he can't live without you now, he can't bear the loneliness anymore, stand up again by himself, you are so important to him, aren't you Should you be very happy? After all, I think you like him a lot, or in the current words, are you true love?"

He laughed for a while as he talked, as if he was really happy.

Zhou Guican opened his eyes wide, stared at him blankly, and then seemed to react suddenly, his teeth chattered uncontrollably.

Chen Zhihui felt that he should be a person who could bear grievances very well. The young man looked at him anxiously, his tears did not fall from the beginning to the end. He grabbed the edge of the table with his fingers and begged with a pale face: "Mr. Chen, I want to see him. please."

Chen Zhihui smiled: "I was here to pick you up to see him. Don't think I'm a bad person. The days will be so long in the future. I don't want Xu Ao to accompany his sister so early. Aqiong will be sad."

When he mentioned Xu Qiong, his expression finally softened for a moment, straightened up, Chen Zhihui stared at Zhou Guican coldly: "I once said, don't show the slightest liking in front of him, if you want to be with him for a long time, don't I have feelings, do you think I’m talking casually, huh? But this is more interesting, Xu Ao still dares to like men, it seems that Arjun is really nothing in his heart, this kind of ungrateful dog deserves to die , but he can’t die now, only 14 years ago, few people remember Arjun.”

"Leaving me alone to pay respects to Arjun is too lonely, one more person is also good, you go to accompany him, accompany him through the past, from year to year, we will live together, Arjun said that he wants him to be safe and happy, grow up He has lived a hundred years, and he has only passed a few years, and a long life is a year, and we are all alive and living together."

Chen Zhihui stood up, calmly.

"Zhou Guican, I'll take you to meet him, but if you want him to live, just remember, don't let him see your sincerity, not even a sliver."

"The more you love him, the more he feels guilty and unworthy. I advise you to treat him as an object. The more he likes you, the faster he will die. This time it is a warning, not a threat from me."

As Chen Zhihui said, he suddenly held his forehead and laughed nervously: "Let's go, you must want to see how he looks."

Zhou Guican pursed his lips tightly, his face lost expression, he didn't react too much, he became more and more calm, more and more silent, like a ghost walking in the barrenness, facing the only light.

He wants to see Xu Ao.

That's it.

After taking the first step, he realized that his hands and feet were already stiff, and his lips were bleeding from the bite. Zhou Guican followed behind Chen Zhihui unconsciously, facing Sister Zhao's worried gaze, he could only apologize in a low voice.

"I may not be able to work these days, sorry, Miss Zhao."

Ms. Zhao was taken aback by the artist's red eyes, and hastily patted him on the shoulder: "It's okay to rest for a few days, take care of yourself."

I can't tell you anything else, I can only watch the artist walk up to the black Bentley at the door with heavy steps.

The reporter didn't know why, and was even confused: "How did Chen Zhihui know Xiao Zhou?"

Ms. Zhao was so worried that she didn't know how to answer for a while.

Long Lake Hospital.

Chen Zhihui got out of the car and took Zhou Guican directly to the independent ward on the third floor. He stopped at the door without entering. His tall body watched for a while through a layer of glass, and made an angry sound that he didn't know whether it was joy or anger.

"Woke up and passed out for three days and two nights, go in and see him."

Zhou Guican's footsteps were heavy and he kept silent. He took a deep look at Chen Zhihui. The man with frosty temples was cold and sharp, with a hint of sarcasm in the corner of his mouth. this ward.

The ward was deserted, with a few rays of sunlight falling on the tips of my hair.

There was no sound, only faint breathing ups and downs could be heard quietly.

The man was lying on the hospital bed, with a thick gauze wrapped around his neck, his face and sheets were snow-white, so white that it was full of lifelessness, without a trace of blood.

Zhou Guican walked a little closer, the man opened his eyes, the depths of the pupils were deep and empty, and a little water slowly floated up, looking at him blankly like this, his gray lips moved, and the soft voice would be blown by the wind. broken.

"Zhou... Gui... Can."

Zhou Guican pulled up the stool and sat down, held the man's cold hand and pressed it to his cheek, not letting him see his expression, his voice was extremely gentle.

"Leo, I'm here."

"Ah."

The man blinked his eyes and closed them slowly and tiredly.

Zhou Guican's emotions collapsed, he tried hard to suppress himself from choking, but the tears kept rolling down, wet the man's palm, he gritted his teeth, his whole chest was heaving sharply, gasping for breath, trembling And sobbed silently.

A flower was inserted in an empty bottle, and the curtains were opened to see the lakeside in the distance, as well as the magnolias planted on both sides of the road.

It will take no more than 24 hours for the patient to recover from first aid. Mr. 302 recovered in good condition after waking up, but he didn’t like to talk and was in a daze all day long. Smiles and no communication.

She thought Mr. 302 was dumb, but one day he heard him talking to his relatives. The relative who took care of 302 was a very young star, but he was meticulous and thoughtful. Not show off star airs.

It's just that the expression is a bit serious, and when he leaves the ward, his face is slumped, and he looks very tired, the same expression as the gentleman in 302 when he is in a daze.

The little nurse doesn't know the grievances of wealthy families, but the person who can stab his own throat with a knife is not something ordinary people can do. Although the treatment was timely and he did not cause brain death due to excessive blood loss, the gentleman was moderately anemic, chronically depressed, and physically His quality is not very good, and he won't be able to leave the hospital for a while.

Fortunately, there is a caring relative with me, but the atmosphere between the two of them is very strange. After the condition stabilizes, Mr. 302 is reluctant to see big stars, but he really can’t see anyone and stays still all day long, and he also takes medicine Sleeping, but the spirit is terribly poor, as if he will die suddenly in the next second.

It is a big deal for a patient to have an accident due to improper care, but the patient who eats and sleeps well simply does not want to live, what can be done about it?

The big star cried several times, until he was reminded by the rich man surnamed Chen that he changed his approach to the patient.

One day, the big star brought a cowardly-looking boy to see Mr. 302. The three chatted for a long time, and the atmosphere was good. The little nurse opened the door without looking sideways, and performed routine inspections three times a day.

No one paid attention to her, the little nurse did her own work.

And it was the first time she heard Mr. 302's voice directly. It was low and hoarse, clear and cold, and a proper male voice: "So it's a classmate, do you like it?" Mr. 302 said lightly, and there was no more , the little nurse was very excited in her heart, and she still had a noble and glamorous appearance. She prepared the medicine and handed it to the relatives, who poured water for the patients to eat.

The big star said: "That's right, Leo, look, I'm doing well."

The patient nodded, and after a while he said, "I see."

After this period of cultivation, fortunately, the patient no longer looked like he was going to die at any time. Although his expression was cold, his complexion became healthier.

The big star lowered his head in embarrassment, and said to the cowardly little boy, "Ayou, you go first, I have a few words with Mr. Xu."

The little boy who is a little boy is very cute, he nodded foolishly, and went out obediently with Bao in his arms. The big star kept looking at the back of the little boy, as if he was very happy and nostalgic.

Since then, the big star has often come to see Mr. 302 with the little counselor. Mr. 302, who had been reluctant to see the big star after he recovered, stopped driving him away. He seems to have accepted the care of his relatives. Although he is still often in a daze, he will not regenerate Lying on the bed without love, with the company of relatives, the recovery was faster.

The big star used to only have Mr. 302 in his eyes, but later his eyes often turned around the little counselor, with the attitude of an admirer. The little nurse didn't know what the relationship between them was. Anyway, as long as relatives come to accompany the room, Mr. 302 It will make you happier and less lifeless.

Could it be that the reason for refusing to take care of relatives before is because the other party is a single dog?God, doesn't this kind of plot only happen when the aunt in her seventies and eighties uses her illness to force her children to marry?

Do young people nowadays start to worry about the juniors at the age of 30?Still looking for a boyfriend?Could it be that the slow wifi in the hospital has made her even more out of date?

The little nurse muttered in her heart, but she was conscientious on the outside.

Two months later, Mr. 302 was successfully discharged from the hospital alive and well. With the help of his relative, Mr. Big Star, he was packing up his things the night before, and he was happily preparing to leave the hospital. The patient seemed to be in a better mood, not so cold.

The little nurse was on duty late at night. She passed by the third floor and couldn't help but go to the ward to take a look. It was very late at night and everything was silent. Mr. 3 was lying on the bed and fell asleep. The little nurse glanced at it and was about to leave when she suddenly found a figure beside the curtain. , she was startled, could it be a bad guy? !

The moonlight was soft, the black shadow leaned over, and the young man with handsome facial features was the big star who often accompanied the room. The little nurse just breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the little star lowered her head, moved slowly and carefully, and kissed Mr. 302 almost reverently It wasn't a brother's kiss, the face glistened with tears in the moonlight.

The little nurse covered her mouth and left quietly without making a sound.

Because of this incident, she has a deep memory of Mr. 302, but she is always busy working in the hospital, and the little nurse forgot about it after a while.

Thinking about it again, almost half a year later, there was a serious car collision on Shuixi Road in the seaside. A truck overspeeded and overturned, crushing a car and injuring many people because it was close to the sidewalk.

But only two died.

A luxury car driver, who seemed to be a rich man, hit the truck head-on from the driver's seat, was crushed in half on the spot, and died before reaching the hospital.

The other was a man in his 30s, who was affected by the impact. His skull was fractured and his ribs were shattered, causing massive internal bleeding. He was sent to the hospital and died.

The little nurse took a look when covering the white sheet.

It's Mr. 302.

She was stunned for a while, then slowly pulled up the quilt, covering the gray face.

The author has something to say: the past life is over, and the next chapter is the perspective of the reborn Mr. Xu.Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution~

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