The director is denying the relationship again [entertainment circle]

There are many customers and heavy workload at this spot, so Lu Xia bit the bullet and asked the boss to ask for leave, and made mental preparations before opening the curtain.

Sure enough, the corner of the boss's mouth drooped, his eyes narrowed like a fox, and he said vaguely, "This...how long are you going to be away?"

"uncertain."

The boss seemed a bit embarrassed: "Xiao Lu, you have to know that wages don't wait for anyone, and today's wages will be halved."

Hearing that the money would be halved, Lu Xia's heart twitched, she nodded with a sinking face, turned around and left without saying anything.

He had never been to a hospital, and he usually prescribed some medicine in a black clinic in a shantytown when he got sick. Although the name of the hospital was somewhat familiar, he really didn't know where it was.

In the end, Lu Xia stopped a person on the side of the road to ask for directions.

The man hissed and said, "The Central Hospital is in the city center, quite far away, why don't you take a taxi, the taxi driver knows where it is."

Lu Xia has always searched and searched. She would rather go to the ground and get blisters than take a taxi. After hesitating for a while, she gritted her teeth and stopped a taxi. He is reimbursed.

The hospital is in the busiest part of the city, and the car stopped and stopped for half an hour before finally stopping at the door.

There was an endless stream of people coming to see the doctor, and Lu Yan was carried forward by the crowd. Although she didn't know where to go, she still entered the outpatient clinic with a calm face, refused the little nurse's help, and called the teacher .

By the time he took the elevator up to the third floor, Fu Zhiyang was already tormented by the disinfectant and was about to pass out from the pain.

The doctor in a white coat quickly grabbed his arm that was about to retract, and said with a helpless smile: "You have to endure the pain. If you don't take the medicine, it will become inflamed and fester."

Fu Zhiyang grinned his teeth in pain, frowned and stared at the ground, insisting on not saying a word.

There were wounds on his forehead, arms, legs, and even his waist and abdomen. The school uniform was torn to pieces, the neckline was barely hanging on his shoulders, his collarbone was covered in bruises, his arms were covered with blood, and there was a big gash. It's frightening.

The teacher who was by his side just now has gone out, the one who fought with him is not much better than him, the female teacher walked back and forth between the two departments on high heels, suffocated and had no place to vent her anger, she was ruthless Stepping on the floor, the crisp sound gradually faded away.

Even in this embarrassment, Fu Zhiyang still had a hostile expression on his face, his chest heaved slightly, and the fierce light in his eyes hadn't faded away, like a lion cub with furred hair, full of plans on how to beat that person again when he went out.

The doctor looked up at him, and said with a smile: "Little friend, are you fighting with someone or are you fighting for your life? Don't be so impulsive in the future, it hurts so much that parents feel so distressed."

Fu Zhiyang's expression became even uglier when the pot was left unopened and which pot was lifted.

Half an hour ago, the teacher sent the two of them to the hospital in a hurry. On the way, he took out his mobile phone to make a call. How could Fu Zhiyang not know who she was going to call.

His father in name didn't want to care about him at all, and Fu Zhiyang didn't want to have anything to do with him anymore, and immediately said: "Teacher! My father is on a business trip, and I recently stayed at my uncle's house."

Just like that, "Uncle" Lu Xia pushed the door open and entered with a sullen face.

Fu Zhiyang didn't turn his head when he heard the doorbell, thinking it was the teacher who had left and returned, but the next second he was startled by Lu Xia who suddenly called out.

Lu Xia said coolly, "Why fight when you have nothing to do?"

"..." Fu Zhiyang turned his head, and forced out a smile that didn't look like a smile to Lu Xia, his big eyes were wet, which seemed a little pitiful.

Lu Yan gave him an angry look, her face softened a little, she saw the injuries on his body clearly, and opened her mouth, probably wanting to say something to comfort him.

Fu Zhiyang looked at him with faint expectation.

Lu Xia was silent for a moment, then turned her head awkwardly, the words she said were still not very pleasant: "...It's good that you didn't get beaten to death."

Fu Zhiyang: "..."

On the contrary, the doctor raised his head and glanced at him, thinking that this man might not be a mallet.

After dressing the wound, Fu Zhiyang was called out by the doctor to take an X-ray. He leaned on the table and stood up tremblingly. His trousers were rolled up above his knees, and his legs were covered with bruises.

Finally, Lu Xia couldn't stand it anymore, stepped forward and picked up his arm like a chicken, and asked with a frown, "How did you do it?"

Fu Zhiyang said vaguely: "Fight with someone..."

Before they finished speaking, the two just walked out of the door when they bumped into a woman with a beautiful but distorted face.

The tears on the woman's face were still wet, she stopped when she saw Fu Zhiyang, glared at him fiercely, pointed at him and said tremblingly: "Is it you? You injured my son?"

There was no trace of cowardice on Fu Zhiyang's face, and he replied straightforwardly: "It's me, anyway, it's fine if he wasn't beaten to death."

"You...I'll kill you!" The woman immediately seemed to have been turned on by some switch, with no demeanor, and rushed forward to beat him.

This person dared to speak rudely in such a miserable state, Lu Yan felt that he really deserved a beating.

But no matter how heartless he was, he couldn't help but watch him being beaten into a pig's head, so he took a quick step forward and grabbed the woman's wrist tightly. Before he could utter words of dissuasion, two more people rushed out from the next department.

The anger on the man's face was even worse, and the female teacher following him looked anxious, and shouted: "Don't be impulsive! They are all children! If you have something to say, just say it!"

Lu Xia could see that the parents of the lover were in the hospital, and they made it clear that they wanted to teach him a lesson.

The female teacher put on the majesty of the head teacher, and sternly stopped the two angry parents, and the passing doctors and nurses also came to persuade them to fight.

There was a group of people standing opposite, but Lu Yan was the only one beside Fu Zhiyang.

He clenched his fists tightly, bowed his head and said nothing.

The parent of the other party scolded unscrupulously: "Without parents, there is no tutor, no wonder you are such a bastard!"

Fu Zhiyang raised his head abruptly, as if he was completely irritated, just as he took a step forward, his fist was tightly clenched by a warm palm.

Lu Xia didn't turn her head, but her peripheral vision kept falling on him. When she noticed his movement, her heart skipped a beat, and her body reacted one step ahead of her brain.

His hands were not big, and they couldn't wrap Fu Zhiyang's fist at all. He just held his fingers tightly, and finally felt that Fu Zhiyang's hands trembled and let go, and his shoulders drooped.

The homeroom teacher was in a state of desperation, dragged the two parents down, and gave Lu Yan a wink, telling him to take Fu Zhiyang away quickly.

The filming process was very fast, and the two sat on the bench relatively silently waiting for the result. The head teacher came over on high heels, sighed, and really didn't know what to say, and told Lu Xia about another student's situation.

Only then did Lu Xia realize that the other one was much worse than him, so she was directly hospitalized.

He was a little surprised, but he didn't see that this kid was fighting so hard.

Fu Zhiyang didn't have a broken bone, but the skin trauma looked serious.

This series of bandages and inspections and prescriptions cost a lot. When Lu Yan finally paid the money, his face was sore, trying to find fault with this kid, but when he turned around, he saw his red eyes, talking trash on his lips. Turned around and retreated silently.

The head teacher stood aside, looked at Fu Zhiyang with a complicated expression, finally sighed, patted him on the shoulder, and comforted him: "I will investigate this matter thoroughly, and go home to recuperate."

After she finished speaking, she waved to Lu Xia, beckoned him to step aside, and said in a low voice: "Fu Zhiyang is a talented child, but he has a bad temper. He often fights with others at school. His parents don't care about the child. I've searched for it many times but it's useless, I hope you, my uncle, can help to watch more, let him have a good rest at home, when he recovers and come back to class, I will deal with this matter seriously."

"..." Lu Yan couldn't say anything, finally nodded, and said casually: "Okay, I will take a good look at him."

Maybe it's because his uncle's temperament is too gloomy. In short, the head teacher looked at him suspiciously, and asked a few more words worriedly before sending them to the hospital gate.

Lu Xia only had about fifty yuan left on him, which was just enough to take a taxi. He helped Fu Zhiyang, the troubled master, in with a numb face. The two sat side by side in the back seat, silent all the way.

The car moved forward slowly, and the glass windows reflected the figures of the people around.

The boy hung his head without saying a word, his shoulders were tense, and his hands on his knees were still clenched into fists.

Lu Xia originally wanted to ask him why he fought, but hesitated for a moment, but still couldn't ask.

If you want to say it, you will naturally say it, otherwise even if you ask, you will not be able to ask.

Lu Yan didn't bother him anymore, closed her eyes and leaned back on the chair, thinking of the money she spent like running water for a while, and thinking of the fact that her salary would be cut in half today, she was extremely depressed and a little irritable.

He forced himself to clear his mind, drowsiness gradually came to his head, his body slowly tilted to one side, and the car stopped suddenly when he was drowsy.

He woke up suddenly, only to realize that half of his body was pressing on Fu Zhiyang.

Fu Zhiyang didn't respond, but turned his head to look at him, the red around his eyes had faded.

Lu Xia was a little embarrassed, coughed lightly unnaturally, looked out the window, and found that it had already driven to a shanty town.

He opened the car door and got out of the car, and went to the other side to help Fu Zhiyang, who couldn't move his hand, down.

When Fu Zhiyang bent down to get out, his leg accidentally touched the door, and he was so painful that he almost fell down.

"Hiss..." He gasped.

Lu Xia supported him steadily: "Can I still go?"

Fu Zhiyang nodded enduring the pain, and barely stood firm on the ground, but just took a step, the place he touched just now pulled the surrounding flesh, and the pain made him tremble all over.

Looking at his pitiful face, Lu Xia had the urge to leave him here and walk away.

But he didn't do that, he hesitated for a moment, then bent down in front of him, without turning his head, he said: "Come up."

Fu Zhiyang didn't move, he probably didn't expect that Lu Xia, who is so mean and indifferent, would be willing to carry him on his back, he was a little dazed for a while.

"Come up." Lu Yan said unhappily, showing faint signs of impatience, "Hurry up."

"..."

Since he said so...

Carefully avoiding his bandaged hands, Fu Zhiyang tentatively laid down on his back, and was picked up the next second.