my secret ex boyfriend

"Give you."

An Ling took a book from him with some surprise, "Why did you give me the book? I have this one, and I quite like this author."

Qi Wangshu opened the cover and pointed to a signature on the title page.

"This..." An Ling's eyes widened, "Isn't it an autograph? Where did you come from?"

"I met myself when I was working part-time." He replied calmly.

An Ling stared at the signature happily, rolled his eyes with a smile, then closed the cover of the book again, held it up to his face and kissed it hard.

Moved the book down, only revealing a pair of eyes, "How do you know I like him?"

"Aren't you talking about it every day?"

An Ling put down the book, "Is there any? No, I'm not the only one who likes..."

"I'm leaving first." Qi Wangshu interrupted him with a blushing face.

"Don't, I'll treat you to dinner!" An Ling followed with a smile.

Qi Wangshu would go to a magazine to work as a part-time model when she had time on weekends, and take some flat photos.

At the end of the day, he heard the staff on one side chatting, saying that a great god would come to the company in the afternoon. He listened silently for a while, and heard the name An Ling had mentioned several times.

It's three o'clock in the afternoon, and his work can be finished before twelve o'clock in the morning.

He just waited for three hours in the lobby downstairs of the company.

The person who is usually quiet and shy, but the moment he saw the author appear, he rushed forward with the book he had prepared and asked for an autograph.

"Are you my book fan?"

"I... the person I like is."

An Ling made a special trip home.

When Ms. Li saw him coming home, she said sourly: "Do you still remember where home is?"

An Ling hugged her back, tilted his head and leaned on her shoulder, like a little bird clinging to her, "There's a fairy at home, don't I remember?"

"Slick tongue!" Ms. Li pushed his head away pretending to be disgusted, but she accidentally laughed out crow's feet, "Let's have dinner at home tonight, why do I feel that you have lost weight?"

"What image do I have in your eyes? It seems like I don't have enough to eat every day. I live at home today, of course I eat at home." An Ling walked into his room while answering the question.

Take the key, unlock the drawer, and take out the broken cell phone from before.

He only opened it once in the past two years, and it was still to prove to Ms. Li that he had indeed had an affair with Qi Wangshu.Regarding this point, he really thanked his own mother for knowing such a big gossip, but never asking too much, and carefully and clumsily maintaining his son's wound.

An Ling was not in a hurry to turn it on, he took out the data cable and planned to fully charge it first.

Looking at the "charging" icon lit up on the screen, An Ling remembered the year when Qi Wangshu disappeared.After graduating from university, he changed his mobile phone, but he was reluctant to throw away this old mobile phone. The old phone card was also inside, and he paid the phone bill on time every month. He always hoped that one day he could hear Qi Wangshu's voice from it again.After waiting for a year, the fantasy was worn away by the accumulated disappointment, and the old mobile phone was never turned on again.

The screen was broken, and it was a bit troublesome to turn it on, so I had to pull it hard.Anling managed to dig out the boot animation, heaved a sigh of relief, and thought to himself that it might be even more difficult to boot up next time, this time it's better to copy all the things inside.

There is one more missed call in the call log.

I didn't look carefully last time, so I missed it.An Ling froze and clicked on it. The phone number was Qi Wangshu's.

It's not the number I used before I disappeared, but the one I used to call and send messages to myself recently.

The time was the fall of the previous year.

At that time, he had just closed the broken mobile phone in the drawer not long ago.

So, if his fantasy was shattered later, maybe it would come true. Later, Qi Wangshu really called himself.

An Ling feels that he is now like a detective collecting evidence one by one, and the moment when the truth is revealed is within reach.

Back at the hotel the next day, Qi Wangshu hadn't been dismissed from work yet, so An Ling couldn't wait to call Xia Xiaoyu to ask about the situation.

"Brother Ling? Can you call me for something? I'm a little busy now..."

"When will Qi Wangshu come back?" Hearing that he was a little busy, An Ling directly asked the most concerned question.

"Brother Wangshu..." Xia Xiaoyu paused, "Brother Wangshu is in the hospital now."

"Hospital?" An Ling gripped the phone tightly, "Are you filming in a hospital?"

"No, I got hurt during filming today and I'm dealing with it." Xia Xiaoyu said, "Let me tell you so much first, if there's nothing else, I'll go to work first."

An Ling thumped in his heart, "Wait a minute! Is it serious? Forget it, you send me the address of the hospital, and I'll go take a look."

The hospital was not far away, and it took Anling less than 10 minutes to get there.

Outside the ward stood the director, assistant director, Zhang Xinran, Xia Xiaoyu and several other staff members.

Seeing so many people, An Ling became more flustered and rushed over immediately.

"What's going on?" He asked Xia Xiaoyu.

"Today there was a scene of riding a motorcycle, and I accidentally fell down." Xia Xiaoyu was depressed and unwilling to say more.

"What did the doctor say?" An Ling continued to ask with a nervous expression.

"A slight fracture of the arm, not serious." Zhou Chen patted him on the shoulder from behind.

"Isn't it serious that they are all broken?!" An Ling couldn't control his anger, and opened Zhou Chen's hand with a wave of his arm.

Immediately everyone looked at him.

"Director, I'm sorry, I was too excited just now." An Ling suppressed his anger and apologized to Zhou Chen in a low voice.

Zhou Chen waved his hand at him, expressing that he didn't mind.

He licked his lips a little anxiously, feeling that his whole heart was being roasted on fire.I especially wanted to see Qi Wangshu and wanted to know how he was doing, but with so many people standing outside, he had no reason to rush in rashly.

If only it was a boyfriend.

"Director, assistant director, you go back first, Xiaoyu and I just stay here." Zhang Xinran said to the others, "The news of Wang Shu's injury, please take care not to let the crew spread the word. "

Zhou Chen glanced worriedly at the ward, then turned to look at Zhang Xinran, "Okay, then we won't make trouble here, and if there is anything wrong with Wang Shu, please let us know in time."

After thinking for a while, he continued, "Let Wang Shu recover from his injuries. As for the progress of the filming, we will try our best to shoot other people's scenes first, and we can save his scenes until the end. After all, health is the most important thing."

Zhang Xinran sighed and nodded.

In fact, it's not just that the filming progress has been delayed, all the arrangements in the itinerary for the past month, two magazine cover shoots and three commercials, all have to be postponed or cancelled.

After the group of people left, the hospital corridor became much quieter. Zhang Xinran arranged for Xia Xiaoyu to continue watching in the hospital, and hurried back to the studio to deal with a lot of extra work due to the unexpected incident.

The studio is really short of manpower, and the recruitment is not going very smoothly. Now that the big boss has fallen again, the whole studio is in panic.

Only Xia Xiaoyu and An Ling were left in the corridor, as well as a few little nurses who were sneaking here from afar.

"What do you mean by a slight fracture? Did you have an operation?" An Ling pinched his fingers and asked.

"The doctor said that there is no need for surgery if there is no dislocation, but if the bone is broken, a plaster cast is required." Xia Xiaoyu answered him.

The word "broken" was like a sharp needle piercing his heart densely, and his forearm also felt a dull pain.

"Is he resting now? Can I go in and see him?" An Ling stood up.

Xia Xiaoyu looked at him a little embarrassed, "The doctor said that Brother Wang Shu needs to rest, so..."

"I don't make a sound, just look at him, and I will never disturb him." An Ling looked at Xia Xiaoyu almost beggingly.

Xia Xiaoyu began to waver, "Actually, resting doesn't mean you can't visit..."

An Ling smiled gratefully at him, gently turned the doorknob and walked into the ward.

The single ward was a bit empty, and the person on the bed heard a slight sound and turned to look in the direction of the door.

"I thought you were asleep..." An Ling gave up on tiptoeing and walked quickly to the hospital bed.

"Can't sleep." Qi Wangshu looked at him.

An Ling looked at his arm hanging on his chest, and even though he was mentally prepared, he was caught off guard and his eyes ached.After holding back for a while, he asked softly, "Does it hurt?"

Qi Wangshu nodded slightly.

Still unable to hold back, a large tear rolled down as he nodded.

An Ling raised his head and blinked quickly a few times.

"Actually, it's okay, it doesn't hurt anymore." Qi Wangshu saw the tear that fell on the ground, and explained in a panic.

An Ling blinked until his eyes were dry, then lowered his head again, meeting Qi Wangshu's eyes.

He tilted his head and smiled, "Are you treating me like a child?"

Moved a chair and sat by the bed, "It hurts, it hurts, it doesn't mean it doesn't hurt if it doesn't hurt. Is the pain unbearable? Do you want to do something to divert your attention?"

Anling looked around, and continued to mutter: "But the doctor said you need to rest, so don't play mobile games or anything." Seeing a large fruit basket on the bedside table, he stretched out his hands and took out an orange. Come on, "An orange? I'll peel one for you."

Qi Wangshu smiled and nodded.

The orange was a bit hard, so Anling put it on the table and kneaded it a few times. When the kneading was almost done, it was much easier to peel off the skin with a fingernail.He looked at the completely peeled orange in his hand, weighed it triumphantly, grabbed half of it with both hands, and broke it vigorously, successfully filling his face with orange juice.

"Hold……"

Since Qi Wangshu needed to rest, he didn't dare to speak loudly, but just cursed in a low voice.

Wearing glasses doesn't prevent the orange juice from getting into his eyes. He closed his eyes, and with an orange dripping in his hand, he could only ask Qi Wangshu for help, "Wipe it for me, I can't open my eyes anymore."

Seeing him in a mess, Qi Wangshu couldn't help smiling, with a very gentle look.

He moved his body, used his remaining hand to grab a tissue on the bedside table, took off the glasses on An Ling's face, moved closer, and wiped his face carefully and carefully.

An Ling felt his weak touch, and thought of how embarrassed he should be now, he belatedly burst out laughing.

"How am I treated now? When a popular idol is injured, he still has to serve me."

Close your eyes and keep your mouth open.

Being too close, Qi Wangshu stared at the corner of his flying mouth, unable to look away no matter what.

"It's a treatment that no one else has ever had." Qi Wangshu replied in a low voice.

An Ling opened his eyes and looked at him narrowly.

"Really?" The ending sound rose, which sounded beating and provocative.

Qi Wangshu's eyes darkened, and the distance between the two gradually shortened until the tips of their noses touched each other.

An Ling raised his hand and stuffed a large slice of orange into Qi Wangshu's mouth.

Qi Wangshu bit subconsciously, then froze.

An Ling lowered his head and suppressed a smile, pinched his face, tugged, and patted again, "Is it sweet or sour?"

Qi Wangshu chewed and swallowed, and replied in a muffled voice: "It's sour."

An Ling stuffed the remaining flap into his mouth, and retorted inarticulately: "It's obviously quite sweet."