The boring president is in love

Chapter 19

On this day, Zhan Sen didn't work overtime without any surprise, and when it was six o'clock, he immediately turned off his computer and left.

Just as be walked to his door, he just happened to come out of it, and immediately became anxious, "Hey, where are you going, Mr. Zhan?"

Zhan Sen's face sank like water, "It's time to get off work."

"..."

Zhan Sen ignored her, turned around and was about to leave, but Phoebe stretched out his hand in desperation, "There are still documents that need your signature."

Zhan Sen paused, "Bring it."

Be immediately offered it with both hands, but Zhansen didn't finish signing perfunctorily as she thought, but glanced up and down, and then handed it to her, "Unqualified, do it again."

Without waiting for an answer, he turned around and left.

Be stayed where he was for a moment, thinking, this is the second time the product manager's report has been called back.

In the past, when the deputy general manager was someone else, no matter what kind of shit the product manager handed in, as long as he used that set of proficient flattering techniques, he could always pass the test, but when it came to Zhansen, it was It doesn't work anymore.

Zhansen didn't even bother to eat dinner, and rushed directly from the company to the theater.

Nearly seven o'clock, there are many spectators in the theater hall waiting in line to enter.Just as Zhan Sen stood still at the end of the line, he was far away. Sun Meng saw him and trotted over immediately, "Mr. Zhan, you are really punctual, don't wait in line, come with me."

Zhan Sen thanked him, followed him to the other side of the hall, went down another floor, and stood in front of a red door that opened opposite.Sun Meng didn't go in either, and looked back at him with a smile, "Guess where this is?"

"..."

"Dangdangdang," Sun Meng pushed open the door like an old urchin, and made music by herself, "Lounge room!"

A group of people in the room who were putting on makeup followed the sound.

Among these faces, Zhan Sen saw Liang Yicheng at a glance.Liang Yicheng smiled and waved at him.

Zhan Sen was about to go there, but was held back by Teacher Sun, "Come on, let me introduce to you, this Mr. Zhan is our costume designer for this performance."

Immediately there was a sound of praise from around the room. Some of them were putting on make-up and it was inconvenient to talk, and they hugged him, as if they had already entered the role in advance.

Zhan Sen nodded slightly and said, "Thank you."

After finishing speaking, he was about to go inside, but was stopped by Teacher Sun again, "Hey, where are you going?"

Before Zhan Sen could speak, Liang Yicheng had already walked over there, and said with a smile, "Mr. Sun, Xiao Wang said that there seems to be something wrong with the props over there, why don't you go and have a look?"

Sun Meng's face immediately turned serious, "I'll go and have a look."

Liang Yicheng had already changed into a long Tsing Yi robe and put on make-up, and just stood there tall and tall, a gentle and refined manner of a scholar naturally exuded, making people hold their breath and couldn't move their eyes.

"Get off work so early today?"

Zhan Sen wanted to kiss him, wanted to reach out to touch him, but he stretched out his fingers, but retracted them, and only looked at him deeply with those eyes.

Seeing his appearance, Liang Yicheng couldn't help laughing, squeezed his palm quietly, and said in a low voice, "Come with me."

Zhan Sen was dragged to a changing cubicle with his back pressed against the wall.

Liang Yicheng leaned forward and kissed the corner of his lips, "Stupid, looking at me so straightly, aren't you afraid of being noticed?"

His voice was deliberately lowered, with a little breath.Zhan Sen could barely hear what he said, and felt his whole body tense up, almost fascinated by his pleasant voice and the moist kiss on the corner of his lips.

He barely moved his throat, "...not afraid." The voice that came out was hoarse that he didn't expect.

There was a moment of silence in the atmosphere, Liang Yicheng was about to say something when he heard someone shouting outside, "Xiao Liang, we are about to go on stage."

Liang Yicheng paused, brushed his fingers over his lips, and smiled inexplicably, "I will teach you well some other day."

When Zhansen entered the theater from the front door, the lights in the auditorium had already been turned off. He bent over in the dark and sat in his usual position. After sitting down, he took a deep breath.

The host of the hot spot also left the stage, and the curtain rose slowly. Liang Yicheng walked out slowly from the side of the stage with a book in hand.

However, this scene didn't go well. When it was about to end, Xiaomeng suddenly fainted. Liang Yicheng, who was standing beside him, quickly supported him, half-embracing his limp body calmly, and retreated behind the stage.

Some sharp-eyed people in the audience noticed this scene, so there were suddenly more whispers in the audience.

Liang Yicheng hurriedly called the staff and arranged for them to rush Xiaomeng to the hospital. At the same time, he called other actors temporarily to change clothes to replace him.

The actor who played with him on the stage finished singing, but did not wait for an answer, his heart froze immediately, looking back, Liang Yicheng was reciting the lyrics loudly, and walked over from the side of the stage.

The other actors breathed a sigh of relief.

Anyway, at the end of the show, there was only one curtain call, and Liang Yicheng had to rush to the hospital after changing his clothes.

Seeing Zhan Sen who was waiting for him at the door of the lounge, he didn't have time to say more, "You go first, I'll go to the hospital to see Xiaomeng."

His anxious expression was too obvious, Zhan Sen grabbed his hand, "I'll accompany you."

Fortunately, there was no traffic jam on the road, and Zhan Sen was driving fast. Liang Yicheng, the co-pilot, kept talking on the phone, asked the hospital, and called his colleagues in the theater troupe to tell them not to worry.

When the two of them arrived at the hospital, Xiaomeng had already been placed in the ward.

It's just that he hasn't woken up yet.

Liang Yicheng has always known that he has anemia and is weak, but in all these years, he has never seen him faint, let alone on stage.

The doctor closed the door and came out of the ward, scanning Liang Yicheng and Zhan Sen left and right, "Which one is a family member?"

Liang Yicheng took a step forward, "I'm his brother."

The doctor said, "Don't worry, anemia, I think it's an old problem, why don't you pay attention to recuperation?"

Liang Yicheng nodded and spoke quickly, "I will pay attention to it in the future, please write a prescription."

The doctor sighed, "Come with me."

Zhansen followed Liang Yicheng all the time, took the prescription together with him, handed it to the nurse to get the medicine, and finally returned to the ward, Xiaomeng just woke up.

Seeing Liang Yicheng, the smile on his face hadn't fully spread before his eyes met Zhan Sen who came in later.His face instantly turned pale, and he couldn't breathe smoothly.

But Liang Yicheng didn't notice his change, he just frowned and reached out to touch his face, "Is it better?"

Xiaomeng didn't look at him, but looked down at the back of her hand where the tube was inserted, and nodded.

"Didn't you eat well today? Why did you faint suddenly?"

Xiaomeng seems to want to laugh, but she can't.It was true that he hadn't eaten all day, which wasn't a big deal, but before the opening, he happened to see Liang Yicheng and Zhan Sen coming out of the locker room hand in hand.

As a result, he was furious for a moment, and his footsteps began to flutter when he came to the stage. He kept holding on, but he still fell down at the last moment.

"Is the audience not affected?"

Liang Yicheng tucked the quilt up for him, "Do you want to call your family?"

Xiaomeng shook her head hastily, "No, I'll be fine if I rest here for one night, don't disturb them."

The new year is coming soon, he can't let his family know about this bad luck.

After staying for a while, Liang Yicheng still had no intention of leaving. Zhansen only made a phone call during the period, and stayed beside him silently the rest of the time.

Seeing the two of them together, Xiaomeng felt short of breath, so she forced a smile on her face, "Brother Cheng, go back, I'm going to rest."

Liang Yicheng looked up at him, "Then you should have a good rest."

"kindness."

"Call me when you leave the hospital tomorrow, and I'll pick you up."

Xiaomeng smiled, "Okay."

On the way back, Liang Yicheng was always frowning.

Zhan Sen was silent for a long time, and finally asked, "Have you known each other for a long time?"

"Well, it's been more than four years." We've known each other since he was an intern in a theater troupe before graduation.

Liang Yicheng has always been unrestrained, and he has never shown such obvious care and concern for a person.

Zhan Sen only felt a little inexplicably uncomfortable in his heart. The mood was very subtle, as if when he was young, he bought a cake that he liked very much. When he was admiring it with joy, he was caught off guard and a large piece was cut away by others. .

The two went back to Liang Yicheng's house together. Liang Yicheng came out of the shower, and the porridge that Zhan Sen had just called for delivery happened to arrive.

Liang Yicheng drank the porridge and waved, "Mu, come here."

Zhan Sen walked over as he said, and was directly held down and kissed.Liang Yicheng smiled and licked his lips, "Sleep here today?"

Zhan Sen hadn't recovered from the kiss, he was startled when he heard this, and then shook his head.

Liang Yicheng frowned, "I'm skilled, I promise I won't hurt you."

These two sentences passed between his lips and teeth. Zhan Sen realized what he was talking about. Before he could speak, Liang Yicheng smiled and said, "You just need to take off your clothes and lie down, how about it?"

Zhan Sen stared at him, his face sinking like water, "I am 1."

Liang Yicheng didn't seem to expect him to be so bold, he almost gritted his teeth, "I am also 1." This is an open secret in the circle, for so many years, no one has dared to suppress Liang Yicheng.

Just looking at him like this, Zhan Sen felt his head was hot. His eyes were dark, but deep inside they seemed to be burning with raging flames, and his voice was extremely calm, "But I can only fuck you." After speaking, he took a step closer, "No discuss."

His aura was so overwhelming that Liang Yicheng couldn't help taking a step back, leaning directly against the wall of the living room.

Zhan Sen's whole body was full of an oppressive feeling of wanting to tear something apart, completely different from his usual silent look.

A bad thought flashed across Liang Yicheng's mind, maybe this guy has been suppressed for too long and has become more and more ghostly in this respect.