Don't raise green tea to attack the best actor as a stand-in

The United States, Pennsylvania, a well-known private brain hospital.

Robert pointed to the films on the wall: "Mr. Song, look at these films, the blood supply to the brain is abundant, and there are no shadows in the corpus callosum, hippocampus, and internal capsule..."

Song Qingshuang nodded: "You mean, there is no head injury?"

Robert sighed and pushed his gold-rimmed glasses: "Mr. Song, although I didn't see the patient with my own eyes, both PCT and MRI showed very clearly that the patient's brain did not have any organic damage, which is beyond doubt. of."

"Then why hasn't he woke up?" Song Qingshuang frowned.

"Well, there are many possibilities, such as..." Robert paused, and said slowly, "For example, the patient is subconsciously unwilling to wake up."

Song Qingshuang stared at the gray-haired old doctor in a daze. After a long time, he said with great difficulty, "Robert, what do you mean, my elder brother...doesn't want to wake up?"

"It's just a possibility." After pondering for a moment, Robert asked again, "Mr. Song, did your elder brother suffer any major mental blows before he fell into a coma in a car accident?"

Song Qingshuang's lips trembled slightly, and there was a sharp pain in her heart. Before the car accident, she was the one who set up the trap and led her eldest brother to Lianhua Mountain...

Seeing that he didn't answer for a long time, Robert sighed: "That means he has been traumatized, which is more difficult."

Song Qingshuang was silent for a while, then said softly, "Robert, as long as I can wake up my elder brother, I will do whatever it takes."

"Hmm..." Robert pondered for a moment, then said slowly, "There is a new psychiatric drug, combined with bioelectric stimulation therapy, which is very effective in awakening vegetative states. I think you can try it."

Song Qingshuang was overjoyed at first, then suddenly remembered something, hesitantly said: "What new drug? Has it passed the FDA verification? Are there any side effects?"

Robert shook his head: "This drug is a newly synthesized polypeptide protein that has not yet passed FDA certification. It is currently undergoing Phase I clinical trials, and the specific side effects are not clear. If Mr. Song is willing, you can sign it as a guardian , Let your eldest brother participate in a clinical trial as a volunteer."

Song Qingshuang was stunned for a while, then slowly shook her head: "No, I can't take risks."

He couldn't take any more blows.

Robert sighed: "Well, after the first phase of the clinical trial, I will go to China in person, but Mr. Song, you promised to donate to our hospital's scientific research funding, which needs to be increased by 30% on the previous basis."

Song Qingshuang nodded without hesitation, "No problem."

"Then I'll get the contract materials and show it to Mr. Song." Robert nodded, got up and walked out of the office.

After Robert went out, Song Qingshuang slowly relaxed her shoulders, leaned back on the back of the chair, and stared out the window in a daze.

Outside the window of the doctor's office, there is an unknown North American broad-leaved tree with lush green branches and leaves, and golden sunlight sprinkles from the gaps between the branches and leaves, making it quiet and warm.

Song Qingshuang closed her eyes, feeling like she wanted to cry.

It has been five years, a full five years. During these five years, while bearing the heavy burden of the Song Corporation, he searched everywhere in private, visited hundreds of well-known brain experts at home and abroad, and now he finally has... a A little hope.

At this time, his cell phone rang suddenly. Song Qingshuang glanced at it, and the words "Wu Minghao" were displayed on it. He frowned slightly, pressed down the phone, and blocked it.

It's just a piece of inferior placebo, with almost no resemblance except for the chin and lips, and he hates people who are still entangled after the money and goods are settled.

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"Have you heard? Lin Feiyu drank coffee with Director Su yesterday. He seems to be very interested in that "Prey"."

"Director Su's "Prey"? Isn't that a gay film? Lin Feiyu has such a good momentum now, why doesn't he take the opportunity to pick up a few more commercial blockbusters, and why does he go to pick up such a niche film? This kind of film is easy to cause controversy, right? That said, it’s easy to lose powder.”

"Who knows, "Sword in the Snow" has a total box office of 34 billion, and Lin Feiyu is the leading actor. In this situation, what kind of big productions he can't get, who knows that he wants to take gay movies?"

As soon as Song Ran arrived at the company, he heard several staff members gossiping in the corridor.

After hearing a few sentences, he couldn't help but frowned slightly. Lin Feiyu wanted to take Su Mingming's "Prey"?Why don't you know?

Su Mingming is a well-known female director who has made many avant-garde art films. However, it is impossible for a niche gay film like "Prey" to be released on the big screen in China. It has to be released in the first half of the year. If you are lucky, you can get A few foreign awards, a little bit of improvement, if you are unlucky, you will get nothing.

For a young actor in his twenties with a promising future, "Prey" is not a good choice. Lin Feiyu has always been extremely sober in his work, and even has a bit of utilitarianism beyond his age. How could he choose this film?

Song Ran was wondering, when a staff member saw him and hurriedly greeted him: "Hi Brother Song!"

Everyone also greeted: "Manager Song!" "Brother Song!"

Song Ran had no choice but to walk over, and a small assistant came to his ear, lowered his voice slightly, and said flatteringly: "Brother Song, do you know that Wu Minghao was originally appointed in "Prey", but with "In the Snow" The casting of "Sword" was the same, after Xiao Lin auditioned, Director Su immediately chose Xiao Lin, but Wu Minghao was so mad."

Someone gloated and said, "Haha, that Wu Minghao relied on Mr. Song's relationship to run rampant in our Yunzhong Media, and this time he was finally defeated!"

"That's right, vent your anger!"

Listening to the excited gossip of the crowd, Song Ran twitched the corners of his mouth lightly. He is not very interested in these messy things. For actors, whoever has acting skills will win. It's fair.

At this time, a sneer came from the other end of the corridor: "What are you talking about?"

Everyone followed the prestige and saw Wu Minghao walking over from the corridor with a small assistant.

In all fairness, Wu Minghao looks good, but there are slight plastic surgery marks on his jaw, and he hasn't read any books, so his temperament is a little bit worse.

Wu Minghao glanced at Song Ran, and snorted: "You are Lin Feiyu's manager, right? Don't think that you can show off your power by stealing my role through some unscrupulous means! Just now Mr. Song and I have sex Two hours of phone calls, he will come back from the United States soon, we will wait and see."

As soon as he mentioned Song Qingshuang, no one dared to say anything.

That little white-eyed wolf can talk on the phone, you are fucking kidding me, Song Ran couldn't help but rolled his eyes secretly.

Wu Minghao thought he didn't hear clearly, so he emphasized: "Did you hear that? President Xiao Song called me and said he would be back soon."

Song Ran said dryly, "Oh."

His insincere "Oh" seemed to make Wu Minghao even more upset, and his face became more gloomy.

Song Ran said lightly: "It's over? Then I'm leaving, and I have to go to the financial office to report the account."

Wu Minghao grabbed his arm and said with a sneer, "Don't think I don't know about your shameless tricks! Lin Feiyu, a newcomer with no background, was able to get so many good resources, and it was you who pimped him all the way to sleep. Right? Look at your delicate skin and tender flesh, maybe you will join us, and the two of you will serve the boss and play a double flight..."

Song Ran didn't want to scold him, so she just threw her arm hard: "Let go!"

On the contrary, Wu Minghao got excited and held on to Song Ran, refusing to let go. He was originally a dropout from school, and at this moment he swears all kinds of obscenities: "Is it right? You are not a good guy like you. I know that I have been fucked by several men..."

Before he could finish speaking, his voice suddenly became hoarse.

"Xiao Yu?" Song Ran looked sideways in surprise.

Lin Feiyu grabbed Wu Minghao's throat fiercely with one hand, pressed him against the wall, and then curled his lips expressionlessly: "I seem to have heard a dog barking just now, is it you?"

Lin Feiyu was tall, and Wu Minghao was half a head shorter than him. At this moment, he could only rest on his toes, his face blushing: "Let go, let go..."

For a moment, everyone was stunned. Although Wu Minghao was very arrogant, Lin Feiyu was always very popular. He always had a smile on his face, and he rarely argued with others. What happened to him today?

Moreover, there are people coming and going in the corridor, if some paparazzi takes a photo, won't there be a bloodbath on Weibo?

Immediately, several people stepped forward to persuade: "Brother Xiao Lin, forget it."

"Mr. Xiaolin, don't be like this..."

Lin Feiyu ignored them at all, his amber eyes just stared at Wu Minghao, and his voice was soft and deep: "Kneel down and kowtow to my brother three times, and I will spare you."

"Well, let go..." Wu Minghao broke Lin Feiyu's hand with a red face, but that slender and powerful hand was like an iron hoop, and he couldn't break it at all!

Maybe it was because of lack of oxygen, or maybe it was because of fear, gradually, Wu Minghao's legs became weak, and he really knelt down along the wall.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, some gloated, some were embarrassed, some looked contemptuous, and some couldn't help but laugh in a low voice.

Lin Feiyu looked down at him: "Since you are kneeling down, let's kowtow hard and loudly."

Wu Minghao's face was flushed red. He really wanted to stand up and say a few more words to support the scene, but under Lin Feiyu's cold and malicious eyes, he only felt that his knees were so weak that he couldn't stand up at all.

Song Ran whispered: "Xiaoyu, forget it, let's go."

"Since my brother said so, let's forget about it today, let me hear your dirty mouth later..." Lin Feiyu leaned slightly, leaned close to Wu Minghao's ear, and whispered in a voice that only two people could hear, "I'll get you out of showbiz and be a male whore who sells assholes and licks dicks."

He said extremely vulgar and vicious words, but he had a pleasant expression on his face. Then he stood up and smiled apologetically at the people around him: "I'm sorry, I was a little excited just now, and I made everyone laugh." , invite everyone to dinner next time. Let’s go, brother.”

Song Ran looked at Wu Minghao the same way, sighed secretly in his heart, and left with Lin Feiyu.

Seeing that there was no good show, everyone dispersed one after another, gossiping in low voice from time to time: "Brother Xiao Lin usually laughs so much, it's quite scary to look so down."

"But I think it's pretty cool..."

"By the way, President Xiao Song and Wu Minghao, what's going on?"

"Wu Minghao took the initiative to climb into the bed, otherwise Xiao Song would always fall in love with him? That Wu Minghao, who obviously has bad acting skills, blames other people for being related. It's really funny..."

Wu Minghao knelt on the ground, listening to the gossip going away, he slowly raised his eyelids, staring at the end of the corridor where Song Ran and Lin Feiyu disappeared, his eyes were gloomy.

Song Ran and Lin Feiyu went all the way to the underground parking lot. Lin Feiyu opened the door and sat in the driver's seat, while Song Ran sat in the passenger seat. He couldn't help but glance at Lin Feiyu: "You just got your driver's license, drive slowly."

Lin Feiyu smiled and said, "Don't worry, brother, I will be careful."

This car is Lin Feiyu's new Hummer SUV. It has a tall chassis and a rough body, which fits Song Ran's aesthetics very well. It's just that he had a tragic car accident in his previous life, and he was very careful when driving in this life. Lin Feiyu drove very wildly. , even the circular driveway in the underground garage seemed to be drifting, leaving Song Ran speechless.

Seeing that Song Ran was seated, Lin Feiyu leaned over and reached out to help Song Ran fasten his seat belt.

Song Ran raised his hand to block him: "I'll do it myself." In order not to bring out the little bastard, he tried his best to avoid some overly intimate actions. "Oh." Lin Feiyu pouted and sat back reluctantly.

He couldn't help but mutter to himself, brother seems to care a lot about physical contact recently, not only can't play with kisses and hugs anymore, he can't even eat soft tofu of this level, only when he falls asleep on the sofa, Only by myself can I sneak around, and usually I can only stare blankly.

Fortunately, I picked up the "Prey" myself, and it will proceed as planned...

After the car started, Song Ran asked again: "Xiao Yu, why do you want to take on "Prey"? After the commercial film hits big, spending half a year to shoot a gay film is not a cost-effective choice. You have to think carefully about it."

Lin Feiyu spun the steering wheel and said earnestly while making small calculations: "Brother, this time "Sword in the Snow" hit the box office, I got a lot of dividends, but the dividends are actually secondary. I want to be a member of the Song Group in the future." The independent director of the film does not depend on the salary, so he can freely choose the book he wants to shoot, I have read the book of "Prey", it is well written, I want to make it."

Don't let my brother discover his real purpose of filming "Prey", otherwise it will be over.

Song Ran nodded: "Since you have made up your mind, just do it according to your own ideas. I support you."

Lin Feiyu pursed his lips and smiled: "Thank you brother."

After returning home, Song Ran took a shower first, then wrapped in a fluffy nightgown, sat on the sofa and blow-dried her hair carelessly.

"Brother, let me do it." Standing behind the sofa, Lin Feiyu took the hair dryer from Song Ran's hand for a reason, and gently massaged his scalp while drying his hair.

Song Ran wanted to refuse. After all, he had already made up his mind to keep a certain distance from the little bastard, but blowing his hair didn't seem like a big deal, and it seemed a bit artificial to refuse deliberately. Moreover, Lin Feiyu massaged his scalp quite well, which made him People feel very comfortable and relaxed.

Just this time, let's not take it as an example.Thinking of this, Song Ran gave a faint "hmm" and leaned back on the back of the sofa so that Lin Feiyu could blow-dry her hair.

The hair dryer made a low "buzzing" noise. The other party's fingers were slender and powerful. Those fingers shuttled gently through the hair, rubbing the acupuncture points on the scalp from time to time, feeling sore and numb...

Gradually, Song Ran's eyelids became heavy.

Then, he had a very weird dream. He dreamed that he was running wildly in a huge primeval forest, with a large group of "buzzing" blood-sucking mosquitoes behind him. He ran and ran hard, but he couldn't get away at all. Mosquitoes rushed up, my neck was itchy, and my chest was itchy too...

It really itch.

Song Ran opened his eyes in a daze, the scene in front of him was still a little out of focus, he could only vaguely see that his nightgown had been completely undone, a head of soft and thick chestnut-colored hair was lying on his body, and there was a lump on his chest. A strange warm and moist feeling, as well as a slight tingling and itching, like a tiny electric current.

Song Ran blinked his eyes dully, and then there was a "buzz" in his mind, and it went blank. What is the little brat doing? !This is not a hug like a joke in ordinary times, nor a kiss like a game in KTV, he is talking to himself, to himself...

The author has something to say: Mr. Song: Correct your words and deeds, and don't lead the confused teenagers of eighteen or nineteen astray.