After not being a stand-in, I became a heartthrob

The young man lying quietly in the ICU ward moved his fingers.

The bodyguard who was standing bored outside the door turned his head, just in time to notice that the fingers of the person inside moved slightly, his eyes widened suddenly, and he ran to find someone.

"cough……"

Mo Xuzhi's consciousness returned, but he couldn't muster the strength to open his eyes.

After being stabbed for Xue Feng, he still has a lot of strength.

There was a buzzing in his ears, and he struggled to open his eyes, but the glare of the light forced him to close them again.

The voice in the ear gradually became clearer.

"... After sleeping for so long, he finally woke up... How is his physical index?"

"Everything is normal, but I still can't stand the follow-up cancer treatment, and I need to adjust the plan."

"cancer?"

"Lung cancer was just detected today, and the patient's family has been notified, and the follow-up treatment needs to be negotiated."

Mo Xuzhi opened his eyes.

The faces of the doctors who were discussing around the bed while adjusting the equipment gradually became clear.

The doctor was talking, and inadvertently glanced at the young man lying on the bed again, and found that he had opened his eyes at some point, and his light-colored pupils were facing them.

The young man was still stunned as if he had just woken up from a coma, but his eyes were clear. He looked over at a glance, as if he had seen through their thoughts.

"...Did you hear that?"

Mo Xuzhi couldn't speak for a while, and moved his fingers.

Means heard.

Several doctors glanced at each other, and they all saw surprise and uncertainty in each other's eyes.

As a person who just woke up and heard the bad news, the patient on the bed seemed too calm.When I heard that I had cancer, there was no wave in those light-colored eyes.

It's like knowing this in advance, and you won't be too surprised when you hear it suddenly.

Mo Xuzhi had indeed known about this for a long time.

The arrival of cancer is no surprise.

After he was hit to death by a truck in the original world, he transmigrated into this novel called "Spoiled by Three Big Bosses" to act as a cannon fodder stand-in for the protagonist Bai Yueguang's face-slapping.

The cannon fodder is prosperous and beautiful, but there is a huge hole in the brain. After being diagnosed with cancer, he finally limped on the verge of constant death and could not die well.

The book also comes with a book guide, which is like a catalog, and it disappears automatically after he has browsed through it.

The book guide said that cancer is a setting that comes with the original cannon fodder, and it will disappear automatically after the plot is finished.

As long as he plays the cannon fodder well and keeps the plot from collapsing, he can arrange his life freely after the finale of the novel.

Mo Xuzhi thought it was a good deal, at least he could save his life.

The original cannon fodder still looks like him, and the sense of disobedience has suddenly become much less, at least not too awkward.

Now that most of his tasks have been completed, he has blocked bullets and survived knives, and established himself as a character full of vanity and jealousy. Now he only needs to wait for Bai Yueguang and Shen Le, who is recuperating abroad, to come back, and then be abandoned by the big boss. Die in the snow to complete the mission.

The time limit is exactly three months.

The bodyguard and the doctor met at the door of Xue Feng's ward.

The two made room for each other, and finally entered the ward together.

When the two entered, Xue Feng was on the phone.

The thin lips under the man's tall nose are curved, and the gold-rimmed glasses hanging on the bridge of the nose also have a gentle taste.

He looked up at the two people who entered the room, with a clear smile in his eyes.

Xue Feng said a few words to the person on the other end of the phone in a gentle voice, and then hung up the phone with some reluctance.

Xue Feng stood up immediately after making the phone call, picked up the suit jacket hanging on the side, and said to the doctor while wearing it: "If it is related to Mo Xuzhi, you only need to negotiate with Dr. Deng, and don't come to me in the future." .I have very important things to do right now."

"Mr. Xue, even though you said that, but... just to delay you a little..." the doctor said anxiously holding the case in his hand.

"Let's talk about it later if there are no dead people," Xue Feng glanced at the doctor, then turned to the bodyguard and said, "Do you have anything to say?"

The bodyguard broke into a cold sweat: "...No."

"Very good." Xue Feng fixed his gold-rimmed glasses, his eyes returned to his usual indifference, and said, "Go to the garage and drive, I'll wait for you at the gate."

"Yes."

Xue Feng and the bodyguard left the ward, leaving only the doctor frowning holding the test sheet in his hand.

Mo Xuzhi lay in the ICU for a few days, and was finally transferred to the general ward.

During this period, he woke up several times, but he never saw Xue Feng.

This guy is a scumbag, and Mo Xuzhi doesn't really want to see him.

His health has gradually improved recently, and Dr. Deng has come to discuss with him several times about the treatment of lung cancer.

He didn't answer directly, he had been practicing Tai Chi with the doctor, and today he took the opportunity to sneak out of the hospital.

Although he is now in a situation where everyone shouts and beats him on the Internet, black and red are also red. In the past few years, he has made some money and bought a small flat in the third ring.

The house is not big, but it is comfortable to live in.

Mo Xuzhi originally wanted to go back and take a rest, but when he looked at his phone, he saw that black fans were blocking the door, and there was a big fight, and it was even trending.

He silently dismissed the idea of ​​going back.

"There are so many things."

Mo Xuzhi rubbed his hair and sighed.

It's getting late now, and there's nothing to do, so he made up his mind and found a bar

In order to create an ambiguous atmosphere in the bar, the lights are dimmed, and it is dark under the lights, and no one knows anyone. It is most suitable for Mo Xuzhi, a shady black and red star, to fish in troubled waters and have a drink.

"Have a glass of Gin with ice."

After Mo Xuzhi entered the bar, he stuffed the mask into his pocket. He sat at the corner of the bar with the darkest light. After ordering drinks with the bartender, he lay on the bar with his arms pillowed on his head, tapping his fingers lightly on the table.

The hair hangs down limply, and the ambiguous light blurs the delicate facial features of the young man.

He took the wine handed by the bartender and drank it straight up.

"One more drink, thank you."

The bartender glanced at him, then took the glass and poured the wine silently.

Mo Xuzhi turned around and leaned against the bar, looked at the men and women twisting their bodies on the dance floor, and yawned.

It is true that the lights in the bar are ambiguous and dim, and it is true that people are sleepy.

"A cup of Gin with ice, thank you."

Sitting next to Mo Xuzhi alone, the tall figure completely blocked the light.

The voice was a little familiar.

Mo Xuzhi raised his eyes and glanced at the man, and found that he couldn't see clearly from the pitch black, then turned his head again, fiddled with the empty wine glass in his hand, the black hair on the top of his head swayed in the air following his movements, and finally Floating down.

"Mo Xuzhi, long time no see."

A husky male voice came from the top of the head, and there was a trace of Mo Xuzhi's incomprehensibility in it.

...Like gnashing of teeth?

Hearing him call his name, Mo Xuzhi took a serious look at the man.

Take another look.

"..."

Who is this?

"May I ask who you are?" Mo Xuzhi's expression was genuinely puzzled, and his expression was polite and natural.

"You really don't know me?"

This time Mo Xuzhi heard it.

Gritting his teeth indeed, the man's voice sounded like he wanted to eat him alive.

Mo Xuzhi calmly explained: "You are blocking the light, I can't see."

"..."

The man was silent for a while, and finally he was willing to take a step back, returning Mo Xuzhi's light to him.

With the light in his eyes, Mo Xuzhi finally saw the man's appearance clearly.

Thick eyebrows, big eyes, straight nose and thin lips, wearing a peaked cap and loose baseball uniform.

Although he looks a bit fierce, he is indeed a handsome guy.

Du Minsheng looked down at Mo Xuzhi, gritted his teeth secretly.

If he doesn't believe it, he can't tell who he is!

"Ah, here," Mo Xuzhi clapped his hands suddenly and said,

"Who are you?"

"..."

Du Minsheng put his hat behind his head and gritted his teeth: "Du Minsheng!"

"Do you remember?"

Mo Xuzhi stopped playing with the cup.

It seems that maybe maybe maybe there is a little impression.

Mo Xuzhi took another careful look at Du Minsheng.

"The brat playing the drums at the Bailan Bar... No, the drummer?"

Not like ah.

In Mo Xuzhi's memory, the little brat playing the drum was white and tender, and a little tsundere, didn't he look so... fierce?

Du Minsheng got angry again.

No matter how quickly Mo Xuzhi changed his words, he heard it.

In Mo Xu's heart, he is just a little brat?

"you……"

Just as Du Minsheng made a sound, Mo Xuzhi interrupted him directly.

"Sorry, my phone rang. I went out to answer the phone. I'll talk about it next time if I have something to say."

He spoke without panting at all, got up and left the bar as soon as he finished speaking.

"Sir, your wine...how about the guest next to you?"

The bartender turned around holding the wine glass, only to find that there was only one figure left in the corner.

"gone."

Du Minsheng took the wine glass, raised his head and drank it in one gulp.

Liquor burns throat.

He put down the glass, made a muffled noise, and said, "He won't be coming back. His glass of wine is on my account."

Mo Xuzhi stood still not far from the bar.

It was Xue Feng who called him.

"Xue Feng."

"Mo Xuzhi, you are quite courageous, why haven't you answered the phone for so long?"

"Something happened just now." Mo Xuzhi leaned against the railing on the side of the road, and the night wind picked up the hair on his forehead and flew forward.

The other end of the phone was silent for a while, and then Xue Feng's slightly hoarse voice came: "What kind of reward do you want for this matter? You can ask for anything, as long as it is not too much, I can satisfy it."

Mo Xuzhi raised his eyebrows slightly, and after thinking for a while, he realized what Xue Feng said about "this matter".

It turned out that he blocked Xue Feng with a knife.

Xue Feng almost forgot if he didn't mention it.

"Xue Feng."

Mo Xuzhi's voice sounded soft and gentle, Xue Feng on the other end of the phone tightened his grip on the phone, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down unconsciously.

"I want 500 million."

There was a little smile in Mo Xuzhi's voice, and he said, "I have my eye on a piece of jewelry, but I have no money."

"I asked the assistant to transfer the money to your card."

Xue Feng hung up the phone directly.

Thinking about it and feeling bored, Xue Feng lit a cigarette, leaned on the chair and watched the night scene outside the window, his eyes darkened.

I don't know what he was expecting just now.

Knowing that Mo Xuzhi is a person who loves money and loves money, he still can't help but think that Mo Xuzhi will make some other requests.

As for the other requirements, Xue Feng didn't think about it, but felt suffocated and panicked.

When he heard Mo Xuzhi's voice just now, the appearance of Mo Xuzhi standing in front of him jumped out of his mind instantly.

At that time, Mo Xuzhi even had a smile on his face, a warm smile.

He reassured him that there was nothing to be afraid of.

Blood stained his white shirt red, but he didn't seem to notice it.

"..."

Xue Feng ruthlessly stubbed out the cigarette butt, and finally handed over the money with his own hands.

This can be regarded as Xue Feng's last tenderness to Mo Xuzhi because of his resemblance to Shen Le.

Mo Xuzhi held the phone and waited for the account reminder.

He called again.

"The Seedling Protection Charitable Fund... Well, 500 million, the donor... No need, just go through the same process as before."

"call--"

Mo Xuzhi hung up the phone and heaved a sigh of relief, his ears seemed to be filled with the thanks from the person in charge of the fund.

All the money he got from those scumbags was donated to various charities, and the donors all used Mo Xuzhi's name.

This Mo Xuzhi did not refer to himself, but to the original owner.

The part where he asked Xue Feng and others for money was necessary for the plot, and he couldn't avoid it.If it can't be avoided, then he can only keep it, but he doesn't want the money, so he just donates it, which can be regarded as accumulating some blessings for the original owner.

When he first arrived in this world, seeing the scratches on his wrist, he probably knew where the original owner had gone.

Mo Xuzhi buried his face in his arms.