Why can't the lead singer control himself

This thrilling night does not know when it will end.

The first group of people surrounded Zheng Hao to check his heart;

Over there, Li Minghui's phone calls never stopped, shouldering the important task of comforting the old man;

Also, the show didn't let them take a breather. I don't know how they managed the post-editing. This episode of the show was launched ahead of schedule.

Not long after, the trending searches for [Summer Ice Fan Retirement] suddenly hit the top, followed by [Summer Ice Fan Temporarily Changed Lyrics] [Salted Fish Freestyle Rescue] [Qin Dongwen Angrily Rebukes Batter for Disrespecting the Stage] Waiting for a few more, it looks like the preparation of the program group Good content, caught them off guard again.

After Wan Jingjing listened to the doctor's examination results, he diverted his attention to others.

He asked, "What does it mean to be sick?"

Lin Zhangzhang quickly explained: "No, no, I'm not saying that getting sick is a good thing."

He was overwhelmed by the hot search, and suddenly came up with an idea, and murmured to Maggie in a low voice, "If it's really sick, isn't it just right, can it make sense..."

Who knew Wan Jingjing was staring at Zheng Hao with all his attention, and he could still hear his words in his ears.

"I was thinking about it." Lin Zhangzhang sat down with Wan Jingjing and Zheng Hao, waiting for Li Minghui and the others to go through the hospitalization procedures.

"The show made these noises, round after round, without giving us time to fight back. It was nothing more than an ambush for the retirement. They also seemed to be very afraid of being exposed to the shady scene.

Of course, this trick can also be used against us by the way, making several hot searches and giving them a wave of ratings. "

"But this is not important." Lin Zhangzhang looked at Wan Jingjing, and found that the other party did not show a look of sudden realization. He couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, and hurriedly announced his idea:

"I want to say, if we can find an objective reason to explain the withdrawal, this reason is neither the shady show, nor the arrogance of our band, but it can be explained, so that the losses of both of us can be minimized." At the very least, a settlement can be reached.

And then, your plagiarism matter, as long as the program party doesn't bother with it anymore, we officially issue a statement of position and release manuscript evidence, and this matter will be resolved. "

Maggie summed up what he meant: "That is to say, we explained to the outside world that the withdrawal is because the lead singer is sick?"

"Ah yes, that's what it means," Lin Zhangzhang said: "As long as the explanation is clear, the rest is not a big problem. Changing the lyrics is a trivial matter, and we didn't scold the program crew face to face. storm."

Lin Zhangzhang added arguments while talking, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that the plan was perfect.

But Wan Jingjing said: "But he retired, not because of illness."

Lin Zhangzhang imagined that Zheng Hao would disagree, and Li Minghui and Chen Xiyue would disagree. He never expected that these words came from Wan Jingjing, who had been a manager for 3 or 4 years.

His words were a little choked in his mouth: "This, is this important?"

Wan Jingjing didn't answer him, but turned to Zheng Hao and asked, "What do you think?"

I don't know how much Zheng Hao listened to, he stayed for a while, and said slowly: "I won't retire because of this minor illness."

Lin Zhangzhang was speechless: "Now you understand."

He couldn't make sense with the sober Zheng Hao, and couldn't be more truthful with the confused Zheng Hao, so he only focused on attacking Wan Jingjing:

"Let's not worry about it so much. We didn't forge the diagnosis report. We were indeed sick, and it was the illness that came from staying up late for a few days. He probably had already been infected by then."

Seeing that Wan Jingjing was unmoved, Lin Zhangzhang sighed. He said this from the bottom of his heart: "Actually, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have let them be on the show from the very beginning."

"I don't blame you. Zheng Hao made his own decision. He won't blame you, and neither will I." Wan Jingjing said.

"I'm not playing tricks on you," Lin Zhangzhang said, "I just really regret it, so it doesn't matter if I quit, stop the loss in time.

So I think, you see people are stunned, let's end this matter earlier, and you all rest, okay? "

"If that's the case, what he did before would be meaningless at all."

Wan Jingjing looked at Zheng Hao and said.

Zheng Hao seemed to understand a little more at this time, and said to Lin Zhangzhang, "I don't think you can admit cowardice."

Lin Zhang couldn't hold them back, and looked at Maggie for help, wanting to say that this is your company, I'll resign and leave at worst, you can't see them being so indifferent, can you?

Who knows that Maggie didn't even think about it, or that she had already thought about it when she nodded and asked the band to post on Weibo to support Wan Jingjing:

"If we go back to the time when our company was the poorest, Lao Wan, can you come back and continue working for me?"

Lin's eyes were dark, and he had never encountered such an employee or boss in his career.

After a few people finished the examination and hospitalization, it was already late at night, and they still hadn't talked about the reason.

Wan Jingjing knew that this decision was too willful, but he couldn't accept the way of taking a step back, but he couldn't think of what to do to minimize the loss of everyone, and neither could anyone else.

Not to mention that Zheng Hao's mind is not clear, and it's not the time for a meeting to make decisions.

Fortunately, there is no rush to speak up.

They have expressed their position on Wan Jingjing's matter, and the evidence is in their hands, and it can be reversed if they are released at any time.

As for retiring from the competition, the program team is pressing harder and harder, so they can't be dragged away. It's better to let the insults come more violently, and only when the truth comes out can they have the strength to fight back.

Chen Xiyue made some connections and got a high-rise single room in the hospital, so he didn't have to worry about being photographed by others.

Wan Jingjing drove everyone else back, leaving only himself to accompany the bed.

When he returned to the ward after listening to the nurse's explanation, he saw Zheng Hao turning on the TV and watching the episode "Hear Our Voice".

Wan Jingjing pushed the other bed together, and asked him while tidying up: "Why, do you remember what you recorded?"

Zheng Hao looked at him, then at the TV, and replied with certainty: "Yes."

I don't know if it's true or not.

Wan Jingjing smiled and sat next to Zheng Hao.

He was not as dense as before, and his spirit was a little listless. The doctor said it was normal, but he had to watch him before he fell asleep.

Wan Jingjing asked him to rest his head on his shoulder. In the past, it was Zheng Hao who babbled endlessly, but this time it was him looking for topics.

"Then you won't regret it in the future? If you want to be strong, you have to fight to the end. Maybe you will be blocked by human capital in the future."

Zheng Hao spoke slowly, but without hesitation: "I don't regret it, I can be popular anywhere."

Wan Jingjing smiled and touched his nose.

There was a small bruise on it. He didn't remember how he got it. Everyone guessed that he was dropped by the mobile phone, and then both the person and the mobile phone were thrown unconscious.

Fortunately, nothing major happened.

After Zheng Hao finished his rhetoric, he looked a little depressed while watching TV, and said sullenly, "I'm singing."

Wan Jingjing was very sure of his point of view: "Well, I told you to practice your vocal music a long time ago."

In normal times, after listening to Zheng Hao, he must say that his voice is not in good condition, and then blame Wan Jingjing, who will not comfort others at all.

But when he is ill, he will not play tricks or refute, and will only become more pensive.

It looked so pitiful.

Wan Jingjing had no choice but to say: "In fact, you are in very good condition, but you have to continue to study and maintain your condition."

Unexpectedly, he blamed himself even more: "I messed up this performance, I sang badly, and my on-the-spot reaction was not good. It was all supported by that fan. I'm not as good as him."

Wan Jingjing reacted for a while before explaining whether to laugh or cry: "That's not a fan, that's a salted fish, a professional rapper, freestyle is his specialty."

Zheng Hao pursed his lips, still looking unhappy.

Wan Jingjing thought for a while, then patted his forehead: "You are the best lead singer in my heart, since the first time I saw your performance."

These words worked, Zheng Hao raised his eyes to look at him, and asked hesitantly, "Is it better than Freddie?"

As Wan Jingjing himself said, a man cannot be trusted in bed, no matter what level he is in bed...

Without blinking, he said, "Better than John Lennon."

Zheng Hao was very self-aware, and said modestly: "It's not comparable, the number of works is still a bit short."

Wan Jingjing accompanied him to open his eyes and dream: "Then take care of your body first, and then improve your creative efficiency."

Zheng Hao looked at the infusion needle buried in his hand, thought about his illness again, and asked Wan Jingjing a little anxiously: "Do I have a bad heart?"

"Mild myocarditis was caused by some infection in the throat before. It's nothing serious. I was hospitalized for observation for two days. I'll just rest well after that." Wan Jingjing was worried that he was afraid, so he quickly quoted the doctor's words to comfort him.

Who knew Zheng Hao was not worried about this matter.

He patted Wan Jingjing's thigh and said, "Don't worry, none of my family members have heart problems or other genetic diseases." He tried to recall, and added frankly: "It's just that my dad has high blood pressure, but the problem is not serious. "

Wan Jingjing was moved in his heart. He didn't dislike the gauze that smelled of disinfectant, and kissed Zheng Hao's hair through it.

But he couldn't help teasing him and said: "Then with your body, you will inevitably have some problems when you get old. I don't guarantee that I won't despise you."

Zheng Hao pondered for a while, then learned from the pain and said: "Then I will drink less bars in the future."

"Drink less, stop drinking for at least one year." Wan Jingjing took the opportunity to blackmail him: "And when myocarditis is cured, you have to go for a run with me and go to the gym."

Zheng Hao guessed that he was really afraid of being abandoned when he was old, so he agreed to these requests one by one.

Then, he asked the question that had been hidden in his heart for a long time:

"What about you, do you have any genetic diseases in your family?"

Wan Jingjing gritted his teeth angrily:

"I only have mental illness, and if I get sick in the future, I will suffer from domestic violence."

"Oh, it's okay," Zheng Hao said reassuringly, "I've never lost a fight since I was a child."

Wan Jingjing, who has never fought before: ...

That night, Wan Jingjing coaxed him until dawn, when the time was up, before he dared to let Zheng Hao lie down to sleep.

He was the first to wake up the next day, and the conversations and footsteps of nurses and doctors outside the corridor became more and more intensive. He first put on the sound-proof headphones for Zheng Hao.

After washing up, I went out to buy breakfast.

Zheng Hao's cell phone was broken, and thinking that he wouldn't be there for long anyway, Wan Jingjing wanted him to sleep more, so he left the cell phone in the ward so that he could play jazz music through the earphones.

It took only ten minutes to go back and forth. When he came back with the steaming millet porridge, he saw that the door of the ward was ajar from a distance.

Pushing open the door and entering, Wan Jingjing said, "Why are you awake? Is it outside..."

The words stopped in mid-air.

Because as soon as he entered the door, he suddenly saw three more people in the small ward.

The man closest to the outside is about the same age and figure as his father, but his temperament is more friendly than Wan Qing, but he looks unhappy.

Another man was about the same age as him, and his eyebrows and eyes were almost carved out of Zheng Hao's. He was standing by the bed, helping Zheng Hao to get up.

There was also a woman sitting by the bed, holding Zheng Hao's bandaged head and looking left and right.

They were attracted by Wan Jingjing who pushed the door open, and they all looked over.

The four of them stared at each other, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Only the vibrating sound of Wan Jingjing's cell phone sounded, and beside Zheng Hao's pillow, the caller showed that it was Li Minghui.

Zheng Hao's reaction was slower and slower than others.

He didn't feel embarrassed at all, and said to the woman next to him like a normal person:

"Mom, this is my boyfriend."