My wife is stupid, she always wants to slap me

Jiang Zhaohe is in the three-month forward group. The first two and a half months went to other places to shoot scenes. He came back half a month ago and started finishing work.

This is the book of an ancient fairy-tale drama. The heroine he plays is a powerful fairy. This character not only has very high requirements on appearance and image, but also has requirements on body and martial arts.

Jiang Zhaohe had practiced ballet for a period of time before for filming, and he didn't have to choose his figure and temperament. When he put on the costume and stood there, he looked like a fairy boy, and he was spotted by the director at a glance during the audition.

Later, the director watched his previous martial arts scenes, and the fans commented on the scene where he hangs wires: Seeing his ease, I reasonably suspect that he is using wires to cover up the fact that he can fly.

When Jiang Zhaohe was hoisted up and stepped on the leaf mountain with a calm expression, the screenwriter instantly felt that his performance was more beautiful than the scene of "the fairy came stepping on the leaves" he imagined.

“各部门注意，评仙传281场，action！”

As soon as the record was played, Jiang Zhaohe instantly entered the state, and the gentle expression on his face changed, and he became the cold and unkind chief of the fairy world.

He swung his sleeves wide and jumped down from the tree.

However, the accident happened at this very moment, and no one expected that Jiang Zhaohe's wire would be disconnected with a 'collapse'.

Jiang Zhaohe felt weightless in his body, and in panic, he felt a sharp pain all over his body, and then lost consciousness.

"Brother Jiang!"

The whole crew was stunned, and the lamb was the first to react, yelling and galloping towards him.

Director Jiang was so frightened that he dropped the script in his hand, and murmured: "It's over, it's over." He ran towards Jiang Zhaohe.

The screenwriter calmed down and yelled at the scene manager: "What are you doing in a daze, call an ambulance!"

The scene manager hurriedly took out his mobile phone tremblingly to make an emergency call, thinking the same as the director, it's over, if something happens to Jiang Zhaohe in the crew, they will all be over, Mr. Wen will definitely not let it go.

Everyone hurriedly sent Jiang Zhaohe to the ambulance. Xiao Yang saw the blood on his hands when he went to help his head just now, and was so frightened that his voice on the phone was trembling: "Brother Zhao, something happened to Brother Jiang, come here quickly Bar!"

Manager Zhao Jiaming was stunned when he received the call. He put down his work and rushed all the way to the hospital.

He thought he should be the first to arrive, but in Jiang Zhaohe's ward, he saw Wen Biehe with a worried face.

Xiao Yang finished calling Zhao Jiaming, and immediately notified Mr. Wen.

Wen Biehe sat at the head seat in the conference room, looking through the marketing report of the last quarter with a serious face.

The manager of the sales department at the bottom carefully looked at the boss's face, and saw that he was frowning slightly, and cold sweat broke out unconsciously on his forehead.

Don't look at their president's name, Wen Run Qing Zan, but their personality has nothing to do with these words.

Who in the company doesn't know that the president is notoriously picky, he is extremely picky, and every time he submits a report, he has to be prepared to be approved to the point of being bruised.

Fortunately, Wen Biehe was quite satisfied with the report this time, so he closed the folder in his hand and put it aside.

He lifted his thin single eyelid and looked around at the leaders of various departments gathered around the conference table.

"let's start."

The manager of the sales department breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing that Huang Helou, the assistant to the president, nodded to him, he picked up the USB flash drive and handed it to him. Then he got up and went on stage to give an explanation.

The meeting was in the middle of the meeting when Wen Biehe received the call, and when he heard that something had happened to Jiang Zhaohe, he brought the chairs in the meeting room down in a hurry.

"what happened?"

Wen Biehe frowned tightly, and his voice was solemn, but the assistant at the side saw that his hand holding the phone was shaking slightly.

"I see, send me the address."

After speaking, he hung up the phone, held the phone and walked out.

A group of employees looked at each other in blank dismay. They had never seen the boss so anxious.

The assistant, Huang Helou, was the first to react. He felt that the boss could react in this way. The news on the phone was either something happened to Jiang Shao, or the company went bankrupt.

Speaking of which, Jiang Shao's accident is much more serious than the company's bankruptcy. If the company is gone, it can make a comeback. Jiang Shao still has something, so it's hard to say what will happen to the boss.

But unfortunately, the content of this bad news is the former.

Wen Biehe didn't even have time to get his coat, so he strode to the elevator in the blink of an eye.

Yellow Crane Tower felt that if he hadn't moved quickly, the boss would not have had time to get his coat, but would have had no time to bring his assistant.

Fortunately, when they arrived at the hospital, Jiang Zhaohe had already woken up.

"The examination shows that there is no serious problem. I will stay in the hospital for observation for two hours. If there are no symptoms of nausea and dizziness, the possibility of concussion can be photographed, and I can be discharged directly from the hospital."

The doctor put down the lamp that had just illuminated his eyes, turned around and said to the worried man beside him.

Even if the doctor said so, Wen Biehe couldn't rest assured, he raised his hand to touch his lover's hair, but when he saw the bandage wrapped around his head, he put his hand down embarrassingly, fearing that his wife would damage it.

"How does it feel? Does it hurt?"

Jiang Zhaohe looked at the tall, handsome, travel-stained man with a crooked neckline in front of him, squinted his eyes and smiled, "It doesn't hurt, just a small injury."

Wen Biehe's attention was all on the bandage wrapped around his daughter-in-law's head, so he didn't notice that when he raised his hand just now, Jiang Zhaohe hid without a trace.