Cheap Lover 【Entertainment】

"Director—Mr. Jiang, Jiang's investor is here."

Director & Paper Man: So suddenly, it must be a surprise attack, to see if the work of our crew is wasting money.

Actors: You must perform well. What if investors are willing to give me better resources because of my acting skills? !

Staff: Ahhhh, the handsome guy is here again!

The man in the wheelchair slowly came towards them. His handsome face was almost as cold and white as the surrounding scenery in the cold winter air. The dark pupils under the extremely deep browbones faintly covered the whole body. Glancing around the busy crew, people subconsciously stopped the work at hand.

The director hurried up to meet him: "Boss Jiang, I didn't know you were coming today, so..."

"It's okay, I'm just passing by here to take a look."

Jiang Gu explained something casually, looked through all kinds of people, looked twice, but couldn't find Zhou Ziche's figure from the crowd.

Maybe in the dressing room...

"Director, I want to ask if all the actors from the production team are here today?"

"Uh...Xiao Zhou asked me for leave this morning. He said he had a severe fever and was sick. His assistant took him to the hospital and he didn't come. Xiao Zhou works hard in filming and is not afraid of hardship. If he is not sick, he will definitely not ask for leave. , do you see?"

Jiang Gu's hand holding the armrest of the wheelchair tightened for a moment, and his face was a little gloomy.

"It's good that everyone else has arrived. I still have something urgent to do, so I'll leave first. Everyone keep busy."

After speaking, he controlled the wheelchair and left the studio, leaving a group of people looking at each other in blank dismay.

"Director... I think Mr. Jiang just heard that Mr. Zhou asked for leave, and his face is not very good-looking. You don't think he thinks Mr. Zhou is playing a big role in passive sabotage?"

The director's tone was hesitant: "Probably not, President Jiang and Xiao Zhou have met before, and besides, Ren Xiaozhou's reputation in the industry is obvious to all, so it shouldn't be so."

"That's right, maybe the president is like this, and he usually has this expression, then let's continue as the director."

Jiang Gu opened the car door and ordered coldly, "Go to the hospital."

When he got in the car, the secretary didn't step on the accelerator, and the man's eyes became colder and colder.

"Why don't you go?"

"...Mr. Jiang, you haven't said which hospital you're going to."

"...Go to the nearest one first." Jiang Gu's thin lips were drawn into a sharp line, "I'll call Ah Che now."

Zhou Ziche got an injection, hung up the water, found a corner seat and sat down, lowered the brim of his hat, and fell asleep with his head down.

The single ward of the hospital was already full. In order to prevent him from being recognized and affecting the order of the hospital, he could only sit in the office of the hospital director.

The phone in his pocket vibrated a few times, and Zhou Ziche woke up from a half-dream. The medicine injected into his body hadn't fully taken effect, and he was still groggy.

He took out his phone and took a look, it was Jiang Gu again.

"Xiao Zhang, please help me pick it up."

His throat hurts badly, and every word he speaks feels itchy and painful. It is easy for Jiang Gu to hear that he is not in the right state.

Assistant Zhang took the phone and walked to the corridor.

"Mr. Jiang, what's the matter with you? Brother Zhou, it's not convenient for him to answer the phone for the time being."

"Where are you now? I'm downstairs in the hospital."

"Ah?" Assistant Zhang was taken aback for a moment, "Where did you say you were?"

"I've been to the crew, and the director said that Ah Che was very sick with a fever, and he asked for leave to go to the hospital. Where is he now, I'll come and see him."

Assistant Zhang knew that he had no control over this matter, so he hurried back and asked Zhou Ziche in a low voice.

"What should I do, Brother Zhou, seeing Mr. Jiang like this, I will definitely not leave before I see you."

Zhou Ziche sighed and rubbed his sore temples: "Just tell him that I fell asleep and don't want to see anyone."

He really didn't want to see people, he just wanted to sleep well, he felt uncomfortable everywhere when he was awake, it was too torturous.

Assistant Zhang glanced at the phone that hadn't hung up yet, picked it up and heard Mr. Jiang say it.

"Ache said he didn't want to see anyone?"

"Yes... Brother Zhou is already hanging water and needs to rest. How about I contact you when he gets better?"

"Let him have a good rest. I'll wait for him in the parking lot downstairs of the hospital. Why don't you come down for a while, and I'll bring him porridge. If he wants to eat, he can eat a little."

"it is good."

Zhou Ziche saw Assistant Zhang hurried downstairs, so he knew that Jiang Gu hadn't insisted on coming up to him. He relaxed a little, put his chin on one hand and prepared to go to sleep, but his stomach, which hadn't eaten all morning, suddenly convulsed, and a little Stomach acid.

Tsk... It seems that his stomach is starting to feel uncomfortable. He left in a hurry in the morning, and he didn't have time to eat breakfast.

"Brother Zhou, someone brought you porridge, would you like some?"

Zhou Ziche opened his eyes again, and saw Assistant Zhang walking towards him carrying an insulated lunch box. The lid was lifted, and a strong aroma of porridge made his empty stomach clamor for hunger.

He lowered his voice: "Jiang Gu brought it?"

"Yes, I thought you didn't eat anything in the morning, and it would be nice to have some porridge when you were sick, so I went downstairs and brought it up, would you like some?"

Zhou Ziche nodded. He took the spoon, took a spoonful and put it into his mouth. The hot porridge was still hot on the tip of his tongue. When it went down his throat, it seemed to dissipate a lot of the chill in his body. .

"Is he still downstairs?"

"Yes, I said that I will wait for you to finish the injection and see you in person before leaving."

Zhou Ziche pondered for a while; "You start a WeChat video for me, bring the earphones, and I'll tell him."

The video call was made, and the other party connected within two seconds.

Zhou Ziche adjusted the position of the phone, put it on the armrest of the chair, and slowly scooped up the porridge with one hand.

"I just have a fever. It will be better in two days at most. It's not a serious illness. You should be quite busy, so you don't have to wait for me downstairs."

Jiang Gu's deep voice rang clearly in his ears through the earphones.

"It doesn't matter. The company's affairs can be handled in the car. It just so happens that I haven't seen you for a long time. After you finish the injection, I will send you to the hotel and go back, I promise."

Zhou Ziche wanted to say something more, but just as he opened his mouth, the other party slowed down and added another sentence.

"Ah Che, just for the sake of porridge, let me take you back to the hotel, okay?"

Zhou Ziche's hands that scooped up the porridge paused for a moment, then hesitated: "...well, I'll call you when I get down."

It was two hours after hanging the water, the fever subsided a little, Zhou Ziche cleared his throat, and found that speaking was no longer so uncomfortable, so he took a bag of medicine from the staff elevator to the underground garage.

"Jiang--"

Jiang Gu made a silent gesture towards him, and then said to the laptop: "The meeting is here first, and it will continue at eight o'clock in the evening."

Then I turned on the computer.

It turned out to be a meeting.

Zhou Ziche got into the car sideways, and a thin blanket was quickly placed on his legs.

"Are you hungry? If you are hungry, I will take you to lunch."

"I just had porridge."

Jiang Gu nodded: "Well, are you feeling better after taking you back to the hotel?"