Cheap Lover 【Entertainment】

The largest investor in the film "Sea Island" is the Lin Group.

However, director Xu De has always been known for his strict requirements in the industry, and he will follow the investor's suggestion to give him a chance, which should be regarded as an affirmation of his past works.

Zhou Ziche first downloaded the script from the mailbox, then rummaged through the drawer to find a pen and paper, sat cross-legged on the carpet and began to write and draw.

Just after writing a few lines, his shoulders felt a little sore. He couldn't help moving his arms, and when he turned his head, he saw that the blue-purple finger marks exposed under the collar not only did not fade, but instead became darker.

A light touch is a dull pain.

The fingertips holding the pen trembled, and Zhou Ziche patiently read the last two lines of the first page of the script, then put down the things at hand and got up, and went to the closet to search for the medicine box.

This medicine box was still brought from Jiang Gu's home. At that time, he promised Jiang Gu that he would not take any valuables away, but he wanted to keep a thought for himself, so he quietly took this away.

The medicine box was opened, and there were two rows of medicine boxes neatly stacked inside. Sticky notes were pasted on the boxes, and the name of the medicine and the usage and dosage were clearly written on it.

Zhou Ziche's eyes slowly scanned the note paper, and when he saw the ointment for treating bruises, a smile suddenly curled up on his lips.

He was filming in the film crew, right? In hanging wire and beating scenes, bruises and abrasions happened from time to time, and this kind of ointment was also used the most.

The sticky note on the ointment was often touched by people, and the edges were a little rough, and even the ink stains on it had turned a dull dark gray due to the passage of time.

This is written by Jiang Gu, in case he is careless in the crew, he specially prepared a note for him.The man's handwriting has always been handsome and sharp, but at the end of this note, he drew a simple little smiling face for him.

Zhou Ziche's eyes softened little by little, and he didn't come back to his senses until there was a rush of car horns coming from a distance outside the villa.

The light in the bottom of the eyes flickered a few times, and then went out quickly.

He went to the mirror, stretched the neckline of his clothes, and carefully applied the ointment.

He remembered that this kind of injury should be healed by rubbing the bruise away, but——

He gritted his teeth, trying not to think about what would happen if Jiang Gu was there, and wiped away all the ointment with all his strength.

The soreness was superimposed like tides, and he stopped and straightened his clothes when he lost feeling in his shoulders and the skin around him was dyed a thin red.

There was another fine layer of sweat on the forehead and temples, and the previous bath was a waste of time.

After finishing the script, turning off the lights and laying down the quilt, it was almost midnight.

Zhou Ziche turned over, turned his body sideways to avoid pressing on his right shoulder, and finally fell asleep unbearably sleepy in the slight scent of medicine.

He seems to have had a dream.

There are many noisy voices in my ears.

"Come on, Wia hangs up, Xiao Zhou gets ready—"

In front of his eyes was a piece of pale white light, and the summer noon sun was scorching and dazzling, making it almost impossible for people to open their eyes.

He felt that the heavy ancient costume he was wearing was sweating, and the sweat on his cheeks was wiped dry by the assistant with a tissue and then condensed and dripped down.

His body soared into the air, and he pulled out the sword at his waist. Before he could speak his lines, the string hanging from his back suddenly loosened, and his body fell vertically towards the ground.

Underneath is the pergola set up by the crew to shade the sun. He fell from the height of two floors. Even though he was cushioned by the tent cloth, Zhou Ziche still felt a sharp pain in his spine when he rolled to the ground.

In an instant, his throat was choked and he lost his voice.

"There's something wrong with Wia—how are you, Mr. Zhou?! Call an ambulance!"

"Where's the nurse accompanying the crew? Come and have a look—how do you feel, Mr. Zhou?"

With such a sudden change, the staff of the crew almost swarmed up, and the anxious and concerned faces were a little blurred in front of their eyes, and the facial features could not be seen clearly at all.

His back was in pain, but when he turned his face sideways, he could only see the blood oozing from the sleeve robe of his arm, which was particularly glaring on the silver-white cloth.

But compared to the pain in his back, if he hadn't seen the blood stains on his hands, he wouldn't have noticed that his arm was also injured.

Severe pain stimulated the nerves, and the mind seemed to be extraordinarily clear, but the eyelids were as heavy as if a boulder had fallen, and they just wanted to close them.

"Mr. Zhou, the ambulance has arrived, please bear with me—"

When I opened my eyes again, the surroundings were pitch black, and I could only see the curtains drawn on one side without a single gap.

He moved slightly, and just as he was about to call Assistant Zhang's name, he heard the door squeak open.

Jiang Gu's deep voice seemed to be afraid of disturbing him, so he played it very softly.

"Ache? Are you awake?"

Zhou Ziche let out a "huh" and realized that his throat was extremely dry and hoarse when he made the sound. Fortunately, Jiang Gu got a response and quickly turned on the light and poured him a glass of warm water.

"Hey, be careful, your hand is broken and you have a plaster cast - there are a lot of bruises and abrasions on your back, it will hurt a little, come here and I'll feed you."

Jiang Gu's warm palm lightly touched his shoulders, helped him to sit up, and held him in his arms.

After drinking a glass of water, the throat finally felt less uncomfortable.

"Jiang Gu... You haven't been busy with a project recently, why did you come here suddenly?"

"You're so hurt, why can't I feel relieved?"

"But--"

"It's nothing to worry about. I've said hello to the director of the film crew. He will keep our relationship a secret for us."

Jiang Gu's movements are very light, and the strength to hold him is just right, so that he won't press the wound, and he can continuously absorb his body temperature.

Zhou Ziche couldn't help lowering his head, and sniffed Jiang Gu's collar quietly. The cold tobacco smell seemed to have a calming effect, and it eased his restless heart disturbed by the pain of the wound.

"I'm not afraid of this...I'm worried about the things in your company. Now that you come to see me, the things over there will be backlogged again, and then you will be too busy again."

Jiang Gu seemed to see his slight frown, and rubbed his fingertips between his brows, smoothing out that little wrinkle.

Instead of answering him immediately, he asked instead.

"Is the wound starting to hurt? I'll ask the doctor if I can add painkillers, okay?"

"No... I can bear it."

Zhou Ziche took a breath in a low voice, saw Jiang Gu's rolling Adam's apple, and couldn't help moving his gaze upwards, to his smooth jaw and handsome facial features.

When she met those dark and gentle pupils, her voice softened unconsciously.

"But... maybe you have to coax me a little bit."

Jiang Gu smiled softly, his eyes were deep, as if they were carrying emotions he couldn't understand, but the tenderness and doting was also true, so much that it was almost overflowing.

"During your stay in the hospital...I will always be by your side to coax you. Ah Che, be more careful when filming next time...If you get injured again, I won't allow you to make any more movies with fighting scenes."

"How can that be done! Almost all costume dramas have actors—"

Jiang Gu interrupted him lightly.

"Then don't get hurt."