Cheap Lover 【Entertainment】

Zhou Ziche returned to the private room of the bar in a daze. Fortunately, Assistant Zhang came over in time to cooperate with him in a play, which made Lin Shiwei think that he really had a serious stomach problem, and hurried him away.

"Unlucky, really unlucky...Fortunately, Mr. Wang has already signed the contract—have you prepared stomach medicine? If you have prepared it, take it quickly, and don't spit it in my car!"

Lin Shiwei was cursing in the co-pilot.

Zhou Ziche's hands and feet were cold, and his temple hair was completely soaked. It was not clear whether it was wet from washing his face or stained with sweat.

Stomach pain was just an excuse, but now it seems to be real.

His abdomen was icy cold, and there were bursts of cramping pain. The wet clothes stuck to the skin, which magnified the pain several times. He gritted his teeth and endured it, but his eyes were already black.

Assistant Zhang looked at the slightly trembling fingers of the young man beside him, and also noticed something was wrong.

"Brother Zhou, Brother Zhou, are you okay—you just have to bear with it, and you'll be fine when you get to the hotel and take the medicine. Mr. Lin, can you stop at the pharmacy first, we may not have much stomach medicine .”

"Boss Lin, the pharmacies near here have already closed at this point."

Lin Shiwei hesitated for a moment: "Forget it, take him to my hotel, there is medicine over there."

The car immediately turned a corner and headed in the other direction.

"Mr. Jiang, they changed their lane...they should be going in the direction of Lin Shiwei's hotel."

"Follow."

"……Yes."

Zhou Ziche's face was pale, and he stumbled out of the car with the help of Xiao Zhang's assistant.

"Brother Zhou, we'll be there soon, just hold on..."

The vision in front of him was completely blurred, and the lights in the hotel lobby seemed to him to be a strange dim yellow, which almost blended with the white marble floor under his feet.

"No...wait a minute...mask."

Once he was photographed by the paparazzi, those unscrupulous marketing accounts didn't know what to write.

Assistant Zhang stomped anxiously: "Oh yes, the mask... it's all right, let's go, your lips are white..."

Jiang Gu watched the backs of several people disappear at the elevator entrance, with a sarcastic smile on his lips.

"Mr. Jiang, Mr. Zhou doesn't seem to be in good health. Do you want to ask your private doctor to go to the set to show him tomorrow—"

"Not in good health? I think his acting skills are very good, and he pretends to have a stomachache."

The cold voice rarely revealed a trace of sullenness.

The secretary was stunned for a moment: "Mr. Zhou, is that... just pretending?"

But he saw that Mr. Zhou's complexion was so bad, his hair was wet, and he was already walking unsteadily, didn't he look like he was pretending? !

Jiang Gu raised his hand and lightly tugged on his tie, the wedding ring on his ring finger looked a bit dim in the night.

"Let's go, go to the front desk and book a room, the one next door to Lin Shiwei."

After pouring down two bowls of soup and medicine in a row, Zhou Ziche swallowed them all instinctively, his mouth was numb from the hot water, and the nauseating bitter taste of the medicine made him want to vomit.

"Can't vomit, can't vomit, this is stomach medicine, drink it and sleep and you'll be much better... Brother Zhou, I'll help you go to the bathroom to clean yourself and change your clothes."

Zhou Ziche nodded slightly, and when he walked out of the bedroom, he saw Lin Shiwei on the phone at the desk, as if he was apologizing to Mr. Wang.

"... Change clothes, I... Let's go back to the hotel where the crew is."

"Ah? How are you going back like this? Let's rest here for one night."

"There's only one room here, I don't want to..."

While speaking, he caught a glimpse of Lin Shiwei walking towards him after finishing his phone call. He quickly stopped speaking, and stood leaning against the wall in silence, watching Assistant Zhang prepare towels for him.

"You stay here today, Mr. Wang just called and said he would come to see you with supplements later."

"...Boss Lin agreed?"

Lin Shiwei sneered: "Mr. Wang has good intentions, why didn't he agree? Although he has signed the contract now, we still have to cooperate in the future. If you cooperate well, I will be happy, so naturally I won't bother with you."

Zhou Ziche pressed his abdomen and endured a burst of cramping pain: "Well... I see."

"Mr. Jiang... It's been an hour, and Mr. Zhou hasn't come out of Lin Shiwei's room."

"Mr. Jiang, Mr. Wang brought a lot of gift boxes inside."

"Mr. Jiang, Mr. Wang is out...Mr. Zhou is still inside."

Jiang Gu was sitting in front of the desk, the lights in the room were turned on brightly, but his face was against the light, and he could only see a pair of cold and dark black eyes, like a wild animal out of its cage, and the hostility in his eyes kept deepening and surging.

Slowly playing with the ring on his hand with his slender fingers, he gave a low laugh for a long time.

"I see, you go out."

The secretary retreated to the living room in silence, and through the crack of the door, he saw that the lights in the study had been on from late at night to dawn.

It was a cloudy day, and when Jiang Gu came out, the ring on his hand had already been taken off.

The jade-colored face was indifferent, but there were a few red bloodshots in the eyes, obviously he hadn't slept all night.

The secretary immediately got up from the sofa: "Mr. Jiang, do I need to call you for breakfast? Or do you want to go out to eat?"

"You go to the underground garage, I'll be over in a few minutes."

"Yes."

The secretary opened the door, and just as he took a step, he suddenly turned around and closed the door, stumbling on the ground.

"...Mr. Jiang, I just saw Mr. Zhou leave the room and head towards the end of the corridor."

Zhou Ziche was not used to staying in the same room with Lin Shiwei at all, but he was prone to sleepiness under the influence of drugs, so he had to stay up all night looking at his mobile phone, barely waited until dawn, and immediately left the room to go to the set.

"Xiao Zhang, it's me. Where is the car parked? I'm coming down now..."

There was still a tingling pain in his lower abdomen, Zhou Ziche slowed down and listened to what Assistant Zhang told him.

It was still early, and the lights were still on in the empty corridor.

When he was about to reach the elevator entrance, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps behind him. Zhou Ziche subconsciously turned sideways to avoid it, but the next moment his wrist was grabbed violently, and his shoulder slammed into a warm chest.

The familiar smell of tobacco enveloped him immediately.

With the sound of the phone falling to the ground with a "snap", Zhou Ziche looked up in disbelief.

"Is Ah Che surprised to see me here?"

Jiang Gu left a small piece of cyan beard stubble on his chin, his thinned lips were very light in color, but the ink in his eyes was very dark, falling straight into his eyes.

"Why is your face so pale...Is it because you are not feeling well, or..."

"Let's not talk about it here..." Zhou Ziche grabbed his arm and relaxed slightly in his embrace, "Have you... booked a room? Or—"

Jiang Gu stared at him for a few moments, with a gentle voice.

"I've booked a room, come here."