Cheap Lover 【Entertainment】

"Brother Zhou, Brother Zhou, wake up..."

In a daze, Zhou Ziche seemed to hear someone calling him, but something seemed to be pressing on his heart, and his mind was also chaotic.

He barely opened his eyes, his eyelids drooped heavily, and just as he moved, a stabbing pain came from his temple.

"……What's wrong?"

"Brother Zhou, you have a high fever! I have to take you to the hospital quickly... You sit in the car for a while, and I'll make a cup of antipyretics in the hotel room for you to drink."

Zhou Ziche sat up, raised his hand to touch his forehead, and let out a low breath.

"You don't need to go to the hospital, just drink some medicine."

"How can this be done?! Brother Zhou, I know you are afraid of delaying the follow-up trip, but the sooner you recover from illness, the sooner you can resume work."

"...Well then, remember not to let the paparazzi take pictures."

Recently, he has participated in a lot of activities, moved a lot of people's cakes, and many paparazzi are watching his movements. If he is photographed going to the hospital when he is sick, I don't know what will happen to the marketing account.

"Don't worry, I know what's going on."

Assistant Zhang drove all the way to the central hospital at lightning speed. After contacting the emergency department to explain the situation, he immediately helped Zhou Ziche walk through the staff passage to the ward.

After a lot of examination reports came out, the old doctor who was over [-] years old started talking in a rambling manner while prescribing medicine.

"This guy is a star, right? I think I saw a poster of this guy in my granddaughter's room."

Assistant Xiao Zhang was just a little proud and felt that his artist was quite well-known, when he heard the old doctor frowned and blamed.

"Even if you are a star, you can't ruin your body like this. Come on, you are this guy's... manager, right? Look at these indicators, it's not just about him having a fever!"

"I have stomach problems, and my energy and blood are not enough. Does he often feel dizzy and have numbness in his hands and feet?"

"Not eating on time, irregular work and rest, staying up late, it is easy to get these diseases at a young age. I see, this young man is also under a lot of psychological pressure. It seems that this star is not easy to be."

"This……"

Zhou Ziche sat on the chair, and couldn't help smiling slightly when he heard the words.

"Doctor, don't blame him. Irregular eating and rest is my own problem...he can't control me."

In fact, he was not like this before.

But since those accidents happened, he developed symptoms of anorexia and insomnia.

Every time he participates in an interview, the host will ask him how to keep in shape and whether he has a controlled diet for every meal.

In front of the camera, he could only answer "yes" with a smile, watching fans praise him for his self-discipline.

But in fact, he has long since eaten weight-loss meals and was always greedy for barbecue hot pot. He has become a big fish and meat in front of him. He can't even arouse any appetite.

The old doctor sighed helplessly, and prescribed medicine for him: "Go for an IV first, this medicine is one pill three times a day, this medicine is two bags every time twice a day, go."

Assistant Zhang took the list, first sent Zhou Ziche to the single ward, and then rushed out to get the medicine.

Zhou Ziche lay on the hospital bed for a while, wrapped tightly in the quilt, but still felt chills all over his body.

There seems to be another commercial shooting tomorrow... If he can't get his fever down tonight, all the work will be postponed, which would be a waste of other people's time.

He supported the mattress with his hands and stood up, lowering his head and trying to stay awake.

It was very quiet in the ward, the windows were closed tightly, but the cool night breeze still rushed in through the gap, he couldn't help shivering slightly, and suddenly heard light footsteps outside the door.

It should be Assistant Zhang who came with the nurse.

"The door is unlocked, come in."

There was a moment of silence outside the door, and after a slight sound of opening the door, the room quickly returned to silence.

"...I'm a little cold, can you add a quilt for me, or a blanket."

The other party didn't respond, but the sound of rummaging for something was heard not far away.

Zhou Ziche had a severe headache and closed his eyes.

"Have you brought all the medicine? When will the doctor who gave me the injection come?"

There was a burst of heat from the back of the feet, as if wrapped in a thin blanket.

Then there was a new cover on the lower abdomen.

"I have brought all the medicines. The doctor is preparing and will come to give you an injection soon."

Zhou Ziche was stunned for a moment, then suddenly opened his eyes and looked up, his almost transparent brown pupils shrank slightly under the light, and quickly cooled down.

"Why are you here? I didn't say that we don't need to contact any more."

Jiang Gu gently pulled the suit jacket with his knuckles and covered it up for him.

The black shirt outlines the man's beautiful figure with broad shoulders and narrow waist, and the dark red tie is elegant and expensive, reminiscent of European medieval nobles.

Jiang Gu didn't seem to care what he said, his expression remained unchanged.

"Ache is so seriously ill, why are you still in the mood to tell me this?"

Zhou Ziche turned his head and did not look at him, his voice was indifferent.

"It's just a cold and a fever. It has nothing to do with Mr. Jiang. Please leave. If someone photographs you here, my public relations team will find it very troublesome."

Jiang Gufeng narrowed his eyes slightly, as if trying to tell whether his words were sincere or pretentious.

"I gave Ah Che a month, have you made up your mind? Do you want to continue to follow Lin Shiwei, or agree to come back to me? As long as you are willing, I can promise to pick you up before the end of the year."

Zhou Ziche coughed a few times, and his voice became hoarse.

He smiled faintly: "Mr. Jiang seems to have made a mistake. It's not that you gave me a month to think, but that I don't intend to contact you at all."

"It's Boss Jiang himself, who appeared here out of nowhere and asked me these inexplicable things again. Isn't Mr. Jiang too busy with work and not clear-headed?"

The smile on Jiang Gu's lips turned chilly: "It seems that Ah Che is unwilling to discuss this matter with me, so let's talk about something else."

"Boss Jiang and I have nothing to talk about."

"Ah Che is not curious, how did I know about your illness, and how did I come here?"

Zhou Ziche's eyes froze for a moment. He had a severe fever. He should have reacted to things long ago on weekdays, but now he only realized it later.

He gritted his back molars, and looked at Shang Jianggu with a smile that was not a smile.

"...what are you trying to say?"

"What I said before was actually a joke with Ah Che."

When Zhou Ziche saw the blue wedding ring on Jiang Gu's ring finger, his right eyelid twitched a few times.

"You watch me."

Jiang Gu turned the ring slowly: "I came here this time to tell Ah Che some good news... The evidence of Lin Shiwei's involvement in the black industry has been handed over to the police by my team of lawyers."

"Ah Che, soon you will see Lin Shiwei go to jail, then return to me, and continue our previous life."