Cheap Lover 【Entertainment】

Zhou Ziche himself didn't know what he was avoiding, so he hung up the phone in a hurry.

His heart was beating extremely fast, hitting his chest one after another, making him almost forget how to breathe.

The person on the other end of the phone is not the real Jiang Gu, but Jiang Gu after amnesia.

Those gentle, caring, and even humble words of apology to him were just words from the fake Jiang Gu.

When that person regains his memory, everything will still be as bad as before. Jiang Gu will sneer at what he said when he lost his memory. If he stupidly continues to soften his heart, he will only get deeper and deeper and become a joke.

Zhou Ziche walked quickly to the bathroom with his head down, washed his face with cold water, and the crimson at the end of his eyes gradually faded.

He looked up at himself in the mirror.

The young man in the mirror has a handsome face and a gentle temperament, and his facial features can't see any flaws under his plain makeup.

Zhou Ziche, you can live a good life.

Now Jiang Gu is just a patient. Amnesia is a kind of mental illness, and what a mental patient says cannot be believed.

You can repay him by rescuing you from the gangsters, cooperating with him in acting, and pretending that you are still a loving couple, but you must know in your heart that everything is just a dream, and sooner or later the false things will be broken.

A real separation is the best choice for you.

When Zhou Ziche went back, everyone had already finished eating.

"Mr. Zhou, we left some dishes for you, all of which were cleaned and untouched early in the morning. Would you like to eat some more?"

He smiled politely, as if something had been stuffed in his throat, making him lose his appetite at all, but he sat down and finished the rest of the food.

During the filming break in the afternoon, Jiang Gu's secretary sent another message.

[Secretary: Mr. Zhou, Mr. Jiang's amnesia symptoms have not improved in any way. The doctor said that it may not be a problem of intracranial blood stasis, but a mental illness. It is recommended to take Mr. Jiang to see a psychiatrist. 】

[Secretary: I have invited two authoritative psychiatrists in China to come to see me. The doctor said that you may need to cooperate with Mr. Jiang for treatment. Go back to the place Mr. Jiang was familiar with before and spend more time with him as before. 】

Back to a familiar place?Get along for a while?

Zhou Ziche instinctively resisted.

[Is there no other way? 】

[Secretary: Don't worry, I just hope that you can accompany Mr. Jiang home for a few meals, and accompany him to the headquarters of the group. It doesn't matter if you don't want to. 】

If it's just for a few meals...it's not impossible.

[Cooperating with the treatment is fine, but it depends on my free time. I have to leave at any time when I have something to do on the set. 】

[Secretary: That's natural, Mr. Jiang also said, everything depends on Madam... Mr. Zhou, your time shall prevail. 】

[But if amnesia is to be treated, I'm afraid I can't hide the divorce from him, right?Since we want to help him restore his memory, we must not give him false memories. 】

[Secretary: I also consulted the doctor about this. The doctor's advice is to proceed step by step. If returning to a familiar place and staying with familiar people doesn't work, then...]

[Okay, let's do this first. 】

After a few winter rains, the weather cools down quickly.

Zhou Ziche finished his work and went back to the dressing room to change his clothes. When he walked out the door, the bitter cold wind howling in the aisle made him shiver, and he subconsciously tightened the neckline of his sweater.

The calendar on the mobile phone shows that it is already December, and the Chinese New Year is early this year, and the Spring Festival will be more than a month away.

"Brother Zhou, Brother Zhou—it's cold outside, it's almost minus 8 degrees Celsius today, you still wear so little, put on a down jacket!"

Zhou Ziche took the thick down jacket from Assistant Zhang, and the breath he exhaled turned into frost.

"Tomorrow the director is going to attend a party, and the crew will have a day off. Jiang Gu's injuries have almost recovered, and he can be discharged from the hospital just in time."

"You mean to go to the hospital to see Mr. Jiang tomorrow?"

"Well, cooperate with him in psychotherapy, we may still not be able to rest tomorrow, and you will have to work hard."

Assistant Xiao Zhang smiled innocently: "What's the hard work? I'm in charge of helping you contact some business when you're filming every day. You don't ask me to serve tea and water. I live every day like I'm on vacation with the crew. I won't move Move, your limbs will be rusted!"

Zhou Ziche was amused and smiled.

"Then do some exercise, run to the parking lot and drive!"

Early the next morning, Zhou Ziche arrived at the hospital, and Jiang Gu had already completed the discharge procedures.

The other party couldn't walk on the ground for a long time, so the secretary pushed a wheelchair.I have to admit that even though Jiang Gu is sitting in a wheelchair with bandages on his hands, when he is sitting quietly like this, his noble aura is still eye-catching.

The little girls at the nurse's station glanced at Jiang Gu and blushed quietly.

Zhou Ziche walked over slowly. He wanted to ask about the other person's physical condition, but before he could say anything, Jiang Gu spoke first.

"Ah Che was looking at those little nurses just now."

Zhou Ziche: "?"

The man in the wheelchair raised his head and frowned slightly: "Do you think which one of them is particularly good-looking?"

Zhou Ziche: "..."

"No, I just found out they were looking at you, so—"

"So?" Jiang Gu smiled softly, and the guard in his eyes turned into a warm honey color, "So, Ah Che was jealous, so he went to see them?"

Zhou Ziche's eyes darkened, watching Jiang Gu turning the wheelchair by himself very manly, leaving behind the nurses' station.

"This way they won't be able to see me, and Ah Che won't be angry, huh?"

Zhou Ziche gritted his teeth, this man lost his memory and was still self righteous.

"I'm not angry, they just look at you, what does it have to do with me—"

"Ah Che is speaking out of anger. Alright, let's go home. When we get home, no one will see me except you."

Zhou Ziche gritted his teeth sorely, repeating silently in his heart.

Jiang Gu is a patient, Jiang Gu is a patient, and he cannot be treated like a mental patient...

Then he showed a proper smile with the professional ethics of an actor.

"Let's go home."

The secretary arranged for a chef from a five-star hotel to cook for them at home early in the morning.

All Zhou Ziche had to do was sit at the dining table and wait for the food to be served.

In fact, they didn't often eat at home before their divorce.

Both he and Jiang Gu are too busy at work. He goes to the crew for several months or half a year, and Jiang Gu often has to stay up late and work overtime to deal with a project.

In short, they have time to go to a restaurant outside for a meal, and they are often interrupted by something in the middle.

Occasionally at home, either Jiang Gu made him a few simple pastries, or he cooked a pot of egg noodles for two. He never invited a chef to the house.

"Ache, Ache? What's wrong with you?"

Zhou Ziche came back to his senses, looked up at Jiang Gu, hesitated for a moment and stood up.

"It's nothing, I just want to make a few dishes with my own hands."