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An Xiaojing was resting on the bed. After an unknown period of time, his mobile phone on the bedside table rang suddenly. It turned out to be a call from his manager, Yue Ziming.

An Xiaojing picked up the phone and glanced at it, then answered.

"Hey, Brother Ming, what's the matter?"

"I don't have anything particularly important. I just want to ask how your injury is doing, and how is your waist?"

"With Wujing's care, my back injury is much better, but I still can't get out of bed and walk, and it may take several days."

"Then you take good care of your injury first, and we will continue with the follow-up work after you recover from your injury."

"I'm sorry, Brother Ming."

When Yue Ziming heard that An Xiaojing apologized to him, he suddenly felt a little bit sorry, he said: "I picked up the variety show for you, you don't have to apologize to me if something goes wrong, if you really don't want to participate in this kind of show again, I will At that time, I will deal with the program group, after all, your personal health is more important."

An Xiaojing took a deep breath, thought for a while, and said, "I guess I won't continue to record this show. I think I will concentrate on filming in the future. If it's a variety show, I don't want to participate in it anymore."

For An Xiaojing's remarks, Yue Ziming seemed to have guessed it a long time ago. He was not surprised, but comforted An Xiaojing: "Okay, if you don't want to take on variety shows in the future, I will do it in the future." No more, I will help you pay attention to good scripts, we will concentrate on making movies, and then go to win the big prize."

"Thank you Ming."

"Why are you being polite to me? We have been cooperating for so many years. You are my cash cow now. Your body is the capital. I am still waiting for you to make me a lot of money and buy a big house."

An Xiaojing smiled without saying a word.

"That's fine, I won't disturb your rest, I have other work to do, so let's do this first, bye."

"Okay Brother Ming, goodbye."

After An Xiaojing hung up the phone, he lost all sleepiness in an instant, so he tried to sit up, trying to get out of bed to find something to eat.

Just when An Xiaojing was standing on the floor with bare feet, Yan Wujing opened the door and came in. He saw An Xiaojing standing on the cold floor with bare feet and no shoes, and he walked away with a dark face In the past, without further ado, An Xiaojing was picked up horizontally and put back on the bed.

Facing Yan Wujing's expressionless black face, An Xiaojing's heart skipped a beat. He didn't know why he felt scared, and he was even afraid that Yan Wujing would be angry with him.

An Xiaojing swallowed, pulled Yan Wujing's sleeve, and said cautiously: "Don't be angry, I just think I should be able to get out of bed and walk, so I want to go downstairs to find something to eat."

Yan Wujing sighed softly, wanting to get angry with An Xiaojing, but he really couldn't bear it, so he said to An Xiaojing gently: "If you are really hungry, you can ask the maid to bring you food, or you can order some food for you." Call me, the doctor said that your back injury is not fully healed, and you should not walk around or do strenuous exercise."

An Xiaojing pursed her lips, looking a little unhappy, "Then when do you think I can walk? I've been lying on a bed and a wheelchair for three days. I'm really bored. I want to go out for a walk."

"Didn't I take you for a walk in the yard just now?"

An Xiaojing shook her head, "I want to go out and walk around alone, instead of staying here, I'm about to get sick from boredom."

"Then I'll take you to another province to see the flower show tomorrow."

An Xiaojing raised his eyebrows, looked at Yan Wujing happily, and asked, "Where are we going to see the flower show?"

"You'll know tomorrow. Let's go downstairs to have dinner now."

"Ah."