The male god put me on the hot search again [Rebirth]

In the ward, there was an ambiguous sweetness in the air.

On the small hospital bed, Pei Mingxuan leaned over and stared at the person who had tucked most of his face into the quilt: "How should I punish you?"

He Yuhuan buried his head even deeper, and his voice came out through the quilt, a little softer: "It's contagious..."

"I understand." Pei Mingxuan hooked the quilt with his slender fingers, and kissed it, lightly and tenderly, "You want a contagious punishment."

He Yuhuan shook his head like a rattle drum, his flying eyes suddenly found a savior, and pointed to the hanging bottle: "I'm infusion, the needle will slip."

Pei Mingxuan got up and sat back on the escort's stool. The last bottle of infusion was almost finished. After waiting for 15 minutes, the infusion bottle bottomed out. He pressed the bell, and the nurse quickly pulled out the needle. When the nurse left, he held He Yuhuan's hand , taking over the task of pressing cotton.

"You still want to be punished like slipping a needle." Pei Mingxuan had an expression that I understand best.

He Yuhuan swallowed his saliva, probably because the three bottles of medicine have taken effect, his throat is not so painful, his chest is also comfortable, and he is energetic enough to double his heart rate. The rapid sound of the alarm can summon the doctors of the whole hospital for consultation.

"I'm a patient..." He Yuhuan made the last struggle.

Pei Mingxuan lifted the quilt, the hospital bed was very small, he could only act as a pad, and hugged He Yuhuan from behind: "That is the punishment that the patient cannot bear."

He Yuhuan stopped talking...

The white quilt was slightly undulating, and Pei Mingxuan's hot lips moved closer as if he had a fever: "I have a good physique, so I won't be infected."

He Yuhuan closed his eyes, waiting for the boss's "punishment".

A low singing voice sounded in his ear, and Pei Mingxuan sang the melody of a nursery rhyme with a magnetic voice, charmingly: "Xiao Chu, darling, open the door."

He Yuhuan is good...

Pei Mingxuan was very measured. Considering He Yuhuan's physical condition, he only "punished" a little, making the person in his arms extremely small, while he went to the bathroom to put out the rest of the fire. When he came back, He Yuhuan had already fallen asleep Now, her cheeks are flushed, and her expression is as satisfied and happy as a child who has eaten candy.

He Yuhuan originally thought that returning to Longcheng due to his illness would be useless, but he didn't expect that Pei Mingxuan would take him on the plane the next morning after the infusion.

On the plane, he received a message from his aunt. No matter how much Weibo was unpopular, everyone’s Weibo couldn’t be deleted. My uncle checked the same city’s news early in the morning, and saw the news that he fainted into the hospital .

He Yuhuan: I'm fine, it's just that I haven't slept well in the past few days, I felt dizzy, and woke up when I arrived at the hospital.

Aunt: The first hospital?Which department and which bed?

He Yuhuan: It's nothing serious, I stayed for one night and then left. I'm already on the plane back to Dragon City.

Auntie: You child, don’t say anything when you come back, at least come home to have a meal before leaving.

He Yuhuan: Dragon City still has work, I will definitely come back next time!

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As soon as the plane landed, He Yuhuan was taken straight to the best hospital in Longcheng by the nanny car. As he expected, he was hospitalized for a week and healed after two weeks of transfusion.

Seeing that another new year is approaching, there are more FIRE5 group announcements arranged by Baicai. After the long Spring Festival holiday, there are fewer announcements, but this is only short-lived. FIRE5 will be graduating in less than five months. The last group album, the second season of the group show, and the graduation concert are all on the schedule.

For two full months, He Yuhuan moved between the recording studio, practice room, and variety show recording venue. Except for occasional video communications and entertainment news videos, he never saw Pei Mingxuan.

At the beginning of April, "Recalling Jiangshan" was broadcast, and it was a big hit. The hot search was full of related entries all day long. Pei Mingxuan, who was unstoppable from the very beginning, had never even come down for a rest. The original author of "Recalling Jiangshan" started to serialize the sequel in the middle of last year, and it ended at this time. The copyright of the drama version was sold immediately, and it is still the first film producer. The sequel of the drama version was put on the agenda, and the leading role was naturally invited He Yuhuan and Pei Mingxuan.

On this day, the driver drove a nanny car and took He Yuhuan, who was given a day off, to the "staff dormitory" of the studio.What Boss Pei meant was to let He Yuhuan browse the script and confirm the contract matters, but all of these can be done through the Internet, the real meaning is self-evident.

He Yuhuan looked at the "home" that was getting closer and closer, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

Zeng Jiaxin was also in the room, and when He Yuhuan entered, she was staring at Pei Mingxuan.

"This gala is a big investment, and the appearance fee is also high, and your family Yuhuan is also invited. Where did you touch your back?" Zeng Jiaxin poked at the contract, almost tearing the paper.

"Fire5's was also rejected." Pei Mingxuan's tone was indisputable.

When He Yuhuan saw the content of the contract, it was astonishingly that it was the party where he and Pei Mingxuan were both killed and reborn in a ceiling lamp falling accident in his previous life.

Zeng Jiaxin frowned and got angry: "It was clearly written in the joint operation contract at the beginning, we can only veto Yuhuan's announcement, and cannot interfere with all FIRE5 group activities."

"Call the senior management of Cabbage." Pei Mingxuan pushed the contract away.

Zeng Jiaxin dropped his pen and dialed the number of the senior management of the cabbage.

As soon as she gave a feed, Pei Mingxuan snatched the phone over: "I'm Pei Mingxuan, and the two FIRE evening parties at the end of May are all canceled."

"Mr. Pei, you are joking. We have signed the contract, and if we reject it, we will pay liquidated damages, and according to the contract, you can't interfere..."

"I will compensate you for the liquidated damages." Pei Mingxuan reiterated, "All of them will be rejected."

"You can't be so arbitrary, at least you have to give us a reason."

"If you cancel the party, I will pay the liquidated damages for Cabbage. FIRE5 will be dissolved early, and I will pay the liquidated damages for Cabbage." Pei Mingxuan's tone was as cold as ice, "Choose one."

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

The room was also eerily quiet, Zeng Jiaxin looked at Pei Mingxuan like a monster, while He Yuhuan frowned at the contract.

He never wanted to go to that party again anyway, the feeling of dying and the pain of losing his beloved, he never wanted to experience it again.Pei Mingxuan's thinking was more complicated than his. He seemed to think that not only that party, but similar occasions at a similar time were also classified as dangerous by him.

"I have no right to decide such a big matter." The other end of the phone said, "We need to have a conference call."

Half an hour later, the senior executives of the cabbage table connected with this head.

Pei Mingxuan's attitude was very firm, either he would postpone the party, or he would breach the FIRE5 team contract and let He Yuhuan leave the team ahead of time. Although Zeng Jiaxin was dissatisfied, he still stood in the united front with Pei Mingxuan in front of outsiders, explaining the pros and cons of both.He Yuhuan is the most popular member of FIRE5. He has more fans alone than the other four members combined. If he leaves the team, Baicai will suffer huge losses in the next two months, and with Baicai's poor management The way, and Pei Mingxuan's excellent reputation, the public opinion on the Internet will definitely point to the cabbage exploitation of members, leading to He Yuhuan's departure from the group.

In short, the conclusion is that Pei Mingxuan has the final say.

The meeting didn't go on for too long. There was a big difference in the number of people on the two sides, and the strength was even worse. With Pei Mingxuan's cold face and Zeng Jiaxin's sharp tongue, the 12 people on the opposite side were so powerless to fight back, the party naturally went smoothly. Lost, the price is that Pei Mingxuan has to pay nearly ten million in liquidated damages.

After the conference call ended, Zeng Jiaxin rewarded Pei Mingxuan with a blow to the head: "What the hell is going on?"

Pei Mingxuan laughed easily: "It's not pleasing to watch these two shows, that's all."

After Zeng Jiaxin left, He Yuhuan was in a mixed mood. He felt sorry for the money, but also worried that there would be another accident at that party and hurt others.

"Brother Mingxuan, will the accident happen again?"

"All events have a cause and effect, any link changes, the result may be different." Pei Mingxuan tore up the contract on the table and threw it into the trash can.

"But it's not us, but the stage lighting." After He Yuhuan finished speaking, he suddenly realized that something was wrong. It has been two full years since he was reborn, and he has not carefully recalled the events of that day. A lighting engineer adjusted the dome light, and logically speaking, an accident is impossible. "Don't you think this is not an accident?"

"It's not impossible, but we don't have any evidence." Pei Mingxuan said it easily, rubbing He Yuhuan's hair, "Don't think about it, we can't stop the whole party, even if we ask them to pay attention to the safety of the lights, it will only be regarded as Nosy psychopath, if an accident does happen, we can't stop it. After all, we are not the saviors."

He Yuhuan was silent, he was right, because rebirth knowing the future is too unbelievable, no one would believe them except for each other who had the same experience.

He Yuhuan could only pray silently that the accident would not happen.

Perhaps his prayers worked, and the two evening shows at the end of April were held safely. The only regret for the audience was that FIRE5 and Pei Mingxuan, who were originally on the program list on the Internet, were unable to attend due to the itinerary announced by the marketing account.

At the beginning of June, the FIRE6 graduation concert began to be intensively prepared. The members went to the stage that was still being arranged to check in. He Yuhuan looked at the densely packed lights above the stage with lingering fear.

"Master." He Yuhuan stopped a lighting engineer, "I want to ask you a question."

"You say."

He Yuhuan thought about his words: "There are so many lights installed on it, the weight must be several tons, can these beams bear it?"

In fact, according to the physics knowledge he has learned, there is no problem with the load bearing on the top, but he still wants to hear a professional answer.

"Of course I can bear it. It's all professionally designed, and the custom-made materials are also top-notch. It's no problem to add so many lights."

"Then there are so many lights, could it be..." He Yuhuan felt that the following words were a blasphemy against professionals, and it was obviously not polite, so he paused, and for a moment he didn't think of a wording that was decent and able to draw a conclusion.

The lighting engineer was not angry, but was happy: "Your mother Huan's title is really not covered, and you are more worried than my old lady. The installation requirements of the ceiling light are very standardized, and there is absolutely no problem. The things on it, If it falls from an unsteady place, it will be fatal, and if it is not careless, if there is an accident, not to mention losing your job, you will also be held criminally responsible, and everyone dare not relax."

"Thank you." He Yuhuan thanked politely, but his mood became more and more complicated.

Could it be that the falling lamp accident was really not an accident?