Substitute subject to his outstanding acting

Lu Zhirui felt a strong pull.The picture in front of him blurred, causing him to fall into a faint uncontrollably.

After a brief moment of confusion, he suddenly opened his eyes.

It is the white roof of the hospital.The cold sound of the ECG monitor came, and as soon as he raised his hand, he touched the hanging bottle hanging beside the bed.

The doctors and nurses in the ward immediately surrounded him.

"Mr. Lu, you're awake." The leading doctor asked him. "Is there anything else you don't feel comfortable with?"

Lu Zhirui stared at the back of his hand.

It was his hand, long and slender, with well-defined joints, and a drip was still on the back of the hand.There was a faint pain in his forehead, but he was awake.

Hands, not cat's paws.

During his silence, the doctors and nurses beside him had already checked his heart rate and blood pressure.After looking at all the normal data, and then looking at Lu Zhirui who was sitting on the bed with a cold face and staring at the back of his hands silently, the doctor asked tentatively, "Mr. Lu?"

Only then did Lu Zhirui open his mouth: "I'm fine."

His voice was a little hoarse and he didn't sound very happy.

The doctor breathed a sigh of relief, and said: "Mr. Lu, don't worry, it's all skin trauma, and the brain and internal organs have not been injured. However, you have been under a lot of mental stress these days, and you are a little overworked and malnourished. You need a two-day drip."

This is not even a problem for Lu Zhirui.He has always been healthy, and he doesn't take these words to heart at all: "Well, I see."

The doctor turned his head and signaled the nurse next to him to check the instruments in Lu Zhirui's ward, recorded the data, and left a nurse to change his dressing: "Then Mr. Lu, if you need anything, please ring the bell."

Lu Zhirui rubbed his forehead and nodded casually.

Very strange.He just had a car accident and fell into a coma, but what happened in his coma was too strange.

How can anyone dream after being in a coma?It was still such a clear and lengthy dream, as if he had really turned into a cat raised by Xing Chi...

"... Mr. Lu?"

At this moment, a familiar voice came from his ear.

Lu Zhirui raised his head abruptly, and met a pair of wet eyes with red rims.

It was exactly the same as the pair of eyes in his dream, but they were two people at all.The eyes in the dream were arrogant and happy, and they narrowed into a slit when they smiled, so vile that it made people itch, but the eyes in front of them...

Familiar and real.Immediately, the absurd guess just now disappeared in front of these eyes.

Compared with Xing Chi, the one in his dream just now is simply another person.He has raised Xing Chi for nearly three years, and he knows what he is like best.Simple and well-behaved, like a blank sheet of paper, usually can't even tell a little lie, and would stutter and blush halfway through a lie.

How can such a cute little rabbit have two faces?

It was he who lost his head and took the "becoming a cat" thing as real.

Lu Zhirui let out a breath slowly, and pressed his forehead through the gauze.

"Mr. Lu, is your head still hurting?" Xing Chi, who was in front of him, immediately panicked and stepped forward, but he was careful not to disturb him, and stood in front of the hospital bed with his hands tied.

When Lu Zhirui looked up, he saw the panic and distress on his face.Those delicate and beautiful puppy eyes were full of tears, as if they were hurting for him.

"It's okay." Lu Zhirui had long been used to his appearance of fussing over a molehill.

As soon as he raised his hand, Xing Chi obediently sat down beside his bed, allowing him to touch his cheek with the back of his hand like a cat.

"Why did you come to the hospital?" Lu Zhirui asked lightly.

Xing Chi said obediently: "Sister Yue called just now to say that you were in a car accident. I was too anxious, I was afraid it would be serious... I can't get through to you..."

He spoke in a hurry, and because he was not good at expressing, he spoke in a mess.

Seeing that his face was flushed, Lu Zhirui patted the top of his head, then turned to look at his assistant Ji Lan who was guarding the door.

Ji Lan understood, and immediately said succinctly: "Ms. Yue called just now, and I told her about your situation. Mr. Xing was worried and rushed to the hospital very early, and stayed here just now."

Lu Zhirui looked at Xing Chi.

I saw Xing Chi lowered his head in embarrassment.He has beautiful facial features, and his head hanging down looks very cute and pitiful. The broken hair on his forehead hangs down limply, a bit messy, and he looks like he is in a hurry to go out.His eyelashes are long, and under the cold light of the hospital, you can still see the drops of water hanging on his eyelashes.

Inexplicably, the Xing Chi appearance in the dream appeared in Lu Zhirui's mind.

Very arrogant, beaming with joy, and would scold him at the cat.

There is a comparison to show how good the person in front of you is.Lu Zhirui was so soft-hearted, he stroked Xingchi's hair and asked, "Are you still crying?"

Xing Chi hurriedly wiped his eyes: "No."

His concealed appearance greatly pleased Lu Zhirui.The irritability and anger in the dream just now gradually dissipated, and he smiled twice: "Don't hide it. Have you had dinner yet?"

Xing Chi nodded.Lu Zhirui looked at him, and saw that his eyes blinked a little guilty, and a slight blush appeared on his cheeks.

This look is very cute.Thinking of the appearance of Xing Chi squatting in front of the coffee table eating fried chicken in the dream, the innocent child in front of him who is full of eyes is more and more pleasing to Lu Zhirui's eyes.

To be loved by someone with all their hearts and eyes, there will always be a feeling of being filled in the chest.

Lu Zhirui curled his lips calmly, and looked up at Ji Lan.

"Send for supper," he said.

"Alright Mr. Lu."

Ji Lan closed the door and walked out.

"Mr. Lu, you haven't eaten yet, have you?" Xing Chi asked. "I heard from sister Yue that you just got off the plane."

Lu Zhirui hummed.

"Then you must be hungry." Xing Chi said and stood up, looking at him expectantly with eyes that were not yet dry from tears. "I... I made some snacks, can you pad your stomach first?"

His cooking skills have always been poor, but he likes to make food for Lu Zhirui the most.

Lu Zhirui has always been picky, and everyone around him knows this.He raised his eyes to look at Xing Chi, and was about to refuse, but he met those eyes full of anxiety.

He paused, but the words of refusal turned into a faint "um" when he reached his lips.

Xing Chi's wet eyes lit up immediately, and he turned around to search for something in the backpack at the door.

Lu Zhirui looked at him indifferently.It may be that after raising it for a long time, it will also give birth to a pampering mind for a small gadget.

At this moment, Xing Chi took out a glass jar from his bag, and turned around, with a shy look on his face.

"Mr. Lu, it's cranberry biscuits, do you want to try it?"

In the transparent glass jar, there are baked biscuits that have been burnt.The jar, the batter, and even the slightly intact biscuits at the mouth of the jar are all so familiar.

Lu Zhirui's pupils shrank.

This can of biscuits is exactly the same as the one he saw in his dream.

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Xing Chi didn't know why Lu Zhirui suddenly changed his face.

It was fine just now.In front of Lu Zhirui, his acting skills were comparable to the Best Actor of the Academy Awards. His pitiful set of punches obviously made Lu Zhirui happy, and even put a smile on his face.

To make this dead-faced iron tree bloom is not something that ordinary people can have.

Why is your face so cold now?

Xing Chi held the biscuit tin, somewhat puzzled.

Do you think he is poor at workmanship?No way, he's always been like this.

He didn't know how to cook in the first place, he learned it all for Lu Zhirui.That's all, he's not good at learning skills.But it doesn't matter, after all, what hasn't Lu Zhirui eaten?The important thing is not whether he cooks well or not, but that he is clearly not good at it, but he wholeheartedly wants to make it for him.

Xing Chi thought that he understood the psychological offense and defense, so he was very confident and didn't think there was any problem at all.

He attributed everything to Lu Zhirui's unpredictable personality.

So, without any confusion, he walked to the bed with the glass jar in his hands, gently sat down on the edge of the bed, with three points of anticipation, four points of affection, and four points of embarrassment on his face. As soon as the eyelashes droop, nonsense comes out of his mouth.

"Mr. Lu, I'm not doing very well..."

In normal times, Lu Zhirui would definitely have tasted a few mouthfuls, and then said "it's okay" perfunctorily.In this way, he has fulfilled his obligation, and Lu Zhirui doesn't have to force himself to eat what he makes, it's a win-win situation.

But this time, Lu Zhirui sat on the hospital bed, didn't say a word, just looked at him coldly.

Xing Chi glanced at him cautiously.

Strange, I don't know why, Lu Zhirui's eyes coincided with the eyes of Rui Zai when he had a tantrum with him just now.

...What are you thinking!

He quickly woke up, looked up at Lu Zhirui, and tentatively showed an anxious look: "Mr. Lu, what's the matter, what's wrong with you?"

As he said that, he was anxious to ring the call bell on the bedside.

But before he stretched out his hand, Lu Zhirui grabbed his wrist.

He was obviously a patient who had just been in a car accident, but his hand was so strong that Xingchi's wrist was painful when he pinched it.

"Lu... Mr. Lu?"

I saw Lu Zhirui sitting there, with no emotion in his eyes, and with deep scrutiny, he asked after a moment of silence, "What were you doing before you came to the hospital?"

Xing Chi was dumbfounded.

What have you done?What else can he do?That is to eat something to cushion the stomach.Could it be that Lu Zhirui's head was smashed, and he even had to take care of his fried chicken?

The author has something to say:

Xing Chi posted an anonymous question on Zhihu.

[The man is moody and loses his temper for no reason. He hasn't reached the age of menopause. Could it be that he is ahead of schedule? 】