After I dressed as a fake young master from a wealthy family, I became popular [entertainment circle

"I'm going to your grandma," Director Liu pushed Lu Qiu away, grabbed the walkie-talkie and shouted, "Kakaka! Hurry up and help her up! Call 120! Hurry up!"

The nearby staff also panicked. Some of them didn’t react. The props team and the camera teacher stayed where they were holding things. It's a mess, and I don't know what's going on inside.

Chen Xu was sweating profusely in the crowd. She walked forward desperately and shouted, "I'm Teacher Xiaohang's assistant! Please get out of the way! Let me go!"

But there were too many people around her. Her breath seemed to be pressed in her chest, and she couldn't lift it up or swallow it. Her voice was like a broken bellows being pressed and turned. It was hoarse and fragmented, and the people around her didn't respond at all. .

Chen Xu was going crazy, she was worried and uncomfortable, she could hardly breathe, and her eyes turned black——

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded from behind the chaotic crowd: "Quiet!"

In just two words, it is not sharp or even roaring, but the sound pressure is so strong that it can cover the audience without relying on amplifying devices, which fully demonstrates the outstanding professionalism and professionalism of an excellent actor who has played countless emperors. Line skills - the audience was instantly quiet.

Chen Xu ecstatically tried to turn her head away: "Teacher Hang!"

Hang Xiutu walked towards the middle of the crowd as if he didn't hear him. I don't know if it was because of his identity, status, or the chilling aura all over his body. The people on the left and right sides consciously lined up, and even subconsciously hid behind others, trying to do as much as possible. A little farther away from Teacher Hang, the crowd gave way at an incredible speed.

He lifted up the hem of his clothes, which was a little in the way, and hurried to the place in the middle near the wall.

The little brother in my memory always frowned quickly every time he saw him, his obsidian-like eyes seemed to be shining with light, he would happily wave to himself, or look at him happily and shyly, and then use his dew-like clear The sweet voice called: "Brother!"

Instead of sitting on the ground with his eyes closed and leaning against the wall like now, his fair skin was stained with an abnormal blush. Sitting there, he even breathed very lightly, quieter than a sleeping cat .

Hang Xiutu felt that he had never been so anxious, his bones and blood seemed to be sucked out inch by inch, leaving only a shuddering coldness, his chaotic mind had no idea what kind of action he used to rush forward, and whether he was lost or not. Demeanor, who knows how urgent his voice is: "Hang Yang!"

Fortunately, Hang Yang reacted to the voice, he slowly raised his eyelids, his misty eyes looked for a while before focusing, he showed a slightly tired smile to Hang Xiutu like a conditioned reflex, and his voice was very soft , like a drop of spring rain hitting the window pane, about to shatter into pieces: "Brother... I'm a little tired, can you, can you take me back to rest?"

Hang Xiutu raised his eyebrows suddenly, and he tried his best to keep his arms from shaking. He gently but firmly poured Hang Yang into his arms, and patted his beautiful and thin back like a butterfly very gently: "Go, brother will take you go home."

Hang Yang's face lay on Hang Xiutu's neck, and he patted the skin of Hang Xiutu's neck gently with a trembling breath of high temperature, like blowing away a handful of peach blossoms.

He showed a silent smile, and then closed his eyes peacefully again: "Yeah."

The sound of the siren of the ambulance in the distance was already very close, Hang Xiutu hugged Hang Yang firmly, and walked out silently under the eyes of everyone who was either surprised, suspicious or worried, Chen Xu wiped his sweat and panted Approaching, she was out of breath: "Hang, Mr. Hang!"

"You follow." Hang Xiutu did not stop, he was clearly holding someone, but his pace was surprisingly fast, and Chen Xu had to trot to keep up.

The back door of the ambulance opened, but only one family member was allowed to follow. Hang Xiutu simply explained to Chen Xu, "Take a taxi, bonus and overtime pay will be calculated separately" and got into the car quickly.

Due to Hang Xiutu's identity and influence, in order to avoid possible confusion, the ambulance stopped directly at the back door of the hospital and sent the person in through the VIP passage.

Hang Xiutu saw a group of people busy in front of him, his five senses seemed to be covered with an extremely fine veil, and all the scenes were indescribably hazy and distorted.

But it seemed like instinct, he "saw" that he had arranged everything in an orderly manner with an almost terrifying calmness: he called Lan Xinrong, notified him in advance to deal with possible photos and malicious marketing, and told him He hung up the phone before asking questions endlessly; and quickly led Chen Xu, who arrived one step later, to see the emergency doctor, and explained clearly the situation of Hang Yang in the past two days; he even notified Uncle Li to make arrangements for Hang Yang's food and clothing in the next few days appropriate……

Until the doctor stood in front of him and told himself clearly: "The patient is just suffering from a severe cold and insufficient blood supply caused by overwork, so he went into shock, but it was treated in a timely manner, and there will be no serious sequelae—"

It was only then that Hang Xiutu felt that the layer of veil that isolated his five senses was suddenly torn away. In an instant, all the sounds, the colors in front of his eyes, and even the air mixed with disinfectant hit his head, and his tall body shook violently. After holding onto the wall, he took two sharp breaths before quickly recovering from his gaffe. Hang Xiutu tidied up his messy collar a little: "Sorry, you continue."

Of course, the emergency doctor was used to this kind of scene, so he just nodded indifferently, and continued: "There will be some normal sequelae in the next few days, such as limb weakness..."

Hang Xiutu felt the phone vibrating in his pocket, he motioned to the doctor, took out the phone, walked to a corner of the room, took it out and took a look - there were two large characters of "Luqiu" on it.

Hang Xiutu didn't hesitate at all, hung up the phone with a blank expression on the scene, and then quickly dialed Tang Yi's number, her side was still very noisy, it should be on the set: "Hello! Teacher Hang! I just heard they said you went House B, I’ll rush over right away—”

"Don't worry," Hang Xiutu interrupted her, "Go to Lu Qiu first, tell him to come here by himself, and explain in front of my face."

Tang Yi: "???"

Her heart tightened, and she stuttered a little: "No, no, Teacher Hang!"

"Repeat the original words to him. Add money at the end of the year." Hang Xiutu added lightly, and hung up the phone in Tang Yi's cheerful voice.

Only then did he put one hand against the wall and let out a long sigh, and slowly pressed the other hand on his slightly throbbing temples, half-closed his eyes and silently resisted the sudden burst of tinnitus.

The emergency doctor next to him looked at his state and said softly: "Mr. Hang, Mr. Hang, I see that you are also very tired. Why don't you take a rest first and change your clothes? You see that the clothes on your body really stand out..."

"Sorry," although Hang Xiutu was exhausted, but probably his good self-cultivation had been carved into his bones, even though his clothes were a little messy, he still revealed an indescribable demeanor, "I'm causing trouble to the hospital, I'll go clean it up right away Treat yourself."

"Okay, I'll take you through the staff passage to the locker room. Your brother has been transferred to the general ward, inpatient department 1303. His fever should be gone tonight, so don't worry."

Hang Xiutu nodded: "Okay, thank you."

When everything was tidied up, when Hang Xiutu went to Hang Yang's room, Chen Xu was standing in front of Hang Yang's hospital bed. Her eyes were obviously swollen, and a little make-up had already been worn out. Seeing Hang Xiutu entering the room, this The little girl stood up with a "chuckle", her eyes quickly filled with water: "I'm sorry, Mr. Hang..."

"Thanks for your hard work." Hang Xiutu immediately interrupted, he waved his hand, "Go back and rest first, Hang Yang told me that your home is in another province, so you can buy a ticket and go home for the New Year tomorrow."

Chen Xu was taken aback: "But, but Mr. Xiao Hang—"

"Hang Yang won't return to the production team years ago." Hang Xiutu's voice was flat, but with a strong sense of reliability, people couldn't help but believe that every word he said would come true.

"Okay, okay... Please trouble Teacher Hang, call me whenever you need it." Chen Xu nodded a little confusedly, she slowly packed her things, looked at Hang Yang with half joy and half worry, and walked to the door of the ward I couldn't help but look back again.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and gently closed the door.

The room was quiet, Hang Xiutu walked slowly to Hang Yang's bed, sat down on the stool, every movement was extremely light.

The heating was turned on in the ward, and the temperature was not low. Hang Yang's injecting hand was exposed outside the quilt, and the huge stranded needle stuck in that thin hand, which made Hang Xiutu's heart tremble inexplicably.

He stretched out his hand to gently brush Hang Yang's fair face, as the doctor said, the heat had receded a lot, and the abnormal blush on Hang Yang's face had also faded, and he lay quietly on the bed in a small ball , looking indescribably well-behaved and pitiful.

"Why did you come in here again?" Hang Xiutu gently hugged Hang Yang's hands that were a little cold because of the infusion, and his movements were much more skillful than last time. "This is the third time this year, I blame my brother."

His voice softened, just like putting a child to sleep. The usual Hang Xiutu probably didn't know that he had so many trivial nonsense: "Don't come here even once next year."

Hang Xiutu paused for two seconds, and placed a very light kiss on Hang Yang's forehead: "Then it will be your acquiescence."

Suddenly, a harsh voice came from outside the door, Hang Xiutu frowned, subconsciously feeling that something was wrong.

He hurried out the door, and sure enough, he saw Lu Qiu coming this way, followed by the unlucky guy who was dragged by force - Liu Shaowu and Director Liu.

As soon as Lu Qiu saw Hang Xiutu, he quickly put on a stiff smile: "Hey, Xiutu."

He quickly handed over the flower and fruit basket in his hand: "Let's come to see Yang Yang, I just asked about the ward at the nurse's station, and I don't know if it's convenient..."

Hang Xiutu was too lazy to play tricks on him, his extremely shallow eyes looked even colder under the white light of the hospital, and when he glanced over with an expressionless face, it made people feel cold hands and feet.

"Throw things on the stool," Hang Yang said in a calm tone, "Come here, don't stand at the door."

Hang Yang entered a VIP single ward, and only 3 people were accommodated in the huge whole floor, each patient has a relatively large independent activity area. Hang Xiutu took the two directors to the window at the end of this corridor to confirm It won't disturb Hang Yang, so he said coldly: "Say."

Lu Qiu froze for a moment, as if he didn't react.

"Don't you have anything to say?" Hang Xiutu asked again.

"No, no, no," Lu Dao had already seen a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, he slandered what kind of family could raise such a horrible child, and said with a smile, "I really didn't deliberately torment Hang Yang, yesterday's scene in the rain was only filmed twice, and I talked to him on the phone this morning, thinking there was no big problem..."

Hang Xiutu looked down at him with cold, slightly inorganic eyes; "Chen Xu said that Hang Yang intended to ask you for leave, but your words are very obstructive, isn't it?"

"Uh," Lu Qiu didn't expect him to speak so bluntly, without showing any sympathy, and the sweat on his forehead started to flow faster, "I just, uh, just use common sense to judge that he just has a cold! It's just one play!"

Who is Lu Qiu? He hasn't spoken under the oppression of others for many years. He is not used to smiling. ? Yes, I think he can enter the state more if he is slightly sick. Is this outrageous? As for you, you, you—"

When Lu Qiu was talking about being irritable, he raised his head and met Shanghang Xiutu's eyes, the arrogance all over his body was extinguished at once, and he was stuck with the word "you" for a long time and couldn't say the next sentence.

"Finished?" Hang Xiutu asked calmly.

He lowered his hands on his chest, and the three of them fell into a brief silence at the same time. The voice-activated lights in the corridor went out, and the night outside the window was coming. In the silent darkness, Hang Xiutu's handsome face suddenly gave people a creepy look. Sense of fear.

Lu Qiu took two steps back almost unconsciously, with his mouth open, but he couldn't utter a single syllable.

The lights in the corridor suddenly turned on——

"Why didn't Hang Yang stop when it was obvious that he was in a bad state?"

"Is it normal to force people to come to the set without asking about the actor's condition?"

"Did I tell you before that Hang Yang was in poor health?"

Hang Xiutu slapped the wall next to him with a "bang". Director Liu was secretly leaning against the wall with his head down, but felt a numbness in his body, and his whole body bounced instantly.

"say."

"..." But Lu Qiu couldn't say anything, he was almost stunned by the appalling pressure.

"Guide Lu," Hang Xiutu's gaffe was forever short, he gently withdrew his hand, and said the most ruthless words in a personable tone, "In the sense of responsibility to the entire crew and investors, and because I don't want to let down my brother's hard work , we will continue to participate in "The Canopy", and as a producer, I will never miss the funds I should give, the ceremonies I should attend, and the follow-up publicity, you can rest assured."

Lu Qiu's ears were still buzzing, and before he even had time to understand the meaning of this passage, he heard the word "but" from Hang Xiutu——

"However," Hang Xiutu's voice sank, "I will immediately divest the two projects we have negotiated for follow-up cooperation."

"How could you!" Director Lu yelled almost recklessly, "Do you know how irresponsible you are! Such two good books will be miscarried, and the hard work of many people in our team will be in vain! I asked the nurse Stop, say it’s just a bad cold, why don’t you—”

"Irresponsible?" Hang Xiutu raised his voice again, suppressing Lu Dao firmly, "Does Lu Dao think he has the right to blame me like this?"

His ice-skate-like eyes fell: "The money, resources, and contacts are all in my hands. Does the road guide think he is qualified to decide how to use them for me?"

His words were sonorous: "Do you think you have the right to say 'it's just a cold' at the door of Hang Yang's ward!"

"Director Liu," Hang Xiutu turned to Liu Shaowu with cold eyes, and he was shocked instantly, "As a good friend who has worked with the road guide for many years, please teach him to learn how to be a human being before teaching him art."

"You!" Lu Qiu was about to explode in anger, which was equivalent to pointing at his nose and scolding him for nothing, but Liu Shaowu yanked his clothes violently.

Director Liu punched him on the shoulder, and the more he spoke, the more excited he became: "Can you fucking shut up? Why are you so stubborn! You put his brother in the hospital, is it not normal for him to withdraw his capital? You fucking Who is showing this look! Let me tell you, it’s you! You have caused so many people in our team to waste their hard work! Hasn’t this happened before? How many times have I told you that every time, other actors endured it? Forbearance and then passed, Luqiu, you fucking think about whether you are lacking in morality or not! Every day, 'for the sake of art', people torment themselves for art, you bastard torment others for art!"

Director Liu had always been like his grandson in front of Lu Qiu, and the sudden burst of sonorous and forceful curses really stunned Lu Qiu.

"Let's go!" Director Liu pulled his collar towards the elevator, "Don't be ashamed here!"

He gestured to Hang Xiutu in embarrassment, and dragged Lu Qiu downstairs quickly.

The 13th floor finally returned to silence.

After a while, there was a little nurse next to him who dared to step forward cautiously, and said weakly: "Mr. Hang, Mr. Hang, well, there are other patients here, please lower your voice..."

Hang Xiutu smiled apologetically at her: "I'm really sorry, there will be no next time."

The little girl blushed, said "hmmmm" twice with her head muffled, and left in a panic.

Hang Xiutu rubbed his temples, and walked back to the door of the ward, who knew that when he opened the door, Hang Yang had already sat up from the hospital bed, smiled at him and said, "Brother, are you back?"

"Hang Yang!" Hang Xiutu rushed to the hospital bed in four or five steps, "Lie down!"

Hang Yang shook his head, his lips were still pale, and the more he looked at it, the more painful it was: "Brother, I've been lying down for a long time, and I want to sit for a while, please help me roll the bed up."

Hang Xiutu nodded, and raised the bed to an appropriate position.

Hang Yang leaned on the pillow, watching Hang Xiutu busy, his brows and eyes suddenly curled up silently.

"What are you laughing at?" Hang Xiutu asked him.

"I just think," Hang Yang blinked, "I'm probably the only one in the world who can make Hang Xiutu so bad."

Hang Xiutu twitched his mouth and sat down beside Hang Yang's hospital bed. His slender and beautiful hands helped Hang Yang tuck the quilt skillfully: "My honor."

Hang Yang laughed out loud again, he gently pressed Hang Xiutu's hand with his right hand that had not been injected, and his voice softened: "Brother, did you quarrel with the road guide just now?"

"Did it bother you?" Hang Xiutu hurriedly asked.

Hang Yang shook his head, he pressed Hang Xiutu's hand a little tighter: "Brother, don't be angry with him."

Hang Xiutu raised his eyebrows: "You asked me to let him go."

Hang Yang shook his head without hesitation again, looked at Hang Xiutu and laughed: "I don't want you to be angry, what does it have to do with him? I don't want you to worry, I don't want you to be sad, and I don't want you to be angry."

Hang Xiutu was stunned for a moment.

Hang Yang lowered his head, gently pressed the tip of Hang Xiutu's index finger with his right hand, and whispered, "Brother, I miss you."

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