The patron is sick

Shao Zigui was aggrieved when Xiong Wei's assistant Xiao Tian came in and put down two pastries and drinks, saying they were for him and Xiao Yang.

"How could he be so kind?" Shao Zigui looked at the beautifully packaged pastries and muttered to himself, thinking that he thought too badly of people.

The smart ghost Xiao Yang went out to inquire about it, and came back to report: "It was delivered by the cold chain truck, and everyone in the crew has it. Don't make too much of a battle! This set is extremely expensive, and it's clearly here to smash the scene, so that we can let it go." Everyone knows who has the toughest waist in the group!"

"Xiong Wei was next to a rich woman, and she served her very carefully, so I got the role. I didn't expect you to snatch it when things happened." He pointed to the pastries and said, "He is warning you, don't be complacent, he will be in the future." There are others."

Shao Zigui just wanted to eat something sweet, but after Xiao Yang's analysis, he didn't find the cakes and drinks delicious anymore.

Xiao Yang is still persuading: "Brother, you have to eat something. It's only been on for two days. Such a hungry legal person will collapse."

The voices and appearances of the people around him began to blur, and Shao Zigui squeezed his handkerchief tightly, suddenly missing Mr. Zhu very much.

The phone rang.

Shao Zigui woke up like a dream, thinking that he and Mr. Zhu had a good heart, but he didn't expect that the incoming call showed an unfamiliar number, and the place of ownership was Bincheng.

Bincheng was a nightmare that he couldn't get rid of. He felt as if he had been stung by a scorpion, and he wondered whether to take it or not.

His hesitation exhausted China Mobile's patience, and the phone hung up automatically because no one answered.But the persistent opponent soon called a second time.

Shao Zigui was sure that he had no other creditors in Bincheng, so he picked it up tremblingly, and said, "Hello?"

"Is it Mr. Shao?" The voice of a middle-aged man was very polite on the other end of the phone.

"Yes."

"I'm Zhu Qingxiang."

"Zhu..." Zhu's name is like a thunderbolt, most of it is due to the bohemian name of the eldest young master of the Zhu family, but it is also a symbol of strength.

Shao Zigui stood up in shock, knocked off his chopsticks with too much movement, and stood at attention: "Hello, President!"

"Calling you suddenly, I don't know if I've interrupted your work." Zhu Qingxiang's apology didn't sound polite: "I have a small matter here and want to trouble you."

"Tell me." Shao Zigui listened attentively.

"I heard from Zhu Yu that you and our Ye'er left Bincheng together to go to the capital." Zhu Qingxiang's posture was almost mournful: "Can you give me his contact information? If you have it."

"You...haven't you?" Shao Zigui asked dully.

At this time, Zhu Qingxiang was sitting in the waiting room of the hospital, holding the cancer diagnosis certificate in his hand, the first person who thought of him was Zhu Ye.

His family has become a cage, raising two gluttonous beasts that can't get enough to eat.While Zhu Qingxiang told his assistant to keep the secret from everyone including Zhu Yu and Su Hui, he went crazy trying to contact his youngest son who was far away in the capital.But the Zhuo family was monolithic, and they all respected the Zhu family at a respectful distance. Zhu Qingxiang sent people to work for a long time, and finally he could only turn to an artist who had been despised in the past.

"It's ashamed to say that I, as a father, broke his heart, so he naturally doesn't want to have anything to do with me." When he was about to die, Zhu Qingxiang no longer put on airs, and was frank enough to make people feel distressed: "I sent someone to understand Ye'er seldom goes out on weekdays, and even in the capital, I can't find anyone who knows him, let alone any acquaintances, so I can't find any information about him."

"I think that the only person who can get in touch with him outside is probably you."

I am the only person who can reach Mr. Zhu.

Shao Zigui trembled while holding the phone, he didn't expect that he was such a special existence.But he still hardened his heart and said, "Mr. Zhu, I'm afraid I need to ask his opinion first."

"Okay, thank you." Zhu Qingxiang's voice trembled, begging: "I hope you can keep in touch with me. If he disagrees, please help me persuade him."

"Ok."

Shao Zigui hung up the phone with mixed feelings, thinking that he finally had a legitimate reason to call Mr. Zhu.But the rest time was fleeting, and before he could prepare his speech, the crew started working again.He had to put down his phone and focus on his work.

Tiredness, grievances and worries affected Shao Zigui's state. In the afternoon, we filmed his literary play with the first female Jiang Yuan. Even if no one made trouble, he was in a lot of situations, which made people laugh.After countless NGs, Director Tang couldn't bear it anymore and told him to take a rest and shoot Qu Yi's first.

Jokes inevitably proliferate, and everyone is watching the airborne jokes.The happiest ones were Qu Yi and Xiong Wei, who finally found an outlet for their bad breath, and they didn't know how to arrange it with others, and they kept slashing at the righteous master with malicious eyes.

"Go back to the dressing room." Shao Zigui wished he could dig a hole to hide in, and dragged Xiao Yang as if to escape.

Shame is the straw that breaks the camel's back, and breakdowns are often instantaneous.Shao Zigui didn't type any drafts, and dialed Mr. Zhu's phone on impulse.

The phone was connected quickly, but he was sobbing, too uncomfortable to speak.

"Zigui?" Mr. Zhu's voice came out of the earpiece, even if it was mixed with electronic noise, it was still like the sound of nature: "Are you in trouble?"

"No," Shao Zigui bit his lower lip tightly, not allowing himself to cry, "Mr. Zhu, I miss you."

"Are you not busy?" Mr. Zhu raised his voice a little, sounding like he was pleasantly surprised.

He said, "I'm at the gate of the film and television city, I don't know if I went to the wrong place."

what?

Shao Zigui didn't care whether Director Tang would use him or not, he picked up his ancient robe and ran outside.Xiao Yang followed behind and chased all the way.

"Mr. Zhu, I'll pick you up!" He couldn't wait to see Mr. Zhu, even if it was a second earlier.

Zhu Ye told helplessly: "Don't run, slow down."

In fact, Mr. Zhu is not at the gate of the film and television city, he has already entered, but he couldn't find where the cutie's studio was.Shao Zigui didn't take a few steps before he saw the familiar black commercial vehicle.It seems that Mr. Zhu prefers this model. Wherever he goes, he will change the soup without changing the medicine. No matter how the license plate number changes, the model is always the same.

Dedicated and long-lasting.

Zhu Ye had already got out of the car, and was holding his mobile phone to his ear, looking around, for fear of missing it.

Shao Zigui was hot-headed, he didn't care about any shyness and reserve, and plunged into his arms.

It was supposed to be a romantic scene of a reunion, but Zhu Ye gasped in pain, trembling from the pain.

"My God!" Yao Shidan lost his composure, and his screams resounded through the sky, startling a crowd of passers-by.

Stepping on her high heels, she walked around the front of the car with lightning speed, pinched Shao Zigui's shoulders with her fingers made of exquisite French manicure, and pulled him out unceremoniously, while supporting Zhu Ye who was bluish in pain .

Shao Zigui fell into an ice cave, not knowing what trouble he had caused.

"Are you crazy! Master has a waist injury!" She sternly reprimanded Shao Zigui, glaring at him, preventing him from approaching half a step like a hen protecting a chick, showing a completely different face from the previous elegant and dignified.

"Xiao Yao..." Zhu Ye's voice was unsteady, and he took a breath to explain, "It's not his fault, I haven't told him."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I really don't know..." Shao Zigui was already crying in fright, and apologized incoherently: "Mr. Zhu, I didn't mean to..."

Zhu Ye tried to push Yao Shidan away, stood firm with his own strength, and said, "It's okay."

Shao Zigui didn't believe that he was fine at all, he couldn't control his remorse, his tears wet the gauze costume.

Zhu Ye supported his waist with one hand, and took a step forward with lingering fear.Then he wrapped his other arm around the trembling little guy, pulled him back into his arms, and whispered in his ear again: "It's okay."

Even Zhu Ye's hug couldn't comfort her, and Shao Zigui's trembling and crying couldn't be stopped.

Zhu Ye tilted his head slightly, brushed Shao Zigui's ear with his slightly cool lips, and said in an unquestionable voice: "I'm really fine, I'm still standing still."

At this moment, Shao Zigui was staying in the place he was thinking about day and night—Mr. Zhu's arms.The unique fragrance of a pampered man enveloped him.Even if he treats the person who just missed and hurt him, he is still as gentle as ever.

With anger, Yao Shidan helped Zhu Ye into the car, and flattened the back of the chair for people to lie down and rest.Then he dutifully took the driver out of the car and waited, leaving the two of them alone.It reflects the extremely high professionalism as a life assistant.

Zhu Ye was lying on the chair, his face softened a little.

Shao Zigui sat on the seat next to him, with his knees together, shaking like a dustpan.

The long hair in the ancient costume made him look delicate, and the messy blue hair hung down on his shoulders. Zhu Ye looked sideways and felt that his delicate and pitiful appearance made people dream about him.

"Mr. Zhu..." Words could no longer express the apology in his heart, Shao Zigui could only call the other party's name incoherently.

"Come here." Zhu Ye turned his wrist, palm facing up, beckoning him to come closer.

Shao Zigui didn't understand, so he left his seat, squatted down on the narrow aisle between the two seats, and looked at him.

This is already the closest posture to Mr. Zhu.

Zhu Ye stared into his frightened eyes, those two fluttering eyelashes tempted him to have other thoughts.

He has been trapped in the Garden of Eden for a long time, and Zhuo Yuanhang has polished him to such a calm level that he is placed in a place far away from mortal entanglements.Zhu Ye once thought that old hatred was the only pebble that could stir up his emotions, but he ignored another possibility.

In front of him is still the cutie he once wanted to take care of and protect, but his mind is different.

Zhu Ye's chest was filled with strange feelings, which made him restless and throbbed, and he could no longer be calm.

He wanted to be closer, and he wanted more.

Zhu Ye stretched out his arm and put his palm on the back of Shao Zigui's neck, his slender fingers turned into shackles of imprisonment.Then slowly exert strength, pulling him to bend over.

In a daze, Shao Zigui saw Mr. Zhu's face getting closer and closer. Their lips touched for only a second, but it was enough to set him on fire.He just escaped from a purgatory, and went to heaven again in a blink of an eye.

Just now he was trembling uncontrollably, but now the daytime fireworks suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, usurping his mind.

Mr. Zhu let go of him politely, and asked cautiously: "Zi Gui, is this what you want?"

Shao Zigui nodded hurriedly in a daze, for fear that if he moved too slowly, he would be mistaken for insincerity, so he was reluctant.

He wondered if Mr. Zhu could show some arrogance of Director Jin, and stop asking me about everything.

Such a question makes people feel ashamed to death.

Zhu Ye was tired, so he withdrew his hands, crossed his fingers on his abdomen, and closed his eyes to rest.

The kiss just now injected great courage into Shao Zigui, he stretched out a hand tremblingly, and put it on the back of Mr. Zhu's hand.

Zhu Ye didn't open his eyes, separated his clasped fingers, held the smaller hand, and let his fingertips touch his palm.

The two cuddled together quietly as time passed.