There is a tiger sniffing the rose in my heart

There was three seconds of silence in the ward.

At this time, a middle-aged man in a white coat, probably the attending doctor, rushed in at the door, grabbed the reporter closest to him and snatched the camera from his hand, and roared in a low voice: "What are you doing! What are you doing! Be quiet! You are not wicked! Ah, this is a hospital! The patient just got out of danger and needs to recuperate! Quietly recuperate! What are you making a fuss about, why are you filming?! Are you responsible if something goes wrong!"

A little nurse poked her head from behind the attending doctor, her eyes were red and she was about to cry, and she also whispered, "You guys are really wicked, do you have professional ethics... If you do this again, I will call the police."

"I've already called the police!"

Fang Yu, who was outside the door, stuffed the mobile phone in his pocket, grabbed the collar of the female reporter standing by the door and pulled it out—the latter was still trying to struggle, and screamed while grabbing Fang Yu's hand: " Don't touch your hands, what is it for you to hit a woman!"

"Did I hit you!" Fang Yu raised his eyebrows, "If you say another word, I will really hit you!"

While talking, he pushed the female reporter out quite roughly.

For a while, none of the reporters present dared to speak, even the person carrying the video camera from the newspaper with the female reporter did not dare to speak. Looking at the angry Fang Yu, the corners of his lips twitched, and he followed the female reporter out despondently. Ward up.

Looking at Jinran again, he wanted to swear to the death to defend his mother's portrait right, but before he could succeed, Jiang Chuan stuffed it into his pocket. Grabbing suddenly, almost all the viscera were squeezed out, and now he managed to catch his breath, and pulled Jiang Chuan's pocket to pop out his head - before he had time to continue crawling out, Jiang Chuan used a A finger pressed back.

Sincerely: "..."

Now Jinran finally knows how shameless he is as a mouse.

You don't even have the right to climb outside!

WHY? !

The hamster desperately struggled with its owner's finger, holding his finger and opening its mouth to bite it down, when it suddenly heard the group of reporters standing opposite them suddenly recover their senses and explode the pot—— The most powerful one is obviously the one who was smashed by Jiang Chuan without saying a word, that little face turned from red to green, stared at the tall man in front of him and cursed: "Fuck me! Who are you! Are you sick? Have you been photographed? It’s none of your business! Do you know how much my equipment costs? Just smashed it—"

Fang Yu, who was standing behind the crowd, heard that these people were immoral and dared to be so fucking arrogant. He immediately pulled up his sleeves and was ready to rush up to kill—who knew that before he even got to the reporter, he He was stopped by Jiang Chuan's eyes—from the beginning to the end, those blue pupils did not show too many other emotions. Facing the reporter's anger, Jiang Chuan just said lightly: "It's smashed!" It’s over, did I say I can’t afford it, what are you shouting about? Didn’t you hear the doctor say, be quiet?”

Sincerely: "..."

Fang Yu: "..."

reporter:"……"

He never expected that he would get such an unabashed answer.

The reporter froze in place on the spot, his little face that turned from red to blue turned white again, he opened his mouth and said "hehe" for a long time but couldn't say a word, at this moment, he heard Jiang Chuan say: "After solving your problem, Now it's your turn to answer me."

"What, what?" the reporter asked subconsciously.

"Do you have any children?"

"Yes, of course." The reporter replied with a blink of an eye, "I just started kindergarten."

Jiang Chuan paused with his fingers holding the head of the hamster that was ready to move in his pocket. In the dark ward, an inexplicable light flashed in his blue pupils: "Excuse me, if your son is driving on the way to kindergarten today Hit, what do you think?"

"What do you think? What kind of bullshit is this! You were just hit by a car, can you talk?" The reporter's expression turned ugly in an instant.

Jiang Chuan stopped talking, raised his head and glanced at the people standing behind the reporter, and said, "The question you asked Aunt Yuan just now, this reporter has already answered you, and the answer is: What kind of bullshit question is this?"

Reporters: "..."

Facing the reporters who fell into dead silence, the man slightly raised his eyebrows: "Don't you bring a pen for the interview? Take a note."

——In a word, the reporters standing in the ward at this moment are like elementary school students who have heard the teacher's order. They are looking at each other one by one, unable to understand the tall man who is born with a terrifying aura in front of him. Man... who the hell is this?

A bodyguard hired by Yuan Jinran's agency?

Not like ah!

After a while of silence, without getting an explanation in the eyes of their companions, those reporters actually took out their pens involuntarily and made random records in their notebooks... Some of them brought the recording pens directly, and they also pressed down subconsciously. Press to start recording.

"The next question," Jiang Chuan said, "Mr. Reporter, let's continue to hypothesize—your son was bumped, so what's the chance? Have you considered seizing the opportunity to make a fortune with the kindergarten?"

"..."

"Your son's life or death is uncertain. Do you have anything to say to his former classmates? They are very worried."

"..."

At this moment, the reporter whose camera was smashed seemed to be slapped on the face. He shut his mouth suddenly, his face was pale, and drops of cold sweat began to break out crazily... And at this moment, he saw that the man standing in front of Yuan Jinran's mother finally moved - although the man's movement exposed her to everyone's eyes again, no one dared to raise the camera in his hand at this moment... …

Their eyes almost involuntarily followed the man standing among the crowd.

Watching him come to Yuan Jinran's bedside, he lowered his head, condescendingly, and looked at the unconscious black-haired young man for a while with eyes that absolutely did not fit the status of a bodyguard.

Then stand up straight.

"The last question." Jiang Chuan said, "Yuan Jinran is here. His mother can say and do anything she wants to say to him directly. Why do you want to talk to her son through your camera lens? Your The camera lens has the magical power bestowed by Balala the Little Demon Fairy, which can travel through the world and across life and death?"

"..."

Jiang Chuan watched with satisfaction as a room of reporters stared blankly at his stupid face.

He seems to be very used to this feeling of looking down on all living beings.

He shook his head: "Ask you guys, why don't you answer me—yes, or can't?"

"……cannot."

"If you can't, don't mention such willful requests in the future. Think about your son who got into a car accident."

While talking, the man stood by the hospital bed in silence for a moment, and then when his eyes touched the door of the ward, he took out the messy statue-shaped hamster from his pocket as if he had woken up, and came to the station. Standing still in front of the attending doctor and nurse at the door, when the latter raised his head and looked at him blankly, he said in a very sincere tone: "Sorry, I know you can't bring small animals into the hospital."

Attending doctor: "...huh?"

Jiang Chuan: "It's just a hamster. It shouldn't matter. I didn't pay much attention to it. I didn't let it touch the patient."

Attending doctor: "...huh?"

Jiang Chuan: "The owner of the pet store who sold me hamsters said that hamsters can bathe themselves and are very clean."

Attending doctor: "...huh?"

Jiang Chuan: "Can such behavior be forgiven?"

Attending doctor: "... yes."

Jiang Chuan: "Thank you."

The man nodded solemnly, then turned around suddenly, and before anyone could react, he came to one of the reporters. Under the sympathetic eyes of his colleagues around him, the reporter from G City Morning News The reporter was suddenly surrounded by the shadow cast by that tall figure, his face turned pale with fright, his mind was running wildly, what he said, did, and why he was arrested at this time is typical...

However, before he could figure it out, the man in front of him had already told him the answer——

"Now let's solve the last question. You asked me just now, who am I?"

Reporter: "Huh? Did I ask?"

Jiang Chuan raised his eyebrows.

The reporter looked down in mourning: "...I didn't ask."

Jiang Chuan: "I'm a newcomer, Jiang Chuan."

reporter:"……"

"I originally planned to act in a new play with Yuan Jinran, director Jiang's new work, and I will play a Taoist priest," Jiang Chuan glanced at Jiang Luocheng who was standing outside the door with a blank face, then looked back at the reporters in front of him, earnestly Said, "I heard that on your side, the rule is that if you resist the media, you will be hacked miserably..."

Fang Yu turned his head mockingly to look at Jiang Luocheng, who looked back at him expressionlessly.

Jiang Chuan: "Is that so?"

But at this moment, being stared at by those blue pupils, the G City Morning News reporter's chrysanthemum tightened, and she blushed: "No, no, I heard it wrong, you must have heard it wrong."

"No? That's good." Jiang Chuan nodded seriously, "It's the first time I've received a role where I can show my face, and I cherish this opportunity more. I hope you don't play tricks on me and ruin my chance."

Everyone: "..."

Standing behind Jiang Chuan, Fang Yu raised his hands and covered his face in a horrible way.

The hamster with the cat in Jiang Chuan's pocket raised its claws and covered its eyes in horror.

……

3 minute later.

Watched by Jiang Chuan, the reporters lined up obediently and retreated silently from the ward. When the last reporter left, Jiang Chuan looked back and sat there motionless without saying a word. Yuan Mei, who was also looking at him at this time, when the two looked at each other, she showed him a grateful smile.

Jiang Chuan nodded expressionlessly, followed the last reporter out of the ward, and closed the door thoughtfully.

At this time there were Fang Yu, Jiang Luocheng and Jiang Chuan outside the ward, and a cat was in Jiang Chuan's pocket, in a state of shock for a long time and couldn't calm down the fat mouse in his heart: it was also shocked by its owner's punch within 10 minutes Yuji couldn't extricate himself from the coolness of the attending doctor.

But at this time, Jiang Chuan, who was the cool master, didn't feel at all what he had done just now, looked at Jiang Luocheng and said, "Director Jiang, you told me before, be careful not to let the entertainment reporters catch you, otherwise will be hacked."

Jiang Luocheng nodded, wiped his face and said weakly: "I said it, and it's obvious that saying it is nothing."

Fang Yu sneered.

Jiang Chuan: "I didn't return to China until I got a full score in Chinese."

Jiang Luocheng had a broken face: "So?"

Jiang Chuan: "Did I do a good job just now?"

Jiang Luocheng's mouth was so long that he could swallow an elephant in one gulp: "WHAT!"

Jiang Chuan: "I've been listening to what you said, so I still want to play the Taoist role."

Jiang Luocheng took a deep breath, stretched out his hand to caress his little heart, and said, "...Okay, let's play."

Having got the promise, Jiang Chuan turned around in satisfaction, bent over and put on the peaked cap that KFC sent urgently from the house, and pressed the brim of the cap. Just as he was taking out the mouse in his pocket and stuffing it into the cage, he heard Jiang Luocheng mumbling behind him. He said: "If I say no, will you beat me to death?"

Jiang Chuan paused when he heard the words, and said without thinking: "Yes."

Jiang Luocheng: "..."

Jiang Chuan: "Just kidding."

Jiang Luocheng: "..."

Jiang Chuan: "Ah, that's right."

Jiang Luocheng: "What?"

Jiang Chuan: "That reporter's video camera will be deducted from my performance fee."

Jiang Luocheng: "What?"

Jiang Chuan: "I ran away from home, and my card was frozen."

Jiang Luocheng: "Huh?"

Jiang Chuan said blankly, "I have no money."

Jiang Luocheng: "..."

The author has something to say: Uncle Jiang Chuan: The plan works. (Scissorhands with a deadpan face