The actor is dying every day

Shen Gu glanced at him: "Mr. Du wants to pay attention to other people's family affairs, so it's better to take care of his own backyard first. You should be familiar with the address 2402, Building F, Splendid Huating, right?"

"You check me?!" Du Chuanqiong's face changed suddenly, "What exactly do you want to do?"

"I just mentioned it casually, and you got so excited," Shen Gu sighed softly, "Oh, it seems that the person at that address really has a lot to do with Mr. Du."

Shen Gu smiled lightly and turned to leave, leaving Du Chuanqiong alone in the office.

Du Chuanqiong has no time to take care of Shen Gu's script and Tang Zhuo's talk about Shen Hong's condition. He hastily explained a few words to the secretary, and then left the company before Shen Gu.

When Du Chuanqiong arrived at Jinxiu Huating, Dang Gui had just cooked a pot of white rice porridge in the kitchen, and was planning to warm up some leftovers that he hadn't eaten yesterday.

Du Chuanqiong hadn't been here for more than a month, and he came home suddenly this morning, which surprised Dang Gui.

"Chuanqiong, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were coming back today." Dang Gui put down the spatula she just picked up, walked to the sofa and sat down next to Du Chuanqiong, "So I didn't make any new dishes today, what do you want to eat? I'm going to prepare now."

Du Chuanqiong came back with great difficulty, even if he hadn't told him in advance, he would have been very happy.

"Where have you been recently?" Du Chuanqiong didn't take his words, and asked straight to the point what he wanted to know.

"Huh?" Du Chuanqiong's tone was cold and blunt, and Dang Gui was a little stunned, "I have never gone out of the house except to go out to buy vegetables every day."

"Did any stranger call you?" Du Chuanqiong continued to ask.

Dang Gui shook his head, took out his mobile phone and handed it over, motioning him to check it himself.

Du Chuanqiong took his mobile phone, entered his birthday to unlock it, looked through his call and text message records for nearly a month, and found that the contact record was him except for the express delivery, and there was nothing abnormal.

Angelica will not delete these records unless he changes his mobile phone. From this point of view, he has never been in contact with any suspicious people.

"Chuan Qiong..." Danggui called him softly, "Did something happen?"

"What do you think?" Du Chuanqiong raised his legs and threw his mobile phone on the coffee table. Hearing the loud bang, Angelica's heart tightened. "The son of our company boss has found your information."

"What?" Dang Gui's face turned pale, "I..."

Du Chuanqiong raised his eyes and stared at him, and said almost word for word: "I put you in such a mansion for you to eat and drink, and you don't need to spend a penny for food, clothing, housing and transportation. I just want you to keep your own place. , don’t cause trouble for me, but you can’t even do this, can you?”

"I didn't want to cause trouble for you," Angelica said with tears in her eyes, "I really don't know how they found me."

Du Chuanqiong thought for a while and said, "Since there is no call, someone is watching you or following you, but if you don't reveal your identity, who the hell knows who you are? What's the benefit of following an ordinary person like you? I need a reasonable explanation now."

Angelica didn't know how to explain to him, but just stood there motionless and looked at him.

Du Chuanqiong picked up a glass and threw it at him: "I'm fucking asking you something! Are you a dead person? Talk!"

Dang Gui actually stood there stupidly, not dodging, and was hit by the glass on his forehead, his forehead soon bled, and the glass shattered on the ground.

Du Chuanqiong probably didn't expect that Angelica could really not hide. Although he was irritable and angry, he had to put away his temper first, pulled Angelica aside, and cleaned up the glass scum by himself.

Dang Gui didn't speak, but shed tears silently, squatting aside and slowly picking up the broken glass that splashed far away.

"Don't pick it up," Du Chuanqiong pulled him up, "I'll cut my hand later, I'll go clean it."

He pulled it like this, but saw that there was a large scratch on Angelica's right palm. It seemed that two or three days had passed, and some scabs had formed, but the area was not small, and it looked very sharp on his cold white palm. appalling.

Du Chuanqiong held this hand, and finally softened his voice. He pulled Dang Gui to sit on the sofa, wiped away the tears on his face with his thumb, and asked him, "How did you get this injury? What? When did you get hurt? How could it be so serious?"

Dang Gui was silent for a while and said: "A few days ago, I walked carelessly, didn't pay attention to dodge the car, and almost missed it, and fell."

"Then you didn't let the short-sighted driver take you to the hospital?" Du Chuanqiong became angry again, "After all, you are a pedestrian, and the driver is also responsible for this kind of thing. After all, he almost hit you you?"

"I really can't blame the driver," Dang Gui shook her head calmly, "It's just that I walked carelessly, and the driver has already accompanied me to the hospital for an examination and took the medicine, so don't pursue it any further."

Du Chuanqiong stared into his eyes and said, "Really? Then bring the checklist and come over for me to have a look."

Danggui couldn't help him, so she found the paper bag she brought back that day on the table beside her and handed it to him.

Du Chuanqiong took a glance, took out a thick pile of test sheets and prescriptions, turned every page in disbelief, and finally smiled in surprise: "You actually went to this hospital? This is the last hospital in Dingping. A high-end private hospital, you can really blackmail people, it seems that I am too worried."

"I'm not going..." Dang Gui explained to him with a sigh, "They're going. The doctor there seems to know both the owner and the driver."

When he said this, Du Chuanqiong's face darkened again: "What kind of person is that?"

"There seems to be a business card in there," Dang Gui didn't describe much. Judging from Du Chuanqiong's reaction, he can probably guess that people who can afford to go to that hospital and know doctors are probably of their class. "You look for it." Let's see."

Before he finished speaking, Du Chuanqiong found Shen Gu's business card in the paper bag.

Du Chuanqiong pinched the business card and asked Danggui, "Do you know who this is?"

Angelica was silent by default.

"This is the person who found out your identity," Du Chuanqiong crumpled the business card, "Can you fucking grow something?"

Danggui laughed back in anger, it's not that he has no temper at all, it's just that he has endured to the limit for Du Chuanqiong these years.

"It's not something I can decide," Danggui turned her head away, "I don't know why they will pay attention to me just like this."

Du Chuanqiong grabbed his hair and pulled him towards him, and said to him fiercely: "I advise you to be quiet, if you affect my marriage with Lin Xiran, you will not be enough to die ten thousand times."