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His body was suddenly suspended in the air, and he let out a soft "ah", and looked up at the man's graceful jaw in a daze, his cheeks were a little hot: "I... I can walk by myself." He thought the man was because he just woke up, I hugged him because I thought he was weak.

Low Magnetic's voice came from above, "Your foot is hurt, doesn't it hurt?"

"Ah?" Boqing was stunned, not to mention, after the other party mentioned it, he really felt the soles of his feet burning and hurting.

Fu Wangzhi had long hands and long feet, and he had already walked to the hospital bed while he was speaking. He gently put the person in his arms on the bed, and asked as if blaming and casually, "Why don't you wear shoes?"

It was only then that Bo Qing saw that he had stepped on a lot of glass shards with his feet, and a large area was stained red with blood, which hurt just looking at it.

He frowned, the tears that he had just suppressed started to rise again, and looked at Fu Wangzhi with red eyes: "I...Mr. Fu, I...It hurts..." With a pitiful look, The end is reassuring.

Fu Wangzhi felt a little helpless, his ice-berg face had melted unknowingly, he stretched out his hand to gently press the dull hair on the top of his head, and said in a low voice, "Be good, I'll find someone to bandage you."

Boqing nodded, seeing him turn around, suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly grabbed his clothes.

Fu Wangzhi looked back at him.

He pointed to his chin, "Mr. Fu, the mask."

Fu Wangzhi's expression paused, and then the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

He didn't even notice that his feet were stepping on the glass, but he didn't forget to remind him to wear a mask, so... like him?

Bo Qing's health was fine, and he could be discharged from the hospital on the same day after waking up, but his feet were injured by glass shards in Yuyan Zheng, and he had to lie in the hospital for another three days.

Three days later, he couldn't lie down anymore, so he secretly left the hospital. After returning to the hotel provided by the crew, he sent a text message to inform Fu Wangzhi.

A proper act of cutting first and then playing.

It was already two o'clock in the afternoon, and the crew was busy filming, and Bo Qing lay alone in the hotel room and sighed.

"I was in a coma for a week, and then I was injured in my foot and stayed in the hospital for three days. This adds up to a total of ten days, plus before..." He counted on his fingers, his eyes gradually widened, "Oh my god, add The previous ten days, so the 99 days have already passed 20 days?"

Xiao Ai said lazily: "Eh, what else?"

Hearing his tone, Chu Qing puffed up his cheeks, and became very angry: "When the chandelier hit me earlier, why didn't you save me?"

Xiao Ai clicked her tongue: "Do you think that in the situation at that time, if I hadn't made a move, would you be able to lie here so happily?"

What he said was not false. When the chandelier fell, if he hadn't used the energy of the system to help block it in time, the little puppet's small body would have peeled off its skin even if it didn't die.

"Really?" A certain person had a lot of criminal records and was very skeptical, "Then why did I stay in a coma for so long?"

Speaking of this, Xiao Ai started to pretend to be dead again.

"Little Love?"

After calling a few times without getting a response, the book is understood. As long as it touches on something that cannot be said, this little ancestor will pretend to be dead every day.

He simply stopped asking, slowly got up from the bed, put the elderly phone on the bedside table into his pocket, and walked out slowly.

During those days in the hospital, Fu Wangzhi would come to see him every day after the play.Speaking of which, their relationship seems to be getting better and better.

I thought, if he asked the other party "that question" now, the other party would not refuse, right?After all, they are now... friends?

Maybe already... good friends?

Well, they are good friends, after all, they have a "death friendship".

It shouldn't be difficult for good friends to do a "small favor" or something, right?

In this way, these 20 days are not wasted. Thinking of this, the book lover went out happily.

He is going to the film crew to find his good friend and someone who is destined to be with him.

The hotel is not far from the film crew, just cross the main road from here and walk another hundred meters.

The book is still a newcomer who has never been photographed at this time, and the official blog of "Yan Baizhi" that I took at the time was because of his hospitalization, and the official blog has not yet been officially released, so he is walking on the street with his face up at this time, except for a few. Passers-by who were attracted by his flourishing beauty looked sideways at him frequently, but it didn't cause any big commotion.

When he came outside the crew of the prison general, the staff who maintained the discipline outside the field were surprised to see him.

He knew the handsome boy in front of him who was shining in the audition scene.

Apart from appearing on the set on the day of the opening ceremony, this beautiful boy has not appeared in the set since then. It is said that it is because of other things.

For him, Director Zhuang also asked people to re-adjust the filming plan of the entire crew. This was no secret in the crew, and some people even secretly speculated whether this newcomer was the lover of a certain big shot.

Otherwise, how could there be such a big face, shaking Director Zhuang to change the filming plan of the entire crew?

Didn't expect this guy to come today?

For this newcomer who is suspected to have a "big backer" and "favored", the staff did not dare to offend, and smiled: "Mr. Bo, are you here? Please come in."

Not noticing what the other party called him, Boqing put his index finger on his lips and whispered, "Shh, I'll go in by myself."

The staff was taken aback for a moment, then stepped aside, "Okay, okay, please."

Boqing bent his eyes at him, thanked him politely, and then walked in with deep and shallow steps.

His feet hadn't healed completely, and he didn't dare to walk too hard, so he looked a little limp from behind.

The staff member scratched his head, a little puzzled, didn't he notice that this person's legs and feet were inconvenient before?

Book love walked in through the front door, and it didn't take long to hear Zhuang Wentao's angry roar.

"Charming, do you understand charming?"

"Is there something wrong with your eyes? Let you make a charming expression, and it's a ball if you blink hard?"

……

Book love paused, and couldn't help swallowing, why didn't he find Director Zhuang so fierce during the audition earlier?

He leaned on his body and poked his head in secretly.

I saw Zhuang Wentao staring at...Qiu Rong in front of him with a look of resentment.

The latter, with heavy makeup on his face and gorgeous costumes, was receiving Zhuang Wentao's saliva attack with a painful face.

"Let you pretend to be a male prostitute to seduce Yan Baichen, and look more charming. Did you see that you were charming just now? Was that seduction? You are someone who owes you tens of billions, right?!"

Zhuang Wentao was still spraying, and when he turned his eyes, he noticed that on the other side of him, Fu Wangzhi, who was dressed in black black clothes, was standing there tall and straight.

The man's face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, he pursed his lips tightly and remained silent.From a long distance, Chuqing could feel his unhappiness.

A gust of wind came slowly, blowing the hair on the man's forehead, revealing the beautiful and handsome facial features. Combined with the slim black robe, he looked like a scattered god.

The book was a little silly for a while, and the heart was "pounding" wildly.

Teacher Fu is so pretty.

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