No one can escape the law of true fragrance [entertainment circle]

Song Yeyu has never been in the nature of causing trouble to others, he would rather wrong himself, but today this leg hurts so badly like screaming.

The only thing I can do is to call the life assistant and help me buy medicine at a nearby pharmacy.

But after calling several times, no one answered.

Forget it, I'm probably busy!

Song Yeyu supported her body strongly and moved her numb legs. Just as she opened the door, before she could step out, her legs slowly slumped and she sat on the ground.

"what happened to you?"

A deep and clear voice came, and Song Yeyu saw that it was Jiang Ji, so he could only ask him to carry him to the bed first.

Jiang Ji wore a ring-neck earphone around his neck, and his coat was still damp, so he must have just returned.

Song Yeyu was half lying on the bed, and looked at Jiang Ji with a wry smile, "Can I trouble you to find someone to bring a bottle of Yunnan Baiyao spray?"

"What's wrong with the legs?" Jiang Ji frowned slightly, and his eyes fell on Song Yeyu's legs. He still remembered what he saw that night... Song Yeyu had a particularly obvious surgical scar on the knees of both legs.

"It hurts." Song Yeyu said concisely, so can I trouble you to get the medicine first, and don't ask any more.

Looking at the darkening sky outside, Jiang Ji remembered the pharmacy he saw by the side of the road when he went upstairs, said "wait", and went out.

Song Yeyu didn't know what he was doing, he just stared at his legs in a daze, probably because he was tired today.

Within 10 minutes, the sound of the door came again.

The broken hair on Jiang Ji's forehead was wet with sweat, and he held Yunnan Baiyao spray in his hand.

"Thank you, how much is this? I'll give it to you." After Song Yeyu finished speaking, he was about to get up and get his wallet, but Jiang Ji pressed his shoulders and did not move.

However, the next scene made Song Yeyu somewhat uncomfortable.

Jiang Ji half-kneeled in front of the bed, and carefully rolled up his trousers, stopping at his knees.

Rub your hands together to warm them up, and spray them on your knees with Yunnan Baiyao, covering them with your palms.

It's hot and comfortable.

Jiang Ji is the type between a young man and a mature man, and Song Yeyu can't move his eyes from his serious and focused appearance.

"Can't run again tomorrow."

"what?"

Hearing Jiang Ji's sudden voice, Song Yeyu didn't realize what was going on for a while?

"Legs." Jiang Ji's brows furrowed a little more, "If you hurt any more, your legs will be useless."

Song Yeyu was told so by a boy who was 6 years younger, and he touched the tip of his nose in embarrassment, "It's okay."

"Aside from saying these two words, what else can you say?" Jiang Ji's hands pressed harder, and Song Yeyu gasped in pain.

Xu Shi couldn't bear to see him in severe pain, so Jiang Ji relaxed his strength.

"You have a good skill, where did you learn it?"

Jiang Ji: "..." I just learned it from the pharmacy downstairs!

"Buzzing—" a rapid phone ringing interrupted the silence in the room.

Song Yeyu took the phone from the bedside table, thinking it was the life assistant calling him, but when he saw the caller ID on it, he suddenly didn't want to answer it.

hang up.

The bell rang again.

Hang up again.

The third time... n times.

connected.

"Hello?" Song Yeyu lowered his voice, with obvious displeasure in his tone, "Say something quickly."

"Ye Yu, I want to meet you." Zhou Fengnian's voice from the other end of the phone was a bit bleak.

"No time." Song Yeyu wasn't in the city right now, so of course he wasn't free.

Zhou Fengnian thought Song Yeyu didn't want to see him, so he hurriedly said, "Yeyu, I know you're still mad at me, but that's a decision made by the company, and I can't change it. If you hate me, I will Are you venting your anger?"

"Zhou Fengnian, what do you want to say?" From the corner of Song Yeyu's eyes, he saw Jiang Ji's face was not very good-looking, and he wanted to hang up the phone immediately.

"I want to get back together with you!"

"Impossible." Song Yeyu refused almost without any hesitation.

Zhou Fengnian seemed to want to say something intermittently, but Song Yeyu didn't want to hear any more, so he hung up directly.

He wanted to turn off the phone, but the key point was what if he couldn't receive a call from his sister after turning off the phone?

Fortunately, Zhou Fengnian did not call again.

Song Yeyu pursed his lips. He knew that Jiang Ji should know his sexual orientation by now, but he hadn't made it clear yet.

"Thank you." After about half an hour of massage, Jiang Ji reached out and took the toilet paper next to him and wiped his palms. The strong smell of Yunnan Baiyao was still wafting in the air.

Song Yeyu originally thought that Jiang Ji would leave, but he didn't expect to sit on the edge of the bed, and had no intention of leaving at all.

"Ahem... Well, I feel much better now."

Jiang Ji rolled his eyelids, "Massage every two hours."

"Don't bother me, I..." Before Song Yeyu could finish speaking, Jiang Ji turned his head back and started playing mobile games.

For the next whole night, Jiang Ji really had a massage every two hours. Song Yeyu was still feeling drowsy, but finally couldn't bear it anymore and fell asleep.

Jiang Ji heard the gentle breathing sound coming from beside him, paused his fingers slightly, and turned his head to look at the bed.

Song Yeyu's sporadic broken bangs covered his eyebrows and eyes, and only a small warm yellow light by the bed was turned on in the room, which made his cheeks soft and cute, like a... cat?

No, no, Jiang Ji has never seen a cat with prickly, Song Yeyu is more like a fox.

After all, a fox has thousands of faces.

Looking down, breathing slightly stagnant, Song Yeyu slightly opened the hem of his clothes, revealing a small piece of firm white belly, which slowly vibrated up and down with his breathing.

Jiang Ji's eyes darkened slightly, and he leaned over and pulled out the quilt to cover him.

……

On Li Ri, Song Yeyu was woken up by an extremely loud knock on the door. As soon as he opened his eyes, someone opened the door.

The life assistant assigned to him by the program group was still in the posture of knocking on the door, looking at Jiang Ji in front of him in horror.

She knocked on the wrong room?

No, it's the house number.

"..." Jiang Ji ignored her, and turned directly into his room.

Life assistant: "..." Why does it feel like dissatisfaction with desire? ? ?Harmful!What is she thinking?But how did the two of them get together last night?

Jiang Ji has already got up from the bed, his legs are much more comfortable than yesterday, rubbing his messy hair, "The recording has started?"

"Ah... yes."

For the next recording, Jiang Ji didn't dare to run anymore, with a Buddhist mentality.

The final winner was Wang Yang.

After finishing the recording, Song Yeyu returned to the hotel, ready to pack up and go back.

Originally, he wanted to sleep another night and fly the next day, but he was worried that his legs would have problems, so he hurried back to see what was going on with the doctor.

When Song Yeyu left, he thought about saying thank you to Jiang Ji, but after waiting for a long time, no one came back, so he just took his suitcase and left.

There was no major problem with Song Yeyu's leg. The doctor was worried about him, so he did another CT scan.

The doctor took the film and looked at it seriously, "Suddenly I felt a severe pain in my legs. I must be tired. Your current legs are not as healthy as they were when they were healthy. You should pay more attention to rest on weekdays, so that you can sit Stand, never stand."

"Mm, good." Song Yeyu nodded, and asked the doctor to prescribe some medicine, to be applied when it hurts.

As soon as I walked out of the hospital gate with the medicine, I suddenly thought of something and turned back to the consultation desk.

"Hi, may I help you?"

"Hi, I want to ask, does our hospital have surveillance video?" Song Yeyu chuckled lightly.

"Yes." The nurse nodded suspiciously, "But this is the patient's privacy, and we generally don't let people see it."

"It's okay." The smile on the corner of Song Yeyu's mouth widened a bit, "I want to know, did a patient named Shuzhen commit suicide by jumping off a building two months ago?"

"...Sorry, I can't answer."

"Hmm." Song Yeyu didn't ask anything. In fact, he already knew that he wouldn't get any answers. If he really wanted to find out, he had to go through the normal procedures.

Song Yeyu turned around and was about to leave. Out of the corner of his eye, he seemed to inadvertently glance at the doctor's watch hanging in the hospital hall.

I searched around but couldn't find anyone surnamed Bai.

Song Yeyu lowered his eyes, probably because he thought too much!

I heard from Bai Yize that his father was the vice president of the hospital, but he didn't find the surname Bai just now.

Isn't it this hospital?

Song Yeyu secretly suppressed the doubts in his heart and left.

"Time and You" is under intense production. After several days of consideration, Song Yeyu posted about the preparation of the new book on Weibo.

Song Yeyu actually prefers this kind of small romance, but after going through so many things, he doesn't feel much about this kind of small love.

After much deliberation, I decided on the type of the new book, history.

Xiao Chunsun: No way?Is the contrast between your front and back a little too big?Those book fans before may not accept it.

Song Yeyu: Even if I am writing this subject, the audience is relatively small, so I want to try something different.

Xiao Chunsun: I believe in your ability, but you should think about it carefully!

Song Yeyu: Good.

... After getting off the phone, Song Yeyu lay on the bed without any thoughts for the time being, and swiped open the screen with the sound of "ding dong" from the mobile phone.

【New Add Friend Message】

The profile picture is Jiang Ji, and the WeChat name is: Jiang Xiaoye.

Song Yeyu passed.

However, no one chatted after passing, Song Yeyu naturally would not take the initiative to chat, for fear that Jiang Ji would mistake him for being interested in him.

I checked Weibo before going to bed.

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A high-end neighborhood.

Jiang Ji nestled on the sofa, holding the phone nervously in both hands, he didn't expect to pass so quickly.

Wait, wait, wait, wait...they didn't even wait for Song Yeyu to send a message.

Jiang Ji bit his lower lip, and took the initiative to send a message [Is your leg all right]

Wait, wait, wait, wait... I don't believe it.

…………what's the situation?

Song Yeyu didn't notice the WeChat message when he woke up the next morning, and checked the time, he just fell asleep.

【Already all right】

By the way, a red envelope was sent.

Hmm... to compensate for the medicine money.