I still have your pendant

Fu Hang looked at the interface of the webpage in a daze, but after a while he felt that it was unlikely, if it was really a drug driving, what would Fu Jie have to do with it?

According to Xu Qiaoran, no matter whether he saw it clearly or not, if the person came to the hospital accurately, at least his mind must be clear.

The time I was in a coma was about the same as the time of the car accident. If it was really caused by Fu Jie's driving, then why did he come to see me, let alone taking drugs.

Fu Hang actually doesn't have many impressions of dealing with Fu Jie in his mind, but he believes that his father cannot be a drug addict.

Fu Hang forgot what happened to the old lady just now, and was about to read the web page carefully, but suddenly it was displayed that it could not be loaded.

Fu Hang was a little helpless, but he had no choice but to log out and click in again, but this time the page was directly redirected to Unable to preview.

Fu Hang frowned, thinking it was a page browsing problem, but after searching the browser, he suddenly found that he could hardly find the picture of the suspect or the detailed introduction of the accident. It was as if all those news disappeared in that instant, not even a little gossip.

Fu Hang wondered, how could so many news reports be taken off the shelves in this instant?

No matter what, this accident involved prominent business families like He Qucheng and Wei Qin, not to mention the masses who were involved in the accident. The pressure from the public should not be small. Under normal circumstances, no matter what, the news media should come out and speak out. right.

Fu Hang looked back and forth for a long time. After changing several browsers, the search results seemed to be the same. All the news reports seemed to be covered up, and the picture of the criminal suspect was never found again. half shadow.

Fu Hang felt a little helpless and casually left the phone aside, distracted for a while.

He touched Xu Qiaoran's phone and called Xu Qiaoran, and he hung up after confirming that someone had been in the first hospital at that time.

After all, the headline and photo when he opened the webpage just now had too much impact on Fu Hang, and he couldn't accept it for a while.

Fu Hang really didn't know what had happened to him since the beginning of spring. At first, his divorce from An Qingya was exposed, then there was an earthquake in Japan, and later it was Teacher Dong's sudden death, and now he was just divorced by the old man. After the wife threatened, it happened again.

Fu Hang may be able to suspect that Fu Jie is still alive, but in the car accident three days ago, Fu Hang could not imagine that his father did it.

In addition to her rapid remarriage, the old lady who Fu Hang had been reluctant to meet, Fu Jie also accounted for a large part of the reason.

Fu Hang has always had an excessive trust in Fu Jie, because in his childhood memory, Fu Jie had generous arms and a pair of warm palms.That man would play games with himself, would take himself out for a swim, and would help him up when he fell while running.

Fu Hang lay on the bed and rubbed his temples. He felt dizzy again for some reason, but he fell asleep on the bed for a long time.

It was already ten o'clock in the evening when Fu Hang woke up again, and the afterglow of the sunset glowed on the earth.

Xu Qiaoran may have just come back from dinner. Fu Hang's bedside table still had steaming food. Seeing that Fu Hang woke up, he greeted him to eat. He brought the dinner from the hospital restaurant. Private hospitals are like this If you order well, you can provide different meals for different patients.

Fu Hang glanced at the food once or twice, and then caught a glimpse of the drip in his hand, and said to Xu Qiaoran: "Help me see what is written on the water bottle I hang?"

Although Xu Qiaoran didn't know what he wanted to do, he still tiptoed to help him see.

"It's nothing, it's just ordinary glucose." Xu Qiaoran finished reading, and he didn't understand the vocabulary of the proprietary medical medicine bottle on the bottle, so he asked again, "What's the matter? What's the problem?"

Fu Hang took the chopsticks. He didn't know if it was his own illusion. Recently, he always felt uneasy, prone to dizziness, lethargy, and chest tightness in severe cases.

And a few days ago, when he was rehearsing a drama by himself in the dance room, he discovered that it turned out that it was very easy for him to remember the lines, and it took him a long time to memorize them.

If it's not that there is something wrong with his body, Fu Hang can't think of any other reason to explain it.

"Go and ask me what kind of diseases my attending physician is good at?" Fu Hang put food in his mouth expressionlessly.

"Come on, you eat first, and you will be broadcasting live later," Xu Qiaoran said, holding his mobile phone and preparing to go out, "I'll go and ask for you."

Fu Hang responded in a low voice, looking at the pork liver in front of him, he felt a little uncomfortable. What he hated to eat the most was animal offal. Fu Hang pulled out the needle in his hand, got out of bed with the plate of pork liver, and smashed it It all went into the trash can.

Not long after, when Fu Hang finished his meal, Xu Qiaoran also came back, and he told Fu Hang what he had heard.

The doctor in charge of Fu Hang is a vice president surnamed Wang, who is good at hematology and internal medicine. I heard that he published a paper on anemia in genetics abroad and won an award.

"Anemia?" Fu Hang murmured.

In fact, Fu Hang also took a look at the bottle of his own drip just now, and it was indeed full of incomprehensible medical vocabulary. After Fu Hang barely recognized a few, he stopped looking at it.

He changed into his hospital gown while Xu Qiaoran was looking for the location of the live broadcast, and searched the Internet for symptoms of anemia, and he found almost all neurological symptoms.

Fu Hang thought of the pork liver that he dumped just now, and reckoned that it might be anemia, it was all right.

But what's wrong with telling yourself this?Fu Hang didn't understand. After all, anemia can be serious, and it's not serious. As long as you don't overwork, major accidents are actually fine.

Before the live broadcast, Fu Hang sent a message to He Qucheng, asking him if he was anemic.

He Qucheng didn't reply after a while, Fu Hang guessed that he might still have a job, so he went to broadcast live first.

Xu Qiaoran chose the location of the live broadcast to be in a corner of the restaurant of the private hospital. Li Que seemed to have made an agreement with the relevant person in charge before leaving, so no one came to obstruct them.

The restaurant of the private hospital is on the first floor, but the high style may be to satisfy the aesthetics of the rich. The decoration is good, and there are large French windows on three sides. Fu Hang sits in front of the French windows and looks at Xu Qiaoran holding up the mobile phone of the live broadcast. Pick a filter.

Fu Hang showed up without makeup this time, because he was still in the hospital and it was not easy to do anything on his face. Xu Qiaoran chose the filter for a long time and felt that there was nothing good-looking. Either the beauty and whitening were too much, or The big eyes and thin face are a little scary.

Fu Hang looked at Xu Qiaoran's appearance and wanted to laugh. He couldn't choose a straight man filter well, and he hadn't seen the adjustment button next to the phone screen to adjust the degree of beauty and whitening. What can Fu Hang say?

Fu Hang glanced at the time, it was almost eight o'clock, and when the time was almost up, Xu Qiaoran asked him to choose one at random, and the broadcast began.

Li Que made an appointment with Fu Hang's fans on Fu Hang's Weibo in advance, so when Fu Hang started broadcasting, the audience was almost 10,000+.

"Hi everyone, it's been a long time...poof," Fu Hang said, looking at himself on the phone screen, and suppressed a smile.

I was stuck on time just now, and Fu Hang didn't care what filter Xu Qiaoran chose. I didn't know that he chose a funny makeup look until it was broadcast. It was the beginning of the face-changing popular on Douyin. Fu Hang was originally a popular one. The star instantly turned into a sloppy uncle.

A "hahahahahaha" flew over the barrage, and several people asked Fu Hang if he was going to be a comedian.

Fu Hang also laughed, and asked the audience to wait for him for a few seconds. He quickly adjusted the filter, swiped the adjustment button, and faced the camera again, "Sorry, my assistant was too flustered when I selected it, so I didn't pay attention. .”

The barrage flew by:

"What assistant??? The one on Weibo before? The handsome guy is beside you?"

"It's not a straight assistant, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha I wouldn't let my boss use this kind of filter if I had the courage to do so"

"There's nothing to say, maybe the aesthetic vision is different, hahaha, the handsome guy has a heart."

Fu Hang watched the fast barrage fly by, and made a few answers with a smile on his lips.

"It was the one before. He might be a little shy."

"I don't think the sloppy uncle's appearance is bad, even if he broadcasts live to fans, he still needs to be burdened by an idol."

"Give him some preparation time when he will be in the mirror later."

"I haven't had any work recently, so I want to rest."

"I'm not saying goodbye to the entertainment industry, no, no, no, don't think too much about it."

It was a bit boring for Fu Hang to reply to the barrage comments by himself, he stretched out his hand and was about to run when Xu Qiaoran pulled him over.

"This is my assistant," Fu Hang glanced at Xu Qiaoran, "Because of some reasons, let him talk to you about it, okay?"

Xu Qiaoran looked at Fu Hang with a sad look in his eyes, and stumbling towards the camera, he said: "Da, everyone, I am Fu Hang's person...ah, no, I am his assistant."

Xu Qiaoran was probably nervous, and his mouth didn't turn around. After he said it, he was stunned for a second before he realized that he was wrong and changed his mouth.

However, no matter if it is a second or a few seconds, the barrage is considered to be an explosion.

"What did he just say??? He is from Fuhang?? Is that what I understand?"

"What is this?? I can make up my mind, but I don't want to hammer it out"

"?? Come out on the spot?"

"On the love story between the domineering CEO Star Gong and the weak and pitiful assistant Shou??"

"Just an assistant, don't think too much, don't think too much... well, I think too much"

Xu Qiaoran was dazzled for a while looking at the barrage, but he definitely knew what the barrage meant.

"I'm straight! I'm really not gay!" Xu Qiaoran blushed a little, and replied without waiting for Fu Hang, "It's really just an assistant!"

But it seems that the more he explained, the less people listened, and the barrage was full of "hahahaha".

"Little cutie, don't explain."

"Yes, yes, it's fine if you're an assistant, sister touch your head"

"Fu Hang, look at you, why is your house like this?"

"Even if you are gay, I love you! Fu Hang's girlfriend fans will never cry! Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo""

Xu Qiaoran sat next to Fu Hang, looking at the overwhelming scene in the barrage, and looked at Fu Hang pitifully.

Fu Hang suppressed a smile at the side, he could probably guess Li Que's heart while watching the live broadcast over there, but it's useless to explain it now, in fact, Fu Hang's coffee position does not need to be sold, but there is no way, saying The water that pours out when I go out.

"Yes, he's mine..." Fu Hang had no choice but to smooth things over. After all, it's better to admit it openly than it is now, but before Fu Hang finished speaking, he heard someone's voice from the side.

"Who said you belonged to him?"

Fu Hang was very familiar with that voice, it was He Qucheng.

"Did someone say something just now?"

"Why do I feel like an annual drama?"

"Online cp in one second and meet the plot of the real master???"

Fu Hang smiled, but didn't answer the barrage question, and asked He Qucheng, "Why are you here?"

He Qucheng didn't appear in the mirror, took a chair and sat down opposite Fu Hang, and shook the Fu Hang live broadcast page on his mobile phone, "Why do you think I'm here?"

Fu Hang smiled, ignored him, looked at the screen and said, "It's my brother who came to see me. Do you continue to ask questions?"

"Would you please show your face?"

"So? What's going on here?"

"Can anyone tell me why the little assistant's face is not very good?"

"The Lord is here, hahahahahaha"

"It's really my brother who came here," Fu Hang explained, and then looked at He Qucheng, "Would you like to show your face?"

"No, listen to the voice," He Qucheng raised his eyebrows, "I'm Fu Hang's brother, hello."

Xu Qiaoran sat aside and didn't speak. He looked at He Qucheng and then at Fu Hang. Just when he was finally relieved that no one in the barrage had pursued his relationship with Fu Hang, he heard He Qucheng look at him and say, He said, "I heard you belong to him?"

"I'm really not, I'm an assistant, an assistant." Xu Qiaoran probably got a little numb from the explanation just now, and replied weakly.

"Oh, that's good," He Qucheng said, looking at Fu Hang with a smile in his eyes, "I'm not going to give up my brother to you."

Fu Hang sat in his seat for a moment, feeling ashamed to look at the screen, and turned off the barrage directly, without answering the audience's questions, talking to himself about his arrangements and preparations for the past few months, and sang a song Song turned off the live broadcast.

Anyway, when the three of them were arguing, time ran out, but He Qucheng still didn't seem to stop. He sat there and casually glanced at Xu Qiaoran, and said to Fuhang, "What were you going to say when I came?"

Fu Hang looked at He Qucheng, and smiled beggingly: "It's really nothing, let me go?"

He Qucheng snorted and remained silent.

Seeing his appearance, Fu Hang just thought it was funny and didn't say anything. He turned to Xu Qiaoran and told him to go back to rest early, after all, it was getting late.

Xu Qiaoran sat there, feeling as if he had lost his soul, nodded, stood up and said something for no reason, "I'm really a straight man, I want to find a girlfriend to date."

The author has something to say:

He Ruoji: You stole little three and little four behind my back.

Fu Shunshi: I didn't, he's a straight man!

Baby Xu: Mom, I want to find a girlfriend to fall in love with!

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