"Watching the Tide" crew.
In the dressing room, He Jiang closed her eyes and asked the makeup artist to touch up her makeup, her thin lips were pursed, her face was expressionless, the small water droplets clinging to the peak of her eyebrows were like icicles, trembling and unable to fall.
"Zhang Yaoyao should just change her name to Zhang and spread rumors. It's polite to help girls put on clothes when they get out of the water, and she sent you two press releases to hype."
Manager Lin Lin is in charge of the affairs of He Jiang's studio, and she doesn't often follow up with the group now, but this time when He Jiang went into the water to shoot at the seaside, the wave came and it was no joke. She was worried and followed up with the group in person.
Lin Lin looked at He Jiang: "Is this also treated coldly?"
"Anything you want." He Jiang didn't lift her eyes, when she slid her phone away with her fingertips, she happened to jump out of this draft. There was a chill in his eyes, and when he raised his eyes, it was like a meeting of the light of a sword and the shadow of a sword, but he didn't say anything.
Seeing this, the new male assistant, Xiaobei, said emotionally to another female assistant, Cai Minmin: "I think our boss has a pretty good temper."
He was dragged and hyped, but he didn't get angry. Before joining the job, Sister Lin specifically emphasized that He Jiang has a bad temper, and he just needs to keep quiet when he loses his temper.
Cai Minmin sighed: "It wasn't like this before."
He Jiang paid attention to innocence in the past, and any signs of scandal and hype were suppressed in the cradle. One of the major tasks of their studio is to keep an eye on the actresses so that they don't act like monsters.
Later, for some reason, He Jiang didn't care about these things. The actress sent a draft or something, turned a blind eye, and let him make small troubles.
It's too extreme, even if there is Sister Lin staring at her, no one else dares.
On one occasion, a marketing account spread the word about He Jiang and a female singer, and posted a picture of them entering and leaving the community in the same frame. Before sister Lin got angry, He Jiang herself directly posted a message on Weibo, "Waiting to receive a court summons." .”
In less than two hours, the marketing account recorded an apology video, crying bitterly and saying that he was obsessed with money.
The screen of the mobile phone went off for a second and then turned on again, receiving a MMS message and a text message respectively.
He Jiang looked at the words "husband" and "hospital" in the text message, and frowned, her first reaction was that she sent it by mistake.
He picked up his phone and was about to reply "You sent the wrong message", when the screen fingerprint unlocked, a high-definition selfie popped up.
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In the photo, the young man's head was wrapped in gauze, his eyebrows drooped, he was pitiful, his black eyes were watery, and he looked at the camera like a homeless dog.
business scene!
He Jiang's nonchalant eyes suddenly sharpened, as if a cheetah had sighted its prey, the muscles all over his body tensed and gathered strength, and his face was like a storm that he didn't realize was coming.
The edges of the fingers pinching the phone turned white, and He Jiang tried his best to calm himself down.
Do not take it seriously.
If you talk to him, you lose.
Shang Jing called him husband? The sun came out from the west.
The gauze in the photo hurt He Jiang's eyes, he was as stiff as a sculpture for three seconds, and replied coldly: "What trick are you playing again?"
Are you injured and know to find him? Why are you looking for him? Even if he is at the beach now, he can't meddle in the affairs of the other side of the Pacific Ocean.
It is enough to do the stupid thing of crossing the ocean once.
"Am I playing tricks??"
Shang Jing looked at this ruthless reply in disbelief. In the diary, he had never played a scene of crying, making trouble, and hanging himself. How can he be so maliciously speculated with no criminal record
He was so angry that he smashed his head like a fake, can he still play tricks
He must be blind to marry such a big fool! ! !
Shang Jing was so angry that he almost wanted to call and curse, but fortunately, the million medical bills stopped him.
Reluctant that the child would not be able to tie the wolf, in order to show that he was really injured, he carefully removed a bit of the gauze, revealing the blood-stained part, which made him grin his teeth in pain.
Take a picture, send it.
Feeling that it was not enough, calmly sent the blood-stained white sneakers together.
He remembered this hatred.
Must report.
In the dressing room, after He Jiang replied, he didn't feel bad, and his fingers automatically zoomed in on the photo. When he realized that he actually wanted to see a recent photo of the business scene, he felt depressed again.
After repeating it twice, He Jiang was suddenly attracted by the metal logo on the bed rail behind Shang Jing.
He quickly zoomed in on the photo, and the text on it was horizontal and vertical, and it could be seen that it was Chinese characters even if it was blurred.
This means that Shangjing is now in a domestic hospital!
Shangjing, he... has returned to China.
At the same time, two clearer photos of the injury came, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on He Jiang's back.
He immediately replied: "Where is it?"
Shang Jing just asked about the location of the hospital: "The Second People's Hospital of City S."
The Second People's Hospital is about half an hour's drive from the studio.
He Jiang grabbed her cell phone and car keys, and suddenly stood up: "I'll ask for leave for an hour."
"The director is not allowed to ask for leave."
"That counts as absenteeism."
"Hey you—"
Lin Lin also saw the message beginning with "husband", and she instantly remembered the assistant who was fired because he found out that he resold He Jiang's private phone information to fans.
But later, no one harassed He Jiang because of this, and He Jiang also thought it was troublesome to change the number, so there was no need to deal with it.
Lin Lin quickly followed He Jiang: "Where are you going? Did a fan send you a message just now? I'll handle it."
"Not a fan." He Jiang opened the Porsche door, "I'm going to the hospital to pick up someone, and I have a... friend."
Lin Lin pressed He Jiang's car door: "Take my car. With your face, I don't know that your wife is going to give birth in the hospital."
He Jiang remembered the phrase "husband" in the text message, and was silent for a while. After a while, he dialed a number, "Secretary Sun, help me check a person's immigration information."
Ten minutes later, Secretary Sun sent a message: "Shang Jing, I came to China from the United States three days ago, and entered the city of S."
He Jiang closed her eyes and returned home for three days.
If there hadn't been a car accident, wouldn't he have been contacted at all
There was no one to take care of me in a car accident, so you know to call her husband
Rare
On the way to the hospital, He Jiang learned about the serious car accident this morning. Judging from the uncoded pictures of the scene posted by netizens everywhere, Shang Jing was lucky to be able to contact his "ex-boyfriend" soberly. .
He Jiang pressed her temples, almost three years have passed.
Ten minutes after the car drove by, He Jiang calmed down a little.
As long as Shangjing is poor, he will slam his head into the south wall with passion, which would be too embarrassing.
"Not going." He Jiang said abruptly.
Lin Lin glanced at He Jiang's stern expression from the rearview mirror, and thoughtfully did not ask any further questions, planning to turn left and turn around.
When the wheels hit the dotted line, there was another voice out of nowhere: "Why do you turn around?"
Lin Lin: "???"
As for the emotion you said just now, you are still in the stage of inner game.
He Jiang clenched her phone tightly, and there was still a photo of Shangjing on the screen.
He stared at Shang Jing's wound for a while, his eyes darkened.
Was it because he let go too easily three years ago, giving Shang Jing the illusion that he would come and go when he wanted it
He Jiang turned off the phone screen and closed her eyes.
If it was delivered to your door, then don't blame him for putting it by your side to vent your anger.
The vehicle drove into the underground parking lot, He Jiang put on a mask and cap, and directly pressed the elevator on the first floor.
The hospital was full of doctors and nurses wearing masks and worried patients. He Jiang's dress was not special, and soon he asked about the place where the injured in the car accident were placed.
Amidst the noise, He Jiang's gaze precisely locked on the simple hospital bed in the corner against the wall.
Shang Jing sat with his knees hugged, the bloated gauze made his fair face smaller, his thin chin rested on his knees, his eyes blinked, his eyes were covered by long black eyelashes, he didn't know what he was thinking. Her white insteps stepped on the dark blue sheets, as fragile as white porcelain.
Several hours had passed since the car accident, and everyone had contacted their family members to accompany them. Only Shang Jing was still sitting alone, out of tune with the noise around him.
He Jiang pinched the bridge of her nose, while reminding herself that Shang Xiaogou is not worth loving, and strode over.
"Not here yet?" The enthusiastic old man next door couldn't stand it anymore, "What is the number of your parents' phone number, let me call, why are you so busy with work, and don't care if your son has a car accident."
The uncle is sure that Shangjing High School has not yet graduated and is still a child.
Shang Jing paused, the uncle's words hit the most secret sad thing in his heart, he sniffed: "He should be coming soon."
Is He Jiang coming soon
Shang Jing is also not sure, after all, he hasn't torn his face and did the thing of "If you don't come, I will contact the reporter immediately".
"Bastard."
"Who are you scolding?"
The low-pitched voice is three-point magnetic and seven-point mocking, which makes people tremble all over.
Shang Jing's ears moved, and he raised his head quickly, meeting He Jiang's eyes.
Although the other party only showed a pair of eyes, Shang Jing immediately recognized that he was He Jiang himself!
In an instant, the feeling of being at a loss that lingered in his heart receded like a tide, and the bewilderment and loneliness of being in the hospital disappeared without a trace, and a strange sense of trust hit Shang Jing, making his heart beat a little faster .
No, it's the forgotten dog-licking attribute that came out to cause trouble!
Shang Jing was stunned, and tried his best to suppress the embarrassing conditioned reflex, suspecting that he had been bewitched.
How can you get a sense of security from a scumbag? ! You deserve to be scum!
With He Jiang's charity-like shit attitude, isn't it worth a beating
"Uh-what are you doing?!"
His ankle was suddenly pinched, and Shang Jing's eyes widened in shock.
"Not injured?" He Jiang pinched both of his feet and looked at them. Except for a little bruise on the instep, there was no bleeding point. Obviously, the blood on the pair of sneakers did not belong to Shang Jing.
"Deliberately selling sneakers badly?"
"I didn't say it was my blood." Shang Jing insisted, and took out his ID card, "Here, help me get discharged from the hospital."
After finishing speaking, he observed He Jiang's expression confidently and cautiously. He didn't know if he needed to advance the money to be discharged from the hospital, and if so, would He Jiang pay for him.
He Jiang didn't know the twists and turns of his ex-boyfriend's brain circuit. He handed his ID card to Sister Lin who came a step behind, "Get him out of the hospital."
Sister Lin couldn't close her mouth when she saw Shang Jing.
Isn't this He Jiang's little boyfriend
Three years ago, He Jiang flew to the United States in a hurry. The two of them didn't know what happened. He Jiang blew it when he came back.
Although the past two years have been slightly better, Lin Lin always feels that He Jiang has buried an active volcano in her heart.
Lin Lin gasped, her little boyfriend was about to lift the volcano's lid.
As an agent who has experienced big winds and waves, Lin Lin maintained her due quality, took over Shang Jing's ID card, and left room for the two of them.
Lin Lin has never had the right to intervene in He Jiang's emotional matters, just like He Jiang suddenly fell in love with Shang Jing three years ago, Lin Lin only knew the photos once.
Shang Jing's eyeballs followed Sister Lin's figure, and he was relieved when he saw that she showed no signs of turning back.
He suddenly realized that this young and beautiful lady might be the "Aunt Lin" mentioned in the diary.
Uh...was he that rude before
How can you call Ms. like that
As expected, love will deceive a dog-licking conscience, Shang Jing felt guilty, and decided to replace the title in the diary with one click when he had time.
He Jiang looked coldly at Shang Jing's sneak peek at his manager, and he just wanted to solve this little trouble quickly so that his IQ would not be affected: "Where do you live, I'll take you back."
Shang Jing was stunned for a moment before realizing that although they were legally married, He Jiang only contacted him once in a while, so of course they didn't live together.
Film Emperor He is rich and powerful, and has a lot of real estate under his name. He must not be able to remember which house his hidden wife lives in.
What's more, he probably rented a house by himself, and didn't live in He Jiang's house at all. In this city of S, where every inch of land is expensive, he had no job and had to pay the rent. Cary didn't have a few hundred dollars left!
He was injured, how could he go to work to earn rent in a short time.
Shang Jing said aggrievedly: "I'm injured, of course I want to live with you."
If you don't live together, how can you double the shame of licking the dog
As if he didn't know Shang Jing anymore, He Jiang looked him up and down: "You have a good idea."
Shang Jing pursed his mouth: "Husband—"
Damn scumbag! Actually want him to fend for himself! He must get a divorce and get the scumbag's property!
Looking at Shang Jing's appearance, He Jiang suddenly thought of the little expression in the text message, and frowned, "Are you stupid?"
Shang Jing lowered his eyes. It seemed that he was too humble to ask He Jiang to live together in the past, but he just crossed the line a little bit, and He Jiang became suspicious.
He Jiang is too smart, he can't reveal his secrets.
Shang Jing put on a fragility of the rest of his life, slowly, the tip of his nose turned red, and he stared at He Jiang without blinking.
Looking at Shang Jing's appearance, He Jiang thought to herself, where is she acting stupid, she is clearly pretending to be stupid, and wants to rely on him to recuperate from her injuries! He used to be coaxed for a long time and refused to say a word, but now he just casually said it, thinking that he would like this
don't eat!
Shang Jing got up on his knees and grabbed He Jiang's sleeve, fearing that he would run away.
He Jiang broke away from his wrist: "It's useless to call me husband."
Shang Jing frowned.
Boom—
Suddenly, a slap from the back was slapped on He Jiang's back, and the uncle scolded loudly like a bell: "Will you feel sorry for my wife! You are the scum of men in our city S!"
He Jiang: "..."
Shang Jing slightly raised his eyebrows, tsk tsk, this iron fist of justice.
He continued to pretend to be pitiful: "My husband—"
Seeing that people around her started to notice this, He Jiang suppressed her anger and said, "Shut up and follow."
He pressed his hat and turned to leave, but his sleeves were still being pulled.
He turned impatiently and looked down at Shang Jing, with a bad tone: "Is there anything else?"
Shang Jing: "The shoes are dirty."
He Jiang's eyes fell on his white and tender toes, she paused, squatting down in front of the hospital bed with a hostile look: "Hurry up."