Fu Zhiyao glanced at him expressionlessly, and said in a clear and cold voice, "Drink the water first."
It was quiet in the ward, without any sound.
Chen Wei pursed his lips lightly, obediently drank his saliva before saying, "Brother Fu, are you angry?"
Fu Zhiyao is not angry, he is afraid.
What if Chen Wei really stopped being an artist because of him.
"No." He sat next to Chen Wei and whispered, "I will find a doctor for you, the scar on your back can be removed, don't worry."
The young man leaning on the hospital bed raised his eyes suddenly. His eyes were bright, but then they dimmed suddenly. He smiled bitterly and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to trouble you."
Fu Zhiyao pressed the center of his eyebrows with some headaches, his voice was low and tired, "It's okay, you wouldn't be like this if it weren't for me."
Chen Wei held the bottle and looked at Fu Zhiyao, and said cautiously, "Brother Fu, are you tired...?"
"Go back and rest quickly, don't stay with me." He lowered his head, as if he blamed himself a little.
"It's okay." Fu Zhiyao put down his hands, lowered his head and said casually.
At least he had to wait until his agent came before going back, otherwise what would happen if no one was around to watch and something happened.
"It's good to have my assistant sister with me." Chen Wei pursed his lips, his voice was low.
"Have you finished drinking?" Fu Zhiyao frowned, as if impatient, he reached out and took out the water bottle in his hand, "Sleep, I'll watch here."
Assistant Chen has never liked Chen Wei very much, and just now he was very dissatisfied because he didn't go to see Xie Yuzhe and came back to see Chen Wei. If something happened, wouldn't he come back in vain
Chen Wei glanced out, and finally nodded slightly, "Yes."
He moved down with difficulty, and a slender arm supported him. The man's movements were very light, and there was no superfluous expression on his face, a little cold:
"Slower."
"Yeah." Chen Wei raised his head slightly, and the warm breath sprayed under the man's chin, but the person who supported him still didn't respond, and put his arm around him to make him lie down smoothly.
After Fu Zhiyao helped him to lie down, he sat down next to him expressionlessly.
Chen Wei had an injury on his back and could only lie on his side.
He leaned on his arm and looked at the exquisite-looking man in front of him, a look of disappointment flashed in his eyes. Seeing that he was going to take his mobile phone, he sniffed and said in a low voice, "Brother Fu, can you talk to me?"
Fu Zhiyao stopped moving, and put the phone back again.
Chen Weixu babbled a lot, saying that when he came to the company for an interview, he knew nothing, and that he was recruited because the interviewer said that he was very similar to Xie Yu, both in appearance and in strength, both Nothing will happen.
He trained day and night in the practice room for three years because of his lack of strength. He was ignored by his manager, excluded by the same period, and looked down upon by his juniors who debuted before him.
He managed to survive until today, and finally got an opportunity, but at this time, something like this happened. His back was injured very badly. He knew how important image is to an artist, so he was very worried. Fear of being abandoned by the company...
"It's okay, it's not a big deal, the company won't give up on you." Fu Zhiyao closed his eyes lightly, stretched out his hand and patted him stiffly.
"Really..." Chen Wei shrank under the quilt and asked with red eyes.