Wen Ai's operation was considered a success, and his life was temporarily out of danger. But the illness came like a mountain, and his condition suddenly deteriorated this time. The attending doctor suggested a heart transplant as soon as possible.
Wen Aifu's life was at stake, and Xiang Ning sent a letter from his subordinates abroad, saying that he had found a suitable organ donor in Canada. He was a terminally ill young man who had been issued a critical illness notice by the hospital. live. Xiang Ning quickly contacted the well-meaning donor. In gratitude, he promised to pay a large sum of money and help take care of his family after his death.
It is best to carry out the transplant operation immediately after the heart is separated. Xiang Ning contacted the top doctors and planned to transfer Wen Ai to a Canadian hospital. After Lan Ting heard the news, he decided to accompany Wen Ai to Canada to seek medical treatment without even thinking about it. As a result, Wen Ai refused and lay weakly on the hospital bed, shaking his head like a rattle: "Do you think it's wisdom teeth extraction? ? Go and return on the same day? Such a major operation will take at least two months before and after, and you will not work?"
Lan Ting held his hand and said decisively: "No, you said it was a major operation, if I don't guard it, am I still worthy of being your man?"
A blush floated on Wen Ai's pale and sickly cheeks, and he stammered: "But my man is on the rise in his career... Don't delay it for me."
Wen Ai's thoughtfulness and sensibility were a blow to Lan Ting. Lan Ting couldn't hold back the calmness on his face anymore, lowered his head in pain, and buried his face in Wen Ai's hands: "Fuck your career!" , you are more important than anything else."
"Why are you still swearing?" Wen Ai scratched Lan Ting's face mischievously with five fingers, "I said 'hold the grass' last time, and you made me stand for a quarter of an hour!"
Lan Ting kissed his white and tender palm, raised his head from his hand, and there was a bit of pleading in his eyes: "When you recover from the operation, you can punish me to stand for a day and a night."
Wen Ai's heart warmed, and she was so moved that she opened her hands and looked at him obediently: "Hug."
Lan Ting didn't dare to use as much force as before, so he hugged him cautiously. Wen Ai moved forward, took the initiative to deepen the hug, immersed himself in Lan Ting's firm and warm embrace, and let out a breath of satisfaction. He knew what Lan Ting was afraid of. If he hadn't known the plot in advance, he would have been afraid that he would die on the operating table.
"Trust me." Wen Ai said cheerfully, "I won't take the dog so easily."
Lan Ting laughed into his neck, laughing so much that he shrugged: "Just be funny, I'm almost scared out of my wits by you."
Wen Ai felt that the pot came out of nowhere: "Why did you get sick from fright?"
Lan Ting grabbed his hand and pressed his crotch: "Little brother is frightened by you, it's still a question of whether he can stand up again."
Wen Ai blushed and withdrew her hand: "It's what you deserve, let you be a hooligan."
A few days later, Lan Ting rejected all the announcements without hesitation, and went to Canada to take care of Wen Ai, leaving all the domestic troubles behind.
The scandal between Lan Ting and Wen Ai continued to ferment. After the media made a lot of hype, they found that Lan Ting was too obsessed with the star. He didn't come out to respond when things got so big, and he just disappeared. He wanted to join the "entertainment Top ten unsolved mysteries in the circle" or what
No matter how popular news is, it will die on the sands of time sooner or later. With the disappearance of Lan Ting and Wen Ai, scandals gradually fade out of public view.
Three months later, Lan Ting suddenly held a press conference. The lingering heat of "Dragon Race" has not dissipated, and the popular image of the male number three is still exerting influence. .
"Nervous?" Seeing Wen Ai rubbing his hands unconsciously, Lan Ting comforted him, "Don't be afraid, you don't need to say anything later."
"Hmm..." Wen Ai responded, then turned his head and glanced at the front desk, "There must be a lot of media coming outside, can you handle it?"
Manager Qi Qun happened to come over to inform them that the press conference was about to start, so he listened inadvertently, and said to Wen Ai: "He doesn't need to say anything, I'll explain the ins and outs when the time comes."
Wen Ai didn't participate in the planning of this press conference, and didn't know what process to follow. It wasn't until Lan Ting pulled him up that he understood what Qi Qun meant.
Lan Ting didn't answer a single question, and kissed him in front of all the cameras and flashing lights, sticking out his tongue, in front of countless viewers watching the live broadcast.
The whole scene was quiet, and everyone was obviously shocked by Lan Ting's straightforwardness.
Having tasted the sweetness of Wen Ai, Lan Ting left his lips with unsatisfied feelings, hugged him with one arm, picked up the microphone on the table with the other, and announced loudly and loudly: "The person next to me is not my assistant, but will be with me. The lover who will stay together forever."
As soon as the words fell to the ground, Lan Ting took Wen Ai back to the backstage, hid in the lounge and continued to kiss passionately, leaving Qi Qun the reporters who were so excited that they were about to blow the roof off.
Qi Qun has been in the entertainment industry for many years, and quickly calmed down the scene, calmed down the emotions of the reporters, and then told them a story with great emotion, a love story with Lan Ting and Wen Ai as the protagonists, which was artistically processed story. The story focuses on Wen Ai's congenital heart disease, and clearly tells everyone how Lan Ting left his career to chase after Canada, and stayed in front of the hospital bed in his clothes to take good care of his boyfriend.
As soon as the press conference was over, Qi Qun immediately asked someone to post the story draft prepared in advance on the Internet. This touching love earned many tears, and Lan Ting and Wen Ai, the couple who almost died, also successfully won Sympathy and applause. At the end of the story, after the netizens learned that Wen Ai's transplant was successful, they sent blessings one after another. Lan Ting was also advertised as a good boyfriend of the nation, and his public image suddenly rose several notches. Everyone praised him not only for his good looks and acting skills, but also for his talent. Responsible infatuated good man.
Wen Ai is in such a good mood recently, he is always shoulder to shoulder with the sun, and he floats like stepping on clouds when he walks. He is in great shape now, and Xiang Ning is not tied to him anymore, he likes to run wherever he likes, a bit more free than a little bird.
The system jumped out with the net in time, and stopped him, a bird that was so happy that he couldn't find the north: "One pig, mission! Mission! Mission!"
Wen Ai was sitting on Lan Ting's bed eating fried chicken: "He has taken care of me for three months, he is emaciated, and he has lost several strands of hair. It's authentic abuse, with the original flavor."
System: "Pull it down, you have 70 points now."
Wen Ai paused, with a dazed look on his face while holding the chicken leg in his mouth: "Can you still check the score in real time?"
The system proudly said: "After my memory expansion, many new functions have been added!"
Wen Ai said earnestly: "I hope you can remember that without Qin Ge, you would not be where you are today."
System: "That's why I remind you that there is fifteen minutes between you and the world of cultivating immortals. Stop being sweet all day long and abuse him."
With a "click", the bathroom door opened, and Lan Ting walked out of the mist, with a towel around his waist, and water droplets rolling down his bare chest.
Wen Ai with difficulty retracted his gaze, fighting hundreds of rounds between heaven and man in his brain, and finally made up his mind to torture Lan Ting. Only by going to the world of cultivating immortals to break through the illusion can he and Lan Ting truly stay together.
"Little Dada." Lan Ting teased Wen Ai's chin, "Why are you so preoccupied?"
"Don't touch me!" Wen Ai slapped his hands away forcefully, fell on the pillow, rolled his buttocks up, and ignored people on his stomach.
Lan Ting raised his eyebrows, knelt on the bed with one leg, leaned over and poked his upright buttocks: "Why, I've been washing for too long and you're in a hurry?"
Wen Ai's muffled voice came from the pillow: "Don't worry, I'm going to sleep."
Lan Ting thought for a while, his acting skills were on the line, and he said pitifully: "Then you go to sleep, I will apply some medicine by myself, the back of my hand is red from your beating."
As he said that, he got off the bed and took two steps outside, but Wen Ai lay motionless on the bed, so he really didn't plan to pay attention to him.