Let’s Lose A Billion Today First

When Chuzheng saw the wallpaper, he was stunned, without any special reaction, and asked him calmly, "When did you shoot it?"

The shots are pretty good...mainly because they look good.

"..."

Sheng Yan squeaked, blushing, but fortunately Chuzheng couldn't see anything in the darkness.

Chu Zheng apparently just asked casually. She turned on the flashlight, shone the surroundings first, and pushed her hand on Sheng Yan's waist: "Get up."

Sheng Yan was frightened, and stood up on the table and chairs next to him in a panic.

"hiss……"

Before Sheng Yan stood to ask, he fell back and Chu Zheng reached out to support him.

The flashlight in Chu Zheng's hand shook his face: "What's the matter?"

Sheng Yan's face was a little ugly. He reached out his hand to touch his ankle, Chu Zheng shot the flashlight over, Sheng Yan's ankle was already swollen.

Sheng Yan had twisted it once on stage before, but it didn't hurt very much. With the performance, he didn't have time to pay attention.

He twisted again just now, causing him to be unable to stand up now.

Chu Zheng got up from the side and got him to sit on a chair next to him.

"Take it."

She stuffed the phone to Sheng Yan, Chuzheng squatted down and held his ankle to check.

Sheng Yan gasped when he was touched by Chu Zheng, and the blood on his face lost some points.

"It hurts?"

Sheng Yan endured, shook his head.

"Send you to the hospital first." Chu Zheng turned around and nodded his shoulders: "Come on, I'll carry you."

"what?"

Five points in the boy's eyes were blank, at a loss, and tense.

Sheng Yan refused: "No, no, I can go by myself."

"You can't get to the hospital until tomorrow." Chu Zheng was out of anger: "Hurry up."

"..."

Sheng Yan stretched out his hand hesitantly, looped Chuzheng's shoulders, hooked her neck, and moved the weight away.

Chu Zheng carried him easily, and Chu Zheng weighed him up: "Have you lost weight recently?"

Sheng Yan's chest was against Chu Zheng's back, and her head was next to her neck. You could smell the fragrance of her hair.

Sheng Yan's whole person was in a trance. Hearing the sound of Chuzheng, he became a little sober, and squatted hopefully in reply: "No...no."

"Is it."

Chuzheng didn't believe it.

It must be light.

During this time when preparing for the concert, Sheng Yan didn't rest well, sometimes he didn't eat well when he ate. It is certain to be thin.

Chu Zheng walked up, and Sheng Yan suddenly turned his head: "Hua..."

"No more." At this time, I still care about any flowers.

"You gave me..."

"I'll send you a car tomorrow." The boy really likes flowers!

"??"

"Zhaolu, do you want us to explain here?"

Sheng Yan responded in a low voice and shone the flashlight to the front.

When he turned his eyes slightly, he could see the girl's smooth profile face.

Sheng Yan encircled Chu Zheng's arm and slowly tightened it.

Chu Zheng wanted to talk, but when he turned his head to see Sheng Yan's pale face, he held back, hoping that she would not be strangled to death.

The passages outside were closed. Chuzheng went around and found no place to go out. She called Lisa. Lisa contacted the staff who had not left, and then rescued them.

-

Mu Sheng and Qu Jiangxiao rushed to the hospital in a hurry. When they saw Chuzheng, they shouted, "Boss, what happened to Homura?"

"What is it called, is there any quality."

Mu Sheng shut up quickly: "Where is Homura?"

Chu Zheng pointed to the ward: "It's just a twisted ankle, it's nothing serious."

Sheng Yan's feet have been bandaged. Although it is not very serious, the doctor also told him not to exercise vigorously for a short time, otherwise it may cause secondary injuries.

When they were leaving, Sheng Yan asked them to go first, and he wanted to stay a while later.

Mu Sheng took his wife and Qu Jiangxiao took his sister, so they had to leave first.

"Why are you so careless?"

"It's okay, just twisted it." Sheng Yan sat on the hospital bed: "It will be better soon."

"Nothing is okay, you look like it's almost wrapped into rice dumplings, what is this called? Then what is wrong!"

"..."

Chuzheng asked the three of them to chat for a while, and finally couldn't help but chase them.

"You are not leaving yet?"

"I'll be with Homura..." Mu Sheng immediately rushed towards Sheng Yan.

Chu Zheng took him away: "No need."

"boss……"

Qu Jiangxiao was very sensible and stopped Mu Sheng: "Today is so tired, you didn't clamor for sleep before. Homura also needs a rest. You probably won't be able to rest here, so come back tomorrow."

"but……"

Qu Jiangxiao covered Mu Sheng's mouth and pushed him out, not forgetting to turn his head and smile at Chuzheng: "Then trouble the boss to take care of Homura."

"What, I..."

Mu Sheng's voice was blocked by the door of the ward, and the ward was instantly quiet.

Chu Zheng Da Ma Jindao sat on the chair: "Go to sleep."

Sheng Yan whizzed down, and finally lay down slowly.

Snapped--

The lights in the ward went out.

The room was as quiet as no one.

"Why... why are you late?"

Sheng Yan's voice sounded in the darkness, breaking the silence of the room.

"Something went wrong." Chu Zheng looked over there, only to see the fuzzy outline of the boy.

Sheng Yan asked: "An accident?"

"Ok."

In the darkness, Sheng Yan's eyes were a little bright, she didn't mean to come, she had something...

Sheng Yan held his thumping heart and slowly closed his eyes.

-

The night was as cold as water, and a ray of moonlight fell on the window sill, which was roughly cut off by the curtain, and could not pour in for half a minute.

In the faint light, a figure stood in front of the hospital bed, slowly bending down.

Chuzheng looked at the sleeping boy, and after a while she suddenly kissed him.

...

The next day.

When Sheng Yan woke up, Chu Zheng was not in the ward.

Sheng Yan was relieved when Chu Zheng was not there.

He had a bad dream last night, the scene of him kissing her...

If she is really there, Sheng Yan still doesn't know how to face her.

When he saw her now, he couldn't help thinking about her.

Mu Sheng and Qu Jiangxiao arrived early in the morning, fully armed, rushed into the ward like thieves, and slammed the door of the ward.

"Oh, my dad was scared to death." Mu Sheng patted his chest: "I was almost found."

It was already midnight when they came last night, where was there anyone.

Qu Jiangxiao took off his mask and asked Sheng Yan with concern: "How are you Homura?"

"Very good." Sheng Yan glanced at his feet: "The doctor checked it just now and there is nothing wrong with it."

"How did you sprain yesterday?" Mu Sheng was curious: "Aren't you okay when we left? And how did you get with the boss?"

Sheng Yan pinched her mouth, her eyelashes drooping, and did not answer Mu Sheng's question.

Qu Jiangxiao looked at Sheng Yan for a long time, and finally asked, "Do you like the boss, Homura?"

Sheng Yan looked up and met Qu Jiangxiao's gaze.

They sing together, practice together, and perform together, and they have long had an extraordinary understanding.

Sheng Yan's expression changed, and finally nodded.