Whose Little Eyes Haven’t Seen the Actor Yet

Jiang Zicheng was thrown into the back seat of the sedan by Xie Beiwang in full view. He was thrown dizzy and didn't forget to hold his injured foot high.

The man got into the car short and almost got him kicked in the face.

"Be honest." Xie Beiwang stretched out his hand to hold his calf and put the kicking foot in place. He asked: "Does it hurt?"

Jiang Zicheng's wings became hard and he dared to talk back: "My feet don't hurt anymore. When you carried me, my shoulders hurt my stomach."

Xie Beiwang: "Stomach hurts? Then bear it."

Fortunately, Mr. Xie’s car window has a one-way protective film. The crew outside the car cannot see the situation inside the car, otherwise they will be shocked by the way the two get along.

The driver quickly started the car and drove towards the nearest hospital.

Jiang Zicheng took out his mobile phone to check the map: "Brother driver, turn left and go to XX Hospital! It is my designated hospital for medical insurance, and the reimbursement limit is very high!"

Of course the driver would not listen to him. This car belongs to Mr. Xie, and the person in this car is also Mr. Xie. Naturally, Mr. Xie said he would drive wherever he went.

There were traffic jams in Beijing at night. They were delayed on the road for a while, and finally stopped in front of a private hospital twenty minutes later.

Jiang Zicheng fainted as soon as he saw the sign of this hospital. This hospital is synonymous with expensive. It is said that it costs five thousand to see a cold. Countless business giants and film stars are VIP patients here. He is a "slum 17-line star" in Jiangzicheng, and he can't bear to come here to spend money.

Xie Beiwang said: "You are an up-and-coming entertainer, and it is easy for someone to break the news when you go to an ordinary hospital. You will come to this place for medical treatment in the future, and you will be reimbursed for whatever you spend.

Jiang Zicheng was overjoyed: "The welfare is so good? The company will report it?"

"No," Xie Beiwang glanced at him, "I'll report it to you."

"..."

The car door opened, and Miss Nurse was already waiting outside in her wheelchair. Jiang Zicheng didn't let Xie Beiwang "help" this time, and jumped onto the wheelchair by himself. Miss nurse pushed her wheelchair like a hot wheel, and rushed to the emergency room.

His shoes and socks had long been removed, his right ankle was red and swollen, the thin skin on the outermost layer of his skin had been "burned", and his skin was wrinkled, painful and itchy.

He has very white skin, especially his feet, without sunshine all year round. Comparing the two, the redness and swelling on the ankle is more glaring.

He moved to the bed and the doctor took a close look at his wound. Fortunately, it was treated in time and washed with clean mineral water repeatedly, so now the wound has not deteriorated.

The nurse sister carefully debride him, but even if she moves lightly, when the cotton ball touches there, it still makes him feel so painful.

"Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

The tears in his eye sockets exposed his feelings. He didn't want to lose face in front of Xie Beiwang. He just held those two tears in his eye sockets. The teardrops turned and turned for a long time, and his eyes were soaked with tears, and the water was full. .

Xie Bei saw such a big redness and swelling on his ankle, and wanted to reach out to touch it, but in the end he could only hide his clenched fingers in his trouser pockets.

He asked the doctor: "Will it leave scars?"

The doctor said: "It should not be. It just takes a long time for the redness and swelling to subside and the growth of new epidermis. Don't suffocate the wound, change the dressing frequently, and don't see the water. When the new skin grows, it will definitely itch. touch."

Jiang Zicheng resisted the pain and deliberately said witty words: "Don't worry, Mr. Xie, the injury of your foot will not affect the company's money, and the following scenes should only be shot above the knee."

Xie Beiwang said coldly: "What kind of money do you make? What kind of money can you make for the company if you are a guest role with zero pay?"

Jiang Zicheng: "..."

It’s strange, is Mr. Xie working so freely? How can he even know about the company’s seventeenth-line young artists receiving films with zero pay?

Soon, the redness and swelling on Jiang Zicheng's feet were treated. The nurse applied a thin layer of swelling and pain relief ointment on his feet. Instead of wrapping them in gauze, the wounds were naturally ventilated. Then she brought another pair of slippers for him to put on.

Jiang Zicheng thought, it really deserves to be a private hospital, the service attitude is really good.

As a result, Jiang Zicheng only knew when he saw the bill that the pair of slippers on his feet were clearly marked with a price!

The cost of emergency treatment in private hospitals is extremely high, and the bill is extremely long. Jiang Zicheng glanced at the ending total, then looked at his feet, and slapped his tongue: "This price is enough for my amputation, right?!"

Xie Beiwang lowered his head to sign the bill, and said faintly: "Want to amputate?...Okay." His eyes didn't even fall to Jiang Zicheng. "Next time you are so impulsive, it's better to interrupt it directly."

"..." Jiang Zicheng shivered.

Xie Beiwang: "Why, don't you withdraw the voice message this time?"

"..." Jiang Zicheng said hurriedly, "Withdraw, withdraw. I like my feet, and when I encounter danger in the future, I still expect it to take me away."

Xie Beiwang stopped now.

After a while, Brother Hu and brothers Kevin and Tony hurriedly arrived. The twin brothers had their faces full of tears and noses. The 1.9-meter-plus man cried like two 200-jin children. Jiang Zicheng felt a headache when he saw them, and suspected that the brothers had come to mourn him.

When the artist is filming, the agent doesn't need to be on the spot. Hu Ge has other business to talk about today. How can I think that Jiang Zicheng would encounter such a dangerous situation just one day after he left.

Brother Hu rushed to Jiang Zicheng and took a close look at Jiang Zicheng first, and saw that except for his ankles, there were no injuries on his body, and his spirits looked very good, so he was relieved.

Brother Hu quickly thanked Xie Beiwang: "Mr. Xie, I really trouble you today!"

Xie Beiwang said: "It's nothing, I happened to be talking over there."

Jiang Zicheng thought: Oh—it turns out I was just a "coincident".

This thought flashed through his heart abruptly, even Jiang Zicheng himself didn't realize it.

Xie Beiwang asked seriously: "Hu Ning, how does the crew plan to resolve this matter?"

Hu Ge quickly replied: "The way to come has been communicated with the crew. The crew did not verify their identity when they selected the group to perform, and the illegitimate fan of the male protagonist was mixed in. The other party came for the heroine. The specific compensation amount is me. Still talking with the crew. Tomorrow morning, the crew will issue an announcement to strongly condemn this behavior. The heroine An Wen will send a direct thank you on Weibo. When the time comes..."

"What about the actor?" Xie Beiwang interrupted him, "That Zhou Eel is still Zhou Tuna. Isn't he responsible for his fans?"

Jiang Zicheng's weak reminder: "It's called Zhou Manyu, not Zhou Eel..."

Xie Beiwang ignored him at all and ordered Hu Ge: "Let him apologize publicly tomorrow."

Hu Ge hesitated and said: "Mr. Xie, this is a fan's personal behavior. There is no precedent for rising to the celebrity in the circle. Generally speaking, it is enough for his studio to issue a public statement."

"As a star, it is impossible to just enjoy the bonuses brought by fans."

"..."

"Don't restrict when it's time to restrict, and don't guide when it's time to guide. Fans are in trouble, and I want to get rid of the relationship at this time."

"..."

The consultation room was quiet, and no one dared to speak.

Xie Beiwang also knew that he was too angry today, but after seeing Jiang Zicheng's injury, he really couldn't keep calm anymore. The situation at the time was too critical. Jiang Zicheng didn't even think about it, so he protected the heroine behind him. Xie Beiwang stood on the tall building, clearly seeing that clearly, but couldn't rush to him in the first place.

Xie Beiwang took a deep breath and forced himself not to express too much emotion.

After a few seconds, his anger slowly receded, and he changed back to the indecent President Xie's.

The temperature inside the house rose again, and the little snail in Jiang Zicheng finally dared to stick out its tentacles from its shell.

"Um...thank you today." He pushed the wheelchair by himself and slowly slid towards the gate, intending to slip away from under Mr. Xie's nose, "It's getting late today, I will go back first..."

"Zicheng, you can't go back to the crew for the time being." Who would have thought that Brother Hu would actually stop him, "There was such a serious shooting accident today. You don't have to go back to film until the crew comes up with a compensation plan."

As a result, he naturally couldn't stay in the hotel provided by the crew.

Jiang Zicheng: "Then back to the company dormitory?"

Kevin said: "Brother Jiang, there is a water pipe burst in the artist's apartment. This week, the whole building was closed for maintenance."

…His luck is too bad.

Brother Hu said, "Why don't I go to the hotel next to you and give you another room?"

Jiang Zicheng: "But I didn't bring my ID card."

A few people looked at each other—what should I do?

Jiang Zicheng is very embarrassed, is it possible to go back to his parents' house? Let alone it's midnight, the most important thing is that he has an injury on his foot. He doesn't want to go home to make his parents worry.

"Nowhere to go?" The man who had been silent for a long time suddenly said, "Then go to me."

Jiang Zicheng: "...?????"

Brother Hu: "...?????"

Xie Beiwang walked to Jiang Zicheng and stood still, pressing the wheelchair handle with both hands: "My apartment is right by the side, let's go, it's very close."