Whose Little Eyes Haven’t Seen the Actor Yet

On the way from the emergency room to the parking lot, Xie Beiwang temporarily had an important call. He gave the task of pushing the wheelchair to Jiang Zicheng's agent, and then walked to the corner to answer the phone by himself.

Taking this opportunity, Brother Hu suddenly lowered his voice and asked Jiang Zicheng: "Zicheng, you tell me the truth, you and Xie are always different..."

Because of the scruples that the twins were present, he only said half of what he said, but only this half was enough for Jiang Zicheng to understand.

Jiang Zicheng hurriedly denied: "Brother Hu, listen to my explanation-we are not, we don't!"

"You really are not, you really are not?"

"We really are not, we really don't!"

He is really not Jiang Zicheng, really not. As for whether Xie Beiwang is and whether there is, it is really hard for him to say.

Brother Hu then heaved a sigh of relief: "That's good. I don't want the fifth artist I brought in my life to quit the entertainment circle at a young age because of unclear involvement with the company boss."

Jiang Zicheng hurriedly vowed: "Brother Hu, don't worry, I am now all about making money, not dating at all. Even if I want to fall in love, Mr. Xie is not the type I like."

Hearing this, Hu continued to ask: "Then what type of man do you like?"

Jiang Zicheng was speechless: "Who said I like men?"

Brother Hu said: "So you are bisexual."

"..." Jiang Zicheng is so wronged, why can't even his agent misunderstand his sexuality, can't he be a simple and ordinary heterosexual?

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Xie Beiwang’s house is indeed very close to the hospital. The car drove quietly on the road for ten minutes, and then drove into the underground garage of a hotel-style apartment.

Xie Beiwang has many houses under his name. This apartment is in the center of the city. He occasionally talks about things nearby. He stays here to rest when it gets late, so there are quite a lot of personal belongings in this house.

Jiang Zicheng was manipulating a wheelchair, sneaking around in the apartment, looking at the art paintings hanging on the wall for a while, and then counting the pairs of leather shoes in the shoe cabinet at the entrance.

Xie Beiwang watched him go around tirelessly like a little bee, and asked him: "What are you looking at? Isn't it tired?"

Of course Jiang Zicheng can't tell the truth: he is afraid that Xie Beiwang just called someone to buy this house, just to trick the innocent little poor artist into the bait! However, it seems that this house is still quite pyrotechnic, and it seems that it is indeed the apartment where Xie Beiwang lived.

This apartment has three bedrooms and two halls. One of the rooms has been transformed into a study, and the other two are bedrooms.

Jiang Zicheng pushed his wheelchair to the door of the second bedroom and pushed aside to see-噫! Why is this bedroom pink? There are countless dolls on the bed and cabinet, and there are Korean Obama posters on the wall. It doesn't look like a scene that would appear in a man's room.

He only listened to Xie Beiwang, who was behind him, said: "I forgot to tell you that every apartment I have in the city has a room for Yingying."

"...You and Miss Xie are really close brothers and sisters." Jiang Zicheng asked with a smirk, "Then where do I live?"

Xie Beiwang slowly walked around in front of him, leaned down, propped both hands on the left and right of the wheelchair, and whispered: "You could think of the answer when you were in Macau, but you can't think of it this time?"

There is only one bedroom and one bed left in the entire apartment, and there is no second option other than sharing the same bed.

The man's tone was like a big bad wolf who abducted prey, and the poor little prey was frantically probing on the edge of the net.

Jiang Zicheng's eyes flew left and right, just refusing to look at the man in front of him: "Um... I guess it was for me to sleep on the sofa?"

"..." Xie Beiwang was taken aback, and silently turned his head to look at the sofa in the living room-the spacious three-seater leather sofa. If you remove the cushions, you can really sleep an adult!

Taking advantage of Xie Beiwang's stunned effort, Jiang Zicheng manipulated the wheelchair, reversed the car in an emergency, and escaped from the man's figure with a squeak. Fortunately, he is a veteran driver. Even if he changes his wheelchair, his driving skills are still so superb!

Xie Beiwang doesn't have a hobby that is difficult for a strong man. Seeing Jiang Zicheng deliberately pretending to be stupid, he will not press on.

Originally, Jiang Zicheng was afraid that men would use power to suppress him, but Xie Beiwang actually turned around and went into the bedroom, took a set of bedding and pillows, and threw it on the sofa.

Then, Xie Beiwang pointed him to the location of the bathroom and told him where there were new towels and dental appliances. During this process, his tone was very plain, so plain that Jiang Zicheng couldn't guess whether he was angry or not.

Jiang Zicheng naturally didn't dare to bother the president to make the bed for him. He jumped out of the wheelchair with one foot, carefully laid the bedding and patted the pillows loosely, and built a comfortable nest for himself.

Jiang Zicheng turned off the headlights in the living room, and rushed into his "silkworm chrysalis".

The experience of the night was ups and downs. He was lying on the bed, recalling the bottle of disinfectant that had come on the face, still feeling frightened, his heart beating nonstop.

He really couldn't sleep, so he turned his phone out to play.

When he usually filmed, his mobile phone had to be in flight mode, but when he turned it on now, countless missed calls and WeChat messages flooded in in an instant.

Jiang Zicheng clicked on it and found that out of more than 50 new messages, more than 30 were sent by An Wen, and the remaining dozen were from other crew members.

what…? strange.

Jiang Zicheng turned up and down several times, and finally determined that he was not mistaken: Zhou Manyu, who was the "root cause" of all this, did not even say a polite remark to Jiang Zicheng!

It stands to reason that Zhou Manyu should express his concern to Jiang Zicheng from any angle when this kind of thing happened. How could he think that Zhou Manyu's EQ was so low that he didn't even know how to do it on the surface.

Jiang Zicheng sighed helplessly, leaving the traffic niche behind his head, and first clicked on another traffic niche's message.

An Wen is really a screen-scrolling madman. In less than three hours from the incident, she has sent six apologies, eight cares, five crying emojis...and, twelve WeChat red envelopes in a row. .

Jiang Zicheng: "..."

Jiang Zicheng quickly replied to her.

It's Jiang Zicheng, not Jiang Chengzi: An Wen, I'm fine, I have already returned from the hospital, the doctor said it was a minor injury, and it will be fine after a while.

Colorful clouds chasing the full moon: [cries loudly]

Caiyun chasing the full moon: [cry] [cry] [cry]

Caiyun chasing the full moon: I'm sorry, Brother Jiang, you have been affected by the matter between Man Yu and I.

It's Jiang Zicheng, not Jiang Chengzi: you don't have to apologize, you are also a victim.

It's Jiang Zicheng, not Jiang Chengzi: I just hurt my foot. If you hurt your face, it's not good.

Even if he said that, An Wen was still very guilty and repeatedly apologized to Jiang Zicheng on WeChat. She also asked where Jiang Zicheng lived. She planned to let another assistant cook pig's trotter soup to his home every day.

Caiyun chasing the full moon: Brother Jiang, don't lie to you, the pig's trotters soup cooked by my assistant is very delicious, nourishing and nutritious. I have been drinking it for half a year, and it has increased by two cups!

Caiyun chasing the full moon: Several gossip media said that I secretly had breast augmentation surgery!

It's Jiangzicheng, not Jiangchengzi: ...? ? ?

It's Jiangzicheng, not Jiangchengzi: So why did you let me drink trotters soup?

Caiyun chasing the full moon: Didn't you hurt your foot, just make up for your shape.

Jiang Zicheng lifted the quilt, tilted his injured foot, and looked left and right. His ankles are red and swollen, and the soles of his feet are more beautiful and white. The fine tendons on the feet are slightly stretched, but the toes are fleshy, and even the nails are neatly trimmed.

The five toes were flexibly separated and brought together, and then separated and brought together again-immediately after that, he used his feet to make a difficult "Korean-style comparison".

No matter how you look at it, it's an immortal jio, which looks like a pig's trotters.

Jiang Zicheng slid his feet back into the bed with satisfaction and continued to chat with An Wen.

The two were just colleagues before, but this accident seemed to connect the aura of the two, making them get acquainted with each other at once. Jiang Zicheng has never dealt with popular traffic before. He didn't expect that the two little flowers and grasses who came into contact this time had completely opposite personalities and attitudes. I don't know how the two of them got together.

Jiang Zicheng wanted to ask An Wen why he likes Zhou Manyu several times. The words came to his lips, thinking about feelings, it is always difficult for outsiders to interrupt, and in the end he swallowed it back.

Because An Wen was going to be filming the next day, she soon said goodnight and was going to get some beauty sleep.

Jiang Zicheng couldn't sleep at all, so he could only toss and turn on the sofa by himself.

Turn left—hey, this sofa is so hard, the buttocks are so broken, and there is nowhere to put the feet.

Turn right-well, the temperature of the central air conditioner in the living room is too low, and the quilt is not thick enough.

The surface of this sofa is made of pure cowhide, thick, cold and hard. Jiang Zicheng lay on it, feeling like a little dragon girl lying on a bed of ice.

Even if there is no chivalrous couple, it would be nice to have a divine carving to warm up his bed.

He was staring in the dark living room, staring at the luminous wall clock on the wall and walking forward every second, seriously suspecting that he was about to lose sleep until the early hours of the morning.

The wound on the foot started to hurt again, and it was unbearable. He wanted to scratch but didn't dare to scratch, worrying about scars. In order to divert his attention, he could only spread the pancakes on the sofa. The front was fried and the back was fried. Every time he turns over, he makes a lot of movement. He is obviously sleeping alone, but he can make the movement of two people.

As a result, he flipped over—with a loud noise, he flipped out of the sofa and rolled to the ground!

He knocked his head dizzy, poor, weak and aggrieved.

In the next second, the originally closed door of the master bedroom opened from the inside, and bright lights spilled out of the bedroom, spreading all the way to the front of Jiang Zicheng.

Jiang Zicheng stretched out on the carpet, blinked, and looked in the direction of the light.

The man with naked torso and pajamas hanging loosely on his hip bone stood in the light and asked in a cold voice, "Jiang Zicheng, I will give you another chance-sleep on the sofa or on the bed?"

Jiang Zicheng: "...Help me up and drive Kunning Palace."

Xie Beiwang: "...you say it again?"

Jiang Zicheng hurriedly put on a flattering smile: "I said: Mr. Xie, please pull me up from the ground, you and I squeeze hard tonight."