The new job schedule had an immediate effect, and Harakami immediately went back to the life he had when he was making the album "Begin". The planning of concerts, the planning and creation of new singles, and the intense and busy filming of "Fatal Pursuit"

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Hao Yingjun was half lying on the bed, wearing a light green striped hospital gown, with a bandage tied on his forehead, tying up the broken hair on his forehead. The ward was messy and down-to-earth to the point of being cheap, but the warm sunshine shone on him, but

Make him look cleaner and flawless.

"Thank you for your bravery." His eyes were extremely clear, his handsome face seemed to be shining, and his eyes were slightly bent when he smiled, harmlessly like a weak student, "You are such a good person."

Wang Xiaoding had never seen such a person in his life. His eyes were straight when he saw it. He sat beside the hospital bed and was stunned for a while. Then he jumped up and took out an apple from the plastic bag beside the bed with a blushing face: "

I'll wash you some fruit to eat."

Hao Yingjun nodded and gave him a grateful smile. Wang Xiaoding could hardly walk now, so he returned a silly smile and stumbled away.

The figure of the other party disappeared outside the ward. Hao Yingjun's eyes paused for a moment. The upturned corners of his lips instantly relaxed. His slightly curved eyes slowly widened as he smiled. His whole body's temperament was turned upside down at this moment.

The change.

He took out a mobile phone from under the pillow, made a few strokes on the screen with his uninjured hand, and made a call.

"Hello?"

The voice was so cold and emotionless, and his eyes fell into the void, like sharp knives, he asked: "Where is the goods?"

He didn't know what the other end answered, which made him even more angry, and he blurted out: "Trash!!"

These two words were so low and hoarse that they seemed to be squeezed out of the throat, filled with murderous intent. In a multi-person ward, each hospital bed was only separated by a curtain. The nurse was changing the dressing next door. Hearing the words, Hao Yingjun looked over in surprise.

He has an outstanding appearance and has been the focus of conversation among these young nurses since he was admitted to the hospital. In addition, he has a gentle temper and laughs at everyone, which makes him very popular with girls. For this reason, the nurse station secretly scolded the motorcyclist who had hit and run.

How many times have I hurt such a harmless young man and I have the heart to turn a blind eye.

Wang Xiaoding returned to the ward at this time, with a fruit knife in one hand and a wet apple in the other. His rustic and honest face opened up a silly smile the moment he saw Hao Yingjun. Hao Yingjun's eyes were always fixed on the door.

, although he was still talking on the phone at this time, he had already changed back to a smiling expression with great agility.

His temperament changed so quickly that the nurse who was still peeking at him was stunned for a moment, but Wang Xiaoding was still in the dark and stupidly came to the bedside: "Are you on the phone?"

Hao Yingjun smiled, put down his phone without leaving a trace, watched Wang Xiaoding squatting beside the bed peeling fruit for himself, and asked in a warm voice: "Where did the car that hit me go? Do you remember what the car and the driver look like?"

Wang Xiaoding innocently cut the apple into small pieces and put it on the plate, while scratching his head: "He drove towards the north. The speed was so fast that I couldn't see clearly, but the butt of the car was red. Are you really not going to call the police?"

"No." Hao Yingjun said pitifully, "It's just a scratch anyway, forget it."

"Alas! You are a bit too kind-hearted. If you ask me, a scoundrel like that would have to be called... and the police would arrest him, put him in jail, and make him pay. Alas? I remember he even robbed someone.

What’s your bag of stuff?”

The plate was thrust into his hands. Hao Yingjun followed, but he didn't eat. He picked up the fruit knife that Wang Xiaoding had wiped and put on the bedside table, and stroked the blade with his playful fingers.

"I don't have anything." He stared at Wang Xiaoding, his smile not reaching his eyes, but his voice was still gentle: "You must have seen it wrong."

"Really?" Wang Xiaoding scratched the back of his head and laughed, not noticing the dangerous aura on the other side. "I was too anxious at the time, maybe."

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"Card!"

Shang Shu stared at the monitor and applauded: "Very good, good work!"

Hong Bozhan shouted loudly, stepped away from the hospital bed, patted his chest and hid behind the monitor: "I was scared to death. I thought Haragata was going to stab me with a knife. His eyes looked like a psychopath.

Yes, Wang Xiaoding is really fucking stupid, can’t you even see that?”

Yuan Shang got out of bed while cooperating with the makeup artist to remove the bandage. He laughed loudly when he heard the words. The unfathomable dangerous aura immediately overshadowed his sunny temperament. Yu Shuimiao sat next to Shang Shu and saw him laughing.

In this way, their hearts almost melted away, and they all looked proudly at Hong Bozhan: "See, this is talent, and God will reward you with your acting skills."

He took a leave of absence from his own production, and instead came to visit the cast of "Fatal Pursuit". After some exploration, he chatted with Shang Shu. They met each other and pursued the same goals. It was so pleasant to get along with each other. After leaving the set, they were still chatting in the car with unsatisfied emotions.

Li and Yuanshang commented: "Shang Shu is a good and talented person."

"I've staked all my fortune on him. Of course he has to be talented. If this movie doesn't make money, the studio's capital chain will be cut off." Harami answered absentmindedly, and after answering the phone, his tone suddenly became soft and sticky.

: "You're already here? So early? I'm still on the way. You can have something to eat and wait."

He hung up the phone, and before the soft light in his eyes dissipated, he raised his leg and gave Yu Shuimiao a kick: "Dayu, I have to go to the airport. Lao Qin is still waiting. Why don't you go with us and go back to Lanzhou on the way?

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Chapter completed!