The crew of "Watching the Sea Tide".

In the dressing room, He Jiang closed her eyes and asked the makeup artist to touch up her makeup. Her thin lips were pursed, her face was expressionless.

"Zhang Yaoyao, let's just change his name to Zhang Rumor. It's polite to put on a dress for the girl when she goes out of the water, and she sent you two announcements to hype it up."

The agent Lin Lin is in charge of the large and small affairs of He Jiang's studio. She doesn't often follow the group now, but He Jiang went into the water to shoot at the beach this time, and the waves came calling. It was no joke. She was worried and followed the group in person.

Lin Lin looked at He Jiang: "Is this also treated coldly?"

"Anyway." He Jiang didn't raise his eyes, and when he slid the phone away, the announcement also jumped out. There was two more chills in his eyes, and when he raised his eyes, it was like a meeting of sword light and sword shadow, but he didn't say anything.

Seeing this, the new male assistant Xiao Bei said to another female assistant Cai Minmin with emotion: "I think our boss has a good temper."

Being pulled to rub against the heat of the hype, didn't see any anger. Before joining the job, Sister Lin specially emphasized that He Jiang had a bad temper, and he just needed to keep quiet when he lost his temper.

Cai Minmin sighed: "It wasn't like this before."

He Jiang used to pay attention to innocence. Any signs of gossip and hype are dead in the cradle. A major task of their studio is to keep an eye on the actresses not to be demons.

Later, for some reason, He Jiang didn't care about these things. The actress sent a press release or something.

It's too exaggerated, with Sister Lin staring at it, no one else dares.

On one occasion, the marketing account spread He Jiang and a female singer with nose and eyes, and also posted the same frame photo of entering and leaving the community. Before Sister Lin got angry, He Jiang herself directly posted a message on Weibo, "Waiting for the court summons." ."

In less than two hours, the marketing account recorded an apology video, crying bitterly that he was obsessed with money.

The phone screen went off for a second and then turned on again, receiving a multimedia message and a text message respectively.

He Jiang looked at the words "husband" and "hospital" in the text message, frowned, and her first reaction was that she sent it wrong.

He picked up the phone and was about to reply "You sent it wrong", when the screen fingerprint was unlocked, a high-definition selfie jumped out.

In the photo, the young man's head is wrapped in gauze, his eyebrows are drooping, he is pitiful, his black eyes are watery, and he looks at the camera like a homeless dog.

Business scene!

He Jiang's casual eyes suddenly sharpened, as if a cheetah had sighted its prey, his muscles tensed up and his face was like a storm coming that he didn't even realize.

The edges of the fingers holding the phone turned white, and He Jiang tried her best to calm herself down.

Just kidding.

Just ignore him and lose.

Shang Jing called his husband? The sun came out from the west.

The gauze in the photo stung He Jiang's eyes. He stiffened like a sculpture for three seconds before replying coldly, "What trick are you playing again?"

Injured, know to find him? What are you looking for him for? Even if he was by the sea now, he couldn't care about the business on the other side of the Pacific Ocean.

Stupid things that cross the ocean, do it once is enough.

"I'm playing tricks??"

Shang Jing looked at this ruthless reply in disbelief. In his diary, he never played the drama of crying, making trouble, and hanging himself. How could he be so maliciously speculated if he was innocent and had no criminal record?

I'm so mad at him, if break head like a fake, can this still be a trick?

He must have been blind to marry such a big idiot! ! !

Shang Jing was so angry that he almost wanted to call and yell at him, but fortunately, the million-dollar medical expenses stopped him.

He was reluctant that the child could not be trapped in the wolf. In order to show that he was really injured, he carefully removed a bit of the gauze, revealing the blood-stained part, which made him grin in pain.

Take a picture, send it.

Feeling not enough, he calmly sent the blood-stained white sneakers together.

This hatred he remembered.

Must report.

In the dressing room, after He Jiang replied, he didn't feel bad, and his fingers automatically zoomed in on the photo. When he realized that he actually wanted to see a recent photo of the business scene, he felt depressed again.

After repeating it twice, He Jiang was suddenly attracted by the metal logo on the bed rail behind Shang Jing.

He quickly zoomed in on the photo, and the text on it was horizontal and vertical, and it could be seen that it was Chinese characters if it was blurred.

This means that the business scene is now in the domestic hospital!

Shang Jing, he... has returned to China.

At the same time, two clearer photos of the injury came, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on He Jiang's back.

He immediately replied: "Where?"

Shangjing just asked about the location of the hospital: "The Second People's Hospital of S City."

The Second People's Hospital is about half an hour's drive from the studio.

He Jiang grabbed the phone and car keys, and stood up suddenly: "I'll take a leave of absence to go out for an hour."

"The director is not allowed to ask for leave."

"That counts as my absenteeism."

"Hey you—"

Lin Lin also saw the news that started with "Husband", and she instantly thought of the assistant who was fired because he found out that he was selling He Jiang's private phone information to fans.

But later, no one harassed He Jiang because of this, and He Jiang also thought it was troublesome to change the number, so he didn't have to deal with it.

Lin Lin quickly followed He Jiang: "Where are you going, did a fan send you a message just now? I'll handle it."

"Not a fan." He Jiang opened the Porsche door, "I went to the hospital to pick up someone, and I have... a friend."

Lin Lin held down He Jiang's car door: "Sit in my car. You look like you don't know, you think your wife is going to give birth in the hospital."

He Jiang remembered the phrase "husband" in the text message, and was silent for a while. After a while, he dialed a number, "Secretary Sun, help me check a person's entry information."

Ten minutes later, Secretary Sun sent a message: "Shangjing, I came to China from the United States three days ago, and entered the city of S."

He Jiang closed his eyes and returned to China for three days.

If there was no car accident, would he not have been contacted at all?

No one takes care of you in a car accident, you know how to call your husband?

Is he rare?

On the way to the hospital, He Jiang learned about the serious car accident this morning. Judging from the uncoded pictures of the scene where netizens were posting everywhere, Shang Jing was lucky enough to be able to contact his "ex-boyfriend" soberly. .

He Jiang pressed his temples, almost three years had passed.

After ten minutes of driving, He Jiang calmed down a little.

As long as Shangjing sells pitifully, he will slam into the south wall with blood, which is too embarrassing.

"I'm not going." He Jiang said coldly.

Lin Lin glanced at He Jiang's stern expression in the rearview mirror.

When the wheel hit the dotted line, there was a sudden voice: "Why are you turning around?"

Lin Lin: "???"

Feelings, the sentence you just said is still in the stage of inner game.

He Jiang clenched her phone tightly, and there was still a photo of Shang Jing on the screen.

He stared at Shang Jing's wound for a while, his eyes darkening slightly.

Is it because he let go too easily three years ago, giving Shang Jing the illusion that he is coming and going?

He Jiang pressed the phone screen off and closed his eyes.

If it was delivered to your door, then don't blame him for letting it go by your side.

The vehicle drove into the underground parking lot. He Jiang put on his mask and cap, and pressed the elevator on the first floor.

The hospital was full of doctors and nurses wearing masks and worried patients. He Jiang's dress was not special, and he soon asked where the victims of the car accident were placed.

Amid the noise, He Jiang's gaze pinpointed on the simple hospital bed in the corner against the wall.

Shang Jing sat on his knees, the bloated gauze made his fair face even smaller, his thin chin rested on his knees, his eyes blinked, his long black eyelashes covered his eyes, he didn't know what he was thinking. The white insteps stepped on the dark blue sheets, as fragile as white porcelain.

Several hours have passed since the car accident, and everyone has contacted their family members to escort them. Only Shang Jing is still sitting alone, out of tune with the surrounding noise.

He Jiang pinched the bridge of his nose, and while reminding himself that the business puppy was not worth the pain, he strode over.

"Not yet?" The enthusiastic uncle next door couldn't stand it any longer. "How many phone calls do you have for your parents? Let me call you. Why are you so busy with your work? It doesn't matter if your son has a car accident."

The uncle is sure that Shangjing High School has not graduated yet and is still a child.

Shang Jing paused, the uncle's words hit the most secret sad thing in his heart, he sniffed: "He should be coming soon."

Is He Jiang coming soon?

Shang Jing is also not sure, after all, he hasn't torn his face yet and made "I'll contact the reporter immediately if you don't come".

"Stinky bastard."

"Who are you scolding?"

The lowered voice is three-point magnetic and seven-point mocking, which makes people tremble.

Shang Jing's ears moved, and he raised his head abruptly to meet He Jiang's eyes.

Although the other party only showed a pair of eyes, Shang Jing recognized him as He Jiang himself at the first time!

In an instant, the lingering sense of disorientation receded like a tide, and the dazedness and loneliness of being in the hospital disappeared as soon as he woke up. A strange sense of trust hit Shang Jing, making his heart beat faster. .

No, the forgotten dog-licking attribute ran out to make trouble!

Shang Jing was stunned, trying to suppress the embarrassing conditioned reflex, suspecting that he was being tricked.

How can you feel safe from a scumbag? ! You deserve to be scum!

With He Jiang's alms-like shit attitude, isn't it worth a beating?

"Um—what are you doing?!"

His ankle was suddenly pinched, and Shang Jing widened his eyes in shock.

"No injuries?" He Jiang pinched both of his feet and looked at them. Except for a little bruise on the instep, there was no bleeding. Obviously, the blood on those sneakers did not belong to the business scene.

"Deliberately shoot sneakers and sell badly?"

"I didn't say it was my blood." Shang Jing said stubbornly and took out his ID card, "Here, help me get discharged from the hospital."

After he finished speaking, he confidently and cautiously observed He Jiang's expression. He didn't know if he should pay for the discharge from the hospital, and if so, would He Jiang help him pay.

How could He Jiang know the twists and turns of his ex-boyfriend's brain circuit, he handed his ID card to Sister Lin, who came a little slower, "Let him be discharged from the hospital."

Sister Lin couldn't close her mouth when she saw Shang Jing.

Isn't this He Jiang's little boyfriend?

Three years ago, He Jiang flew to the United States in a hurry. The two of them didn't know what happened, and He Jiang blew it when he came back. The violent temper that had been restrained from falling in love suddenly intensified. During that time, no one looked good.

Although the past two years have been slightly better, Lin Lin always felt that He Jiang buried an active volcano in her heart.

Lin Lin gasped, her little boyfriend was about to lift the lid of the volcano.

As an agent who has experienced strong winds and waves, Lin Lin maintained her due literacy and took over the ID card of Shangjing, leaving space for the two of them.

Lin Lin has always had no right to intervene in He Jiang's emotional affairs, just like when He Jiang suddenly fell in love with Shang Jing in three years, Lin Lin was only at the level of understanding that he had seen a photo once.

Shang Jing's eyes followed Sister Lin's figure, and he was relieved when he saw that she showed no sign of turning back.

He suddenly realized that this young and beautiful lady might be the "Aunt Lin" mentioned in the diary.

Uh...was he so rude before?

How can you call a lady like that?

Love can really deceive a dog's conscience, Shang Jing felt guilty and decided to replace the title in the diary with one click when he had time.

He Jiang looked coldly at Shang Jing's little act of peeking at his agent. He just wanted to solve this little trouble quickly so that his IQ would not be affected: "Where do you live, I'll take you back."

Shang Jing was stunned for a moment before he realized that although they were legally married, He Jiang only contacted him once in a while, of course they didn't live together.

He Yingdi is rich and powerful, and has a lot of real estate under his name. He must not remember which house his hidden wife lives in.

What's more, he may have rented a house by himself, not He Jiang's house at all. In this city of S, where every inch of land is so expensive, he had no job and had to pay the rent, so there were only a few hundred bucks left in his card!

He was injured, and there is no time to go to work and earn rent in a short time.

Shang Jing said aggrievedly: "I am injured, of course I want to live with you."

If you don't live together, how can you double the shame of licking the dog?

As if he didn't know Shang Jing anymore, He Jiang looked him up and down: "You think it's beautiful."

Shang Jing pursed his mouth: "husband—"

Damn scumbag! actually want him to fend for himself! He must get a divorce and get the real estate of the scumbag!

Looking at Shang Jing, He Jiang suddenly thought of the small expression in the text message, and frowned, "Are you stupid?"

Shang Jing lowered his eyes, it seemed that he was so humble that he didn't dare to ask He Jiang to live together, but he just crossed the line a little bit, and He Jiang had doubts.

He Jiang is too refined, he can't reveal his secrets.

Shang Jing put on a look of fragility for the rest of his life, slowly, the tip of his nose turned red, and he stared at He Jiang without blinking.

Looking at Shang Jing's appearance, He Jiang thought to himself, where is he being stupid? He used to coax him for a long time and wouldn't say a word, but now he's just saying it, thinking he's eating this set?

Do not eat!

Shang Jing got up on his knees and grabbed He Jiang's sleeve, afraid that he would run away.

He Jiang freed his wrist: "It's useless to call my husband."

Shang Jing frowned.

bang——

Suddenly, a slap slapped He Jiang on the back, accompanied by the uncle's angry rebuke: "Will you feel sorry for your wife! You are the scum among the men in our s city!"

He Jiang: "..."

Shang Jing raised his eyebrows slightly, tsk tsk, this iron fist of justice.

He continued to pretend to be pitiful: "husband—"

Seeing that the people around him began to notice this, He Jiang suppressed his anger and said, "Shut up and follow."

He pressed his hat and turned to leave, but his sleeves were still being pulled.

He turned around impatiently and looked down at the business scene, with a bad tone: "Is there anything else?"

Shang Jing: "The shoes are dirty."

He Jiang's eyes fell on his white and tender toes, and after a pause, he squatted down in front of the hospital bed with a hostile expression: "Hurry up."