Chapter 223： : Textile Hospital's affection, Baoyi's ideal progress (one more

The comments below are more frantic.

"No wonder you are climbing so fast, it turns out that there is a gold master."

"Damn, it's really obstetrics and gynecology!"

"This is too far-fetched, can't you pass the obstetrics and gynecology department?"

"In less than three months, from group acting to weaving girl, movie protagonist, big endorsement, and variety show, they are all such top-notch resources. No one believes it."

"Upstairs is the navy hired by the family. Our ideal lady is good at acting, and some people are jealous of her."

"I dare not say about other directors. Director Jiang has always only looked at acting."

"Isn't the hand that appeared on the scene belonged to Director Jiang?!"

"Director Jiang has a girlfriend in black, as well as a little second master. He refuses to tie up and takes him away."

"Going to the hospital means having a baby, eating together means being together, walking one meter away means breaking up, not wearing high heels means getting pregnant, not having a baby for two years means infertility... The entertainment industry is really a magical place."

"From the group acting to the weaving girl, I didn't appear in TV dramas. I just became a big movie star. The span is too big and there must be tricky.

"..."

There were a total of three photos, one of which she was passing by the obstetrics and gynecology department, and the remaining two were of her and Xue Baoyi. Maybe the guy who spread the rumors didn't dare to provoke Xue Baoyi, so he only let him get one hand in the lens.

With just this little thing, the rumors of abortion are out of control. It is obvious that someone is deliberately playing rhythm and splashing dirty water. Also, her resources have been so good recently that she has blocked the way of too many people.

Fang Ideal took the bag and got up: "Xu Fang, I will go back to the company first, and I will see you tomorrow."

"Why?" Xue Baoyi stopped her, "Sit down, what a big deal."

After all, the boss of the entertainment company, at this time, a group of calm.

He dialed Fang's ideal agent directly.

"boss."

He opened his mouth and told people: "How did you lead people? Until now, I haven't said a word. What did the public relations do?"

There are not hundreds of artists in the company, but dozens of them. This kind of rumors are common. The big boss always manages everything. How can he personally come out this time?

Lin Shang tremblingly: "I will withdraw the hot search now."

"You don't need to withdraw, just send the lawyer's letter." Kill a hundred people, see who dares to spread the rumors, and, "Check me carefully, who is splashing dirty water behind."

"Yes, boss."

After Xue Baoyi hung up, Fang Ideal asked, "Do I need to come forward to clarify?"

Xue Baoyi said no: "It's okay to act in your play. You have to show up for such things out of nothing, and you need an agent to do."

"Boss what you said!"

For the first time, Fang Ideal had such a profound realization of "this **** brother turned out to be quite awesome".

Baoguang Media.

After Lin Shang answered Xue Baoyi's call, he put down his phone and sat on the sofa with a cold face: "Should you go to the boss to confess, or let me do it?"

Apart from forest merchants, there are only white pears in the lounge.

Bai Li is a female artist led by Lin Shang for four years. She debuted as a child star, driving high and walking low. After a few years, she is still outside the second line. She has ambitions and acting skills, but she has always been tepid.

This time Fang's ideal scandal was brought out by her. Lin Shang is the ace broker in the circle. How could she not have a lot of brushes? She knew who caused the ghost this morning, but both of them belonged to her. Artist, she doesn't want to make a big mess, she wants to make big things small and small things into small things.

But the big boss got in.

Bai Li also panicked now: "Sister Shang, I know I was wrong, you help me again." She walked over and grabbed Lin Shang's hand, "Help me again, please, Sister Shang."

"How do you ask me to help you?" She was very annoyed, and threw her hand away. "How many times have I told you, don't provoke your ideals, she is the one that the boss wants to praise, and you, you don't listen, you must Ask for trouble."

Just ask for trouble, and use such stupid methods as buying navy and splashing dirty water.

Bai Li was very unwilling, blushing and stern mouth: "How can this be all to blame, you told me before that reality show, and said you let me go." She doesn't care if there is anyone outside, her voice is loud," But when Fang's ideal came, I was squeezed down. Is this fair to me?"

She waited for a year before she looked forward to a reality show. Fang Ideal only signed Baoguang for less than three months before intercepting her resources. How could she not be angry. It just so happened that she saw Fang Ideal in the hospital last night, and she made the next move, trying to discredit Fang Ideal's reputation so that she might have a chance to replace it.

Lin Shang laughed and laughed at her innocently: "The first day you entered this circle? Fair, when did this circle be fair? The rules are like this. You cut off my resources and I cut off her resources. If you have the ability, or your godfather or godmother has the ability, or if you don’t have the ability, you have to be a green leaf and you have to climb slowly. You have been in the business for seven or eight years. I have to teach you this principle?

Bai Li sneered: "Then what is her ideal ability, isn't she just being able to serve people? After serving Dao Jiang, serving the second master, what!"

Lin Shang didn't bother to correct her self-righteousness: "Someone is willing to let her serve. This is also a skill, do you have it?"

She bit her lip and was so angry.

Lin Shang got up and had to deal with Fang's ideals. There was no time to delay with her: "I'll give you one day and find the boss by yourself." She walked to the door and stopped again. After all, she took it for several years. People who don’t have the heart to bear, "A better attitude of admitting mistakes."

The Fifth People's Hospital.

Zhou Xufang ate pork liver in the morning and pork liver at noon. After afternoon tea, it was pork liver.

She now sees that the liver is nauseous, she pushes the bowl away: "I can't eat it anymore."

Jiang Zhi still feeds: "Take ten more bites."

Zhou Xufang didn't want to eat, and threw his head away: "You just said to take another ten bites." Just before, he also said.

Just like a child who refuses to walk, the parents lie to her, saying that they will hold him when they go to the front, and when the child goes to the front, the parents say they have to go to the front again.

Lie!

Jiang Zhi didn't follow her: "You shed so much blood, you have to make it up." He coaxed and promised, "If you don't lie to you this time, I will take another ten bites."

Believe him one last time.

Zhou Xufang opened her mouth and drank a sip of pork liver soup. She counted one sip. She looked bitter as if she was taking poison. She drank the last bite, and then loosened her eyebrows: "Ten bites. "

No wonder Qiao Nanchu's cousin always said that the hardest thing in the world is to coax children to eat.

"If you take ten more bites, I will give you milk in the afternoon." Because she was not well, Jiang Zhi never gave her a drink.

Zhou Xufang annoyed him: "Jiang Zhi, you won't have a girlfriend like this."

Jiang Zhi still laughed.

She snatched the spoon in his hand, scooped a large spoonful of pig liver and fed it into his mouth in anger, "I'm done, no more blood."

The pig liver soup is very light with a little salt. It was made by Ms. Song. Red dates and Chinese medicine are added to enrich the blood. The taste is really hard to say.

Jiang Zhi didn't force her to eat, and put the bowl down: "Who said you are all right?"

Zhou Xufang glanced at the door, it was locked, she pulled off the neckline to show Jiang Zhi's back: "My wound has healed, don't believe me."

He changed the medicine several times, and the little girl was already fat.

Jiang Zhi unbuttoned her two buttons, went to the back and uncovered her gauze. The wound was indeed almost healed. He touched it lightly with his finger: "Scars are left."

A coin-sized scar, not long after the scab fell off, is still pink.

Zhou Xufang said: "It doesn't matter, it will be better later." After her genes were artificially changed, she suffered a lot of injuries, but she never left scars.

On the back, his breath approached, a little hot, sprayed on her skin, itchy.

"Jianzhi."

Jiang Zhi's lips fell.

With cold and hot, Zhou Xufang's back stiffened, and suddenly he thought of a very serious question: "I haven't bathed in two days."

Jiang Zhi: "..."

The interest was ruined by her straight daughter of steel.

He pulled her collar up and buttoned it.

Zhou Xufang said: "I want to be discharged." In the hospital, Jiang Zhi forbids her to go to the ground, forbid her to eat snacks, and even forbid her to read novels and comics, saying that it is not good for wounds, bad for health, right. Bad eyes.

Zhou Xufang didn't think so. She felt that she had recovered and she could blow a cow with one punch.

Jiang Zhi was still worried that she was discharged from the hospital: "Observe for two more days."

"It's all done."

"Why are you in a hurry to leave the hospital?"

Of course she is anxious: "The ice cream at home is going to go bad."

"..."

Jiang Zhi has nothing to say.

Finally, he was harassed by her and went through the discharge procedures.

Just walking out of the surgical building, someone stopped him: "Mr. Jiang Zhi, isn't it?"

It was a man wearing the clothes of a courier. He came over and took a package out of his backpack: "Someone asked me to give this to you."

There was no sender on the courier, so the courier delivered the things to Jiang Zhi and left.

Jiang Zhi first listened to the sound, then opened it, and there was a pile of photos inside.

At this time, his cell phone rang.

It was Luo Qinghe: "Is the thing received?"

Jiang Zhi threw the courier box into the trash can, and the pile of photos turned over in his hand: "It seems that if you don't kill you, you won't stop, right?"