"Seriously, your eyes are so red, are you okay?" Wang Juanjuan finally didn't have her assistant by her side, so she was able to eat and have fun.

"It's okay... I guess it's because I filmed too much today and my eyes are not used to staring at the script and the camera." Li Chuan found such an excuse and got up.

"What's that? I really don't have much appetite. It wouldn't be good for us to have dinner together in the evening. Let's go first."

Wang Juanjuan raised her head and said: "Don't tell my assistant, you know."

"I know, I'll cooperate with you." Li Xun waved his hand at her.

But when I walked out of the restaurant door, I couldn't walk. I sat aside, covering my heart tightly, curling my lips and laughing at myself.

"Is this heartache?"

But now that I know it, I don’t need to think about how to act in this aspect in future filming, I should be good at it.

Cut off your thoughts about intoxication.

On the seaside on the outskirts of the city, there are still a few sparse people at night. They sit drunkenly on a big rock, holding their hands on their bent knees.

Very sad, very sad.

He knows that crying is girly, so he tries not to cry too loudly. At least others don't know he is so weak.

"Severe punishment, you bastard!"

"How dare you make me sad."

"I hate you."

In the end I was disappointed.

He was drunkenly blowing the sea breeze until midnight. He noticed that his voice was getting hoarse, his nose was getting more and more stuffy, and there were fewer and fewer people on the beach. When the surroundings were gloomy, he realized that something was wrong.

When he stood up, his whole body felt stiff and he couldn't stand firmly, so he fell straight down again. Unluckily enough, he hit the stone he was sitting on just now and fainted.

In Shen Zui's last consciousness, he warned his future self: Don't sit on rocks, they... will take revenge...

When I woke up again, my throat felt like it was on fire, and I was extremely thirsty.

"Water..." he struggled.

Someone immediately helped him up and put a cup on his lips. Shen Ji held the cup in his hands. His eyes had not yet completely recovered and he drank eagerly.

"Brother Shen, slow down, there is still plenty of water. If you don't have enough, I will boil it for you again." It was Luo Miao's voice.

After being drunk and full, my eyes could see clearly. I had some questions: "I seem to have fainted when I hit a stone?"

When he touched it with his hand, he found a big bump on the back of his head. When he touched it, it hurt him to death.

"Stop touching it, it won't hurt you to death." Luo Miao sat aside, holding the fruit, "Brother Shen, do you want to eat an apple?"

Shen Jue looked at him suspiciously, "You know how to peel?"

"Hey, I'm famous as an expert in peeling apples... one of them, okay?"

Shen Jun smiled, "Then you can peel it, make it look nice, otherwise I won't eat it."

"I, Luo Miao, accept this challenge."

Shen Jiui slowly lay back on the hospital bed. He had to do it slowly, or the back of his head hurt.

"How did you...how did I..."

Luo Miao explained: "Someone happened to you early in the morning. You passed out at the beach. The fever was so severe that you sent you to the hospital. Call the person you contacted recently and call for severe punishment..."

"Then severe punishment...why didn't you come?" Shen Zui's voice was still hoarse, which just covered up the crying tone in his voice.

Luo Miao cut the apple into pieces, "I answered the call. He was filming. I heard you were sick. I was so anxious that I forgot to tell him for a while, so I rushed here."

Speaking of this, Luo Miao clapped her thigh and said, "I remember the assistant director's phone number. I'll call him and ask him to tell me about the severe punishment."
Chapter completed!