On the other side, Ye Wangchuan watched the girl's back disappear, the door to his room was slammed shut, and his thin lips curved into a dumb smile.
At this moment, his cell phone on the table rang.
Ye Wangchuan noticed the mineral water bottle that Qiao Nian had left on the coffee table, which he had only taken a sip from. His eyes narrowed, he bent down to pick up the mobile phone he had thrown on the sofa, and looked down.
[Qin Si: Master Wan, have you and Sister Qiao finished your work? We are going out to eat. Zhang Yang has a friend who opened a restaurant and it is said to be delicious. Do you want to come together? 】
Ye Wangchuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he leaned on the sofa, his slender legs crossed, and he typed on his cell phone with his white hands.
【Y: Not available.】
[Qin Si: Have you not finished taking a shower? 】
[Qin Si: Sister Qiao didn’t reply to my messages either. 】
Ye Wangchuan put his hand on his mobile phone and raised the corners of his mouth with a lazy expression. He had no intention of replying him right away. He looked through other messages and took a photo of the water on the coffee table and sent it to the girl with a black avatar.
Five minutes later, his phone vibrated again.
This time it's news from Qin Si.
Qiao Nian's profile picture was as quiet as a chicken, as if she hadn't seen the message he sent. There was no movement at all.
This kind of attitude of pretending to be dead is... quite attractive.
The smile on Ye Wangchuan's lips became more obvious. He propped up his arms and held his mobile phone in one hand to open another WeChat message sent by Qin Si.
[Qin Si: Sorry, I was sloppy!]
It was followed by a dog head emoticon.
...The dog's head is also wearing a colorful wig, and there are some shining golden words next to it.
‘The clown is myself’!
*
"How are you, doctor? How is the condition of my artist?"
In a hospital in Beijing, Jiang Li's manager was quickly following the doctor who came out of the ward, with an anxious look on his face.
He only got the news half an hour after Jiang Li's accident and hurried over from the company.
When he arrived, Jiang Li had already been sent to the operating room for rescue.
Fortunately, the operation didn't last long, and the patient was quickly pushed out and sent to the ward.
The person in charge of Jiang Li is a middle-aged male doctor. He looks a little slovenly in a white coat with a slightly fat figure, but his attitude is that of a good doctor who is dedicated to his job.
He was followed by Yang Cheng all the way, and he was not angry. He took the time to read the patient's examination report, took out a ballpoint pen from his chest pocket, scratched a line on the report, and signed his name. Then he took the time to look at the agent,
Said: "Are you a patient?"
At his age, he rarely cares about gossip in the entertainment industry. He is either on the way to surgery or on his way to surgery every day, and he doesn't know many celebrities in the entertainment industry.
It's not surprising that he didn't recognize that the emergency patient he took over was a top star in the current entertainment industry.
"I'm his agent."
"Agent?" The male doctor was stunned for a moment, looking him up and down, as if he still hadn't realized the relationship between the patient and the person in front of him.
Jiang Li's manager reacted very quickly and immediately changed his words: "...I am his colleague."
"Doctor, how is Jiang Li's physical condition?"
The agent was particularly anxious.
The middle-aged male doctor probably realized that he had picked up a celebrity, but he didn't react much. He said calmly and simply said: "He broke three ribs on his right side, suffered a certain degree of soft tissue contusion all over his body, and strained the bone ligaments of his left wrist.
…There’s nothing else, the situation is relatively optimistic.”
When the agent heard him say a series of professional terms, he only grasped the last tail and relaxed a little: "As long as everything is fine."