There was no sound outside in an instant. It was already dark, and the employees who had worked overtime had also gone back. The office was empty except for the roar of their quarrels. In an instant, only the sound of Situ Shangxuan breathing heavily and the uneasy tugging of his tie were left.
Voice.
He lay on the chair as if he was discouraged. All the data on the screen turned into a white world. The files were white and the screen was white. The series of data gave him a headache and pinched the bridge of his nose.
After sitting for about half an hour, Situ Shangxuan calmed down and looked at the clock on his wrist. The time pointed to half past eight. It was time to pick up Fu Xiaonian. He closed his notebook and pulled the
The key turned off the light and closed the office door.
The rain was pouring down, and the whole city was shrouded in a curtain of rain. Situ Shangxuan drove out of the underground garage and drove towards the concert.
The song was finally finished, and Heechul's back was already sweating. The fans' shouts reached a climax, but cold sweat was dripping down his forehead. After he made a perfect finishing move, the left side of his body with injured ribs
He fell to one side uncontrollably. Fortunately, he stabilized his body in time, but Fu Xiaonian, who was closest to the stage, could see this scene clearly.
After Heechul's performance, Fu Xiaonian, as an outsider, was more anxious than he, the client. Seeing Heechul leave the stage, Fu Xiaonian quickly got out of the audience and turned to the backstage.
But as soon as Fu Xiaonian reached the entrance of the backstage, he was stopped by the staff, "Miss, this is the singer's lounge, not the place you should be!"
Fu Xiaonian danced anxiously, "But, I'm just here to find your singer, bah bah -"
"No, no, I'm here to see Heechul!" Fu Xiaonian quickly corrected him.
"Even Heechul's fans can't just go backstage."
"No, I'm his friend," Fu Xiaonian said righteously.
The staff member's eyes showed disdain, "Nowadays, fans are really becoming more and more powerful. They can fake any identity in order to meet their idols. It's really——" The staff member shook his head.
"Ah ah ah -" Fu Xiaonian was going crazy, "I really know Heechul and I am his friend. If you don't believe me, let me go in to find him. I will definitely let you ask clearly!"
"Didn't I let you in to let you succeed?" The latter lazily raised his eyelids.
Fu Xiaonian was speechless. How could she go in if she didn't do this?
"Miss Fu!?" A confused voice came from the front. Fu Xiaonian saw Heechul's manager Joy as if he was seeing a savior, and waved to him vigorously, "Joy, it's me, it's me,
I was stopped by your staff, I wanted to go in to see Heechul, but this person wouldn't let me in!"
"Let her in, this lady is Heechul's friend!" After Joy explained, Fu Xiaonian finally opened the door to the backstage lounge.
Generally speaking, big-name stars use one lounge, while some small singers share a lounge with several people. But when Fu Xiaonian went in, he didn't find any other singers. Heechul was the only one.
Laixingdian's treatment of Heechul is indeed good.
But when Fu Xiaonian went in, he saw Heechul lying on the sofa in cold sweat, with one hand tightly covering the ribs on his left chest. His expression was quite painful, which shocked Fu Xiaonian.
Then he quickly ran to Heechul's side and asked nervously: "Heechul, how are you?"
"Because of the excessive range of motion, I'm afraid my newly healed ribs will start to hurt again." Agent Joy walked up from behind, also looking worried.
"Since he is in this condition, why does the company still let him hold a concert!?" Fu Xiaonian was angry. Doesn't this mean he doesn't treat people as human beings?
"Hey, Miss Fu, you can't rely on me and the company for this matter," Joy quickly clarified, "This is Heechul's own request."
"Heechul——"
Fu Xiaonian turned around in a daze, looked at Heechul who was sweating in pain at the moment, gave him a forced smile, and touched her face, "Fu Xiaonian, what are you...
.Will come?" He thought she was angry with him and wouldn't come to the concert.
"Idiot, you are such an idiot. How could I not come to your concert? I missed it the first time. How can I miss it the second time?" Fu Xiaonian looked at him and it hurt so much when he touched him.
With a restrained look, he coldly ordered: "Heechul, you must go to the hospital now. You really can't continue like this."
"Then tell me, are you...are you angry with me?" Heechul held Fu Xiaonian's hand, his clear eyes full of pleading.
"No, I'm not angry with you," Fu Xiaonian shook his head and helped Heechul up, "Listen, let's go to the hospital!"
She called to Joy behind her, "Joy, come and help me!"
"Okay, anyway, Heechul has finished singing. Let's take him to the hospital quickly." Fu Xiaonian and Joy struggled to carry Heechul out and put him in the nanny car parked at the door. Fortunately, there were
Under cover, no one saw Heechul.
The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and it is accompanied by the intermittent sound of wind, rustling leaves, and the sound of blowing rain, which makes people feel irritable.
Situ Shangxuan grabbed the steering wheel, and the raindrops outside the car window pattered on the windshield. His mood was as crazy as ever.
Xin Tong's words were like a fuse, completely igniting the last bit of luck in his heart.
He thought that after that incident in Japan, he had forgotten the woman who hurt him. He had begun to accept Fu Xiaonian. He also thought that he loved her and that he really fell in love with this woman.
But Xin Tong was right. Why could he still think of that person when he looked at Xin Tong's face? Why could he think of that person? Why did he think of that person? Situ Shangxuan didn't want to understand, nor did he want to understand.
.
He loved Fu Xiaonian, didn't he? He forgot about Congee, didn't he? Then why exactly, what went wrong, where exactly did it go wrong?
Pressing the accelerator to the maximum, the Spyker C8 drove on the spacious road like a wild tyrannosaurus. The light of the streetlight refracted his eyes, and Situ Shangxuan could not even tell where the road was and where it was.
Yu, everything is messed up, it has always been messed up, this is not the life he wants, but this is the life he lives!
Fu Xiaonian looked at the red light in the emergency room, raised his wrist and looked at his watch. The time had already pointed to eight forty-five. He expected it would be a while before Heechul came out. Thinking about making Situ Shangxuan wait longer, Fu Xiaonian didn't think so.
Without hesitation, he took out his cell phone and dialed Situ Shangxuan's number.