Play Nice

Chapter 342 342: Children's Day Gifts (One More)
Go back two hours.

Shang Baolan returned home after socializing.

Aunt Ning made her a pot of tea: "Miss Baolan, I have your courier."

Aunt Ning went and fetched the courier.

There is no shipping address or sender written on the package.

Shang Baolan felt suspicious: "Help me take it apart."

Aunt Ning carefully dismantled the courier: "It looks like there are documents inside."

Packed in a file bag.

Shang Baolan put on gloves: "Give it to me."

She tore open the sealed document bag and took out the contents.

There is no signature, and I don't know who sent her a gift. There is a black marker on the seal of the document bag, which reads: Happy Children's Day.

Inside the file bag was a pregnancy test report and a voice recorder.

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The day after Children's Day, Jing Zhao and Shang Ling brought back the imperial capital.

In the morning, Shang Qingdong called.

"Hey."

"Sister," he said, "I found something interesting."

He sent a photo to Shang Lingling, a photo of a paternity test.

In the afternoon, Jing Zhao went to Chen Yedu's studio.

Chen Yedu was in the editing room, lying on the table, motionless, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.

Jing Zhao put the porridge he brought on the table and kicked the chair.

Chen Yedu moved, his head raised, his face as white as a ghost.

"What's the matter with you? The producers have called me."

Chen Yedu looked at his phone, it was out of power, he threw the phone on the table, closed his eyes, and pressed the sides of his head: "Yesterday was not in a good state."

The table is full of coffee and cigarette butts, and a pile of pill boxes.

Jing Zhao glanced at the name of the medicine, and he happened to recognize that it was an analgesic.

Jing Zhao said, "Stop working and rest."

I heard Chen Zhihui say that Chen Yedu has been catching up with the movie schedule day and night recently.

"The movie I'm in is already finishing." He opened a can of coffee and threw the pull tab into the trash, "I left your phone number at the production and promotion side. If you can't get in touch with me one day, you Just do me a favor."

No matter how you look at it, it looks like planning for the funeral.

Jing Zhao took the coffee he was pouring into his mouth and threw it into the trash: "What's the matter with you?"

"Ziheng has been very diligent recently, but each time is very short."

Chen Yedu couldn't open his eyes a little, leaned back in the chair, closed his eyes and didn't speak, it really seemed like he was dead.

His body became more and more disobedient, and his internal organs seemed to be on strike. Sometimes he slept for a day, and sometimes he couldn't sleep for a few days.

He wanted to hurry up and finish what he didn't do before...

Jing Zhao said, "I think you can be greedy."

Chen Yedu knew what he meant by these words. They had been friends for so many years, and they understood some things without saying anything.

"Have Shang Lingling cried in front of you?" he asked Jing Zhao.

"Ah."

"What did you think when she cried?"

Jing Zhao thought about it before answering: "She will give everything she wants."

Chen Yedu opened his eyes and turned over the medicine box, but it was all empty: "Then you should be able to understand me."

What Qin Xiang wanted most should be Zhou Ziheng.

Jing Zhao still has a schedule later, he looked at the time: "I have to go."

"Ah."

Chen Yedu fell down again.

I'm really afraid he will die here.

Jing Zhao sent a message to He Jiang, turned back and kicked the chair: "Get up and drink the porridge."

He doesn't move.

Jing Zhao continued to kick.

He got up, slowed down, opened the takeaway bag, opened the box inside, and poured the individually packed coriander into the porridge.

Chen Yedu does not eat coriander.

"Zhou Ziheng?"

He was stunned for a few seconds, and then his body arched like a shrimp.He held down his temples and uttered a foul language: "Damn, what's wrong with Chen Yedu's neuropathy?"

Every time he wakes up recently, it hurts here or there.

He held his stomach for a few seconds and asked Jing Zhao, "Did you drive here?"

"Ah."

"Lend me the car."

Jing Zhao did not borrow: "You can't drive in your state."

Zhou Ziheng got up and left.

Jing Zhao just followed him out of the editing room, and when he saw him coming back, he said in a rude tone, "Send me to the hospital."

Jing Zhao pushed back the afternoon schedule and drove Zhou Ziheng to the hospital.

Zhou Ziheng was in the back seat. After getting in the car, he lay down for several minutes. He sat up, touched his pocket, and forgot to take his cell phone.

"Jing Zhao." He reached out his hand to Jing Zhao without seeing anything, "Lend me the phone."

Jing Zhao gave him the phone.

He called Qin Xiang.

"Hey."

He sat up, cheered up, and in order not to appear weak, he deliberately raised the tone of his speech: "It's me, arrogant."

"Where are you?"

"I'm in the capital."

After not seeing each other for so long, Qin Xiang didn't cry or make trouble, and asked him calmly, "How is your health?"

Zhou Ziheng felt like he was dying of pain.

"I'm very good."

"I'm fine too, don't worry about me," she said.

Zhou Ziheng held the phone and said silently for a while: "Why don't you ask me when I'm going back?"

"anytime is fine."

Qin Xiang knew that he was not having a good time. She saw a lot of news about the Chen family on the Internet, and knew that he had caught Dalong. Many people were scolding him, and his movies were not going well.

"I paid a year's rent last week, I'm not going anywhere, I'm here."

She's good at waiting, so it doesn't matter if you come to her slowly.

Zhou Ziheng's voice was muffled: "Well."

"You have to take medicine and eat well."

"Ah."

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Zi lay down, his body curled up like a silkworm, he didn't want to talk anymore, and his whole person fell into depression.

Jing Zhao asked, "Why didn't you go to her?"

Zhou Ziheng returned the mobile phone to him. He was in a bad mood, and his temper was also bad: "Don't you want it if you don't win the Puley Photography Award? Don't you want to go to college if you don't?"

Jing Zhao did not answer.

Zhou Ziheng grumbled feebly: "Chen Yedu's mental illness is about to break me down."

Every time it hurts, I change it, and every time I go to Qin Xiang, I change it.

Zhou Ziheng was so in pain that he didn't have the strength to curse: "Damn, I have to take him to see a doctor first."

He gritted his teeth and was so angry: "I owe him in my last life!"

He gritted his teeth, it hurt.

Jing Zhao stepped on the accelerator to overtake: "I won the Puley Photography Award, and I really don't want to go to college."

Zhou Ziheng: "..."

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　　Zhou Ziheng: Why don’t you update 100 million a day?you don't want to?

　　I:……

　　Two after twelve o'clock
　　
　
(End of this chapter)