Chapter 20 Zuo Ran

Left burning?

Jiang Wuzi had heard this name many times since his rebirth, especially in the comment section of Weibo. Almost all those who scolded him used this name.

"Do we know each other well?"

"you--"

Just as he was about to speak, Hou Siping pushed open the door of the lounge and looked at Jiang Wu, "Have you finished taking the makeup photos?"

Jiang Wu nodded, "Yeah."

Zuo Ran listened to the conversation between the two and had an absurd guess in his mind, "Director Hou, you are not going to let him play Cang Yue, are you?"

Hou Siping nodded, "Yes, he has passed the audition."

"Are you kidding me?" Zuo Ran mocked with a ridiculous look on his face, "Have you ever seen his plays? He is paralyzed on one side, what can he act?"

Hou Siping glanced at him and said, "That's better than a disobedient facial paralysis."

Zhang Xiaoyu burst out laughing.

Zuo Ran's face turned pale and blue. His agent pulled his sleeve and whispered to him to leave. Zuo Ran impatiently shook off her hand, glared at Jiang Wu, and left.

Jiang Wu raised his brows as he looked at the female agent's back as she hurriedly followed.

Hou Siping's voice echoed from behind, "Is there a festival?"

Jiang Wu replied expressionlessly, "I didn't even remember what he looked like before today."

Hou Siping stared at him for two seconds and smiled, "Come in, I have something to tell you."

…

Zuo Ran left the lounge angrily, still feeling unwilling in his heart, "You old man, you have no vision. You actually asked Jiang Wu to act. I think this drama is going to be a disaster!"

"Speak softly, don't let anyone hear you." The female agent next to him frowned and said.

"So what if I heard it?" Although he said so, he did not continue, but asked angrily, "Didn't you say that there was no qualified person among the batch today? How come Jiang Wu suddenly appeared?"

"I asked him. He was late for the audition today. Director Hou didn't want him. But I don't know why he agreed to the role. It might be because of his connections. I heard that someone was secretly pushing the celebrity incident."

Zuo Ran looked unhappy. When he and Jiang Wu participated in the talent show, Jiang Wu was more popular than him. Later, he finally found a way to step on him under his feet, but now he would never let him climb over his head!

He pondered for a moment with a dark face, then opened Weibo and edited a text.

Ricky Zuoran: Although I know that I have to work hard a hundred times to get one or two opportunities, I should at least lose honorably... [sad]

A group of fans soon flooded the comment area to ask what happened. Zuo Ran replied that it was nothing, but he just encountered some setbacks and was in a bad mood. After that, no matter how many fans asked, he did not reply.

"Go back and find a few followers to spread the news that Jiang Wu was late for the audition."

The agent hesitated, "What if the person behind him——"

Zuo Ran said impatiently, "Who could be behind him? If he had someone, would I have played with him like a dog? Just do it. Do you hear me?"

“…I heard it.”

It was already nine o'clock in the evening when Jiang Wucong came out of Canyang Cinema. It was completely dark. He asked Zhang Xiaoyu to go back first, and he took a taxi straight to Hualing Hospital.

It was almost ten o'clock when they arrived at the hospital. The ward had already closed its doors to visitors, and visiting patients in the top-floor ward required the patient's permission. However, Jiang Wulian didn't even have Han Zhong's contact information, so he had to leave.

It was dark outside. Jiang Wu looked up at the top of the hospital building. The lights were still on. Han Zhong must have not slept. He didn't know how serious his injuries were. He fainted in the middle of the treatment and left in a hurry. He didn't have time to confirm how much his wounds had healed.

On the top floor of the ward, Han Zhong was sitting on the bed in grey pajamas, with the collar slightly open at his left shoulder, revealing a small piece of white gauze. His hair, which was usually combed up, now casually fell in front of his forehead, making his stern face look a little gentler.

There was a notebook on the bed, containing all the information about Jiang Wu for the past 25 years, including his high school dropout, poverty, serious illness of his mother, imprisonment of his father, introverted and weak personality, poor athletic ability, and his recent trending searches on the Internet.

"The ancient Greek god who controls wind and rain..." Han Zhong sneered, "Playing tricks."

Yao Ping on the side didn't dare to say anything, but he knew that his boss hated anything that was mysterious and mysterious, and Mr. Jiang had hit the target.

It turned out that Jiang Wu's previous 25 years of life were extremely dull except for the recent suicide incident. Han re-read it for a while and did not find anything wrong, so he put the notebook aside and asked about the investigation of the car accident.

"The police said that there was nothing wrong with the truck driver. He parked the truck there because he needed to go to the toilet. There was nothing unusual about his accounts and relationships."

"Where's Lu Linhe?"

"There is no problem with the financial resources, and the interpersonal relationships have not changed. The police are making slow progress, and they said that they may have to wait until Lu Linhe wakes up to find out why he wanted to assassinate you."

“…”

Han Zhong was silent for a moment and said, "Don't let my parents know about this for now."

"yes."

"Go and have some rest."

Yao Ping nodded, turned and left.

The ward became quiet. Han Zhong looked at Lu Linhe's resume and fell into deep thought. At this time, a breeze blew the curtain by the window, and the sky-blue curtain swayed slightly.

Han Zhong frowned slightly, tilted his head to look at the half-drawn curtain by the window, his eyes became colder, "Come out."

“…”

Han Zhong reached for the fruit knife on the bedside table and slowly got off the bed. "This is the last time I'm saying this, come out!"

There was still no movement in the room. Han Zhong walked to the curtain holding a fruit knife and suddenly opened it. All the muscles in his body were tense and the knife in his hand was raised. However, when he saw the person behind the curtain, his expression relaxed.

"…Why are you here?"

"Let me see your injury." Jiang Wu leaned against the window and looked at him calmly.

Han Zhong frowned, "How did you get in so late?"

Jiang Wu pointed to the wide open window behind him.

“…”

Han Zhong's pupils trembled slightly, he tilted his head to look down, then looked at the innocent-looking young man in front of him.

This is the fucking 16th floor!

"…Is that how you climbed up here?"

"Um."

Han Zhong was speechless, and this kind of speechlessness has appeared frequently recently, from the first time they met at the Golden Land Hotel, to the Champs Elysées Villa, to the scene of the car accident in the morning and the hospital at this moment, the little star in front of him made him speechless and confused.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Jiang Wu took the initiative to ask, "How is your wound?"

"You've recovered pretty well." When Han Zhong mentioned this, he immediately remembered the scene where someone drew his sword without hesitation, and his eyes turned cold. "If it weren't for your help."

Jiang Wu frowned, "I saved you."

Indeed, if he hadn't helped him away from the accident, he might have died, so he nodded and asked, "So how do you want me to thank you?"

Is it money, resources, or both?

“Add me on WeChat.”

“…”