Although he didn't know who this Tingting was, Song Yu could clearly sense the closeness between Li Zhao and this person.
"Hello." The man on the phone screen was sitting in an office chair with curtains drawn behind him. Perhaps the curtains were drawn too tightly, Song Yu felt like she couldn't breathe.
"Hello." His originally casual standing posture was instantly adjusted to the most cautious attitude. He had seen this person before. He had visited the crew not long ago and had a good relationship with Li Zhao.
"My child has a simple personality. I hope..." The man on the phone screen paused for a moment. His eyes did not change at all, but Song Yu inexplicably felt that the other person's eyes saw through everything: "I hope you get along well."
When they met on the set, although Li Zhao, his friend, had never talked to him, the look in his eyes when he looked at him was normal, but today he was obviously murderous.
Thinking of Lu Renjia's revelations on Weibo, Song Yu suddenly understood and did not dare to look Yan Ting in the eye. He put the skewers in his hand on the table and said, "Well, if you have anything to say, I can come and talk to you after the New Year."
He was actually a little afraid of this look.
"It's okay, wait a minute." Li Zhao held the phone in front of him and said to Yan Ting, "My colleague brought some skewers. I'm afraid they'll get cold if left out for too long. I'll call you after I finish eating."
"Yeah." Seeing that Li Zhao's full attention was on eating, Yan Ting nodded slightly.
Li Zhao hung up the video, washed his hands, sat down, and said to Song Yu with a smile: "Barbecue won't taste good if it's cold. Come on, eat it."
There was no need to film tomorrow, so Song Yu also brought two cans of iced beer.
Open the tin foil wrapping the barbecue, and the whole house is filled with the aroma of barbecue. Li Zhao didn't drink the beer. He stood up, took the unfinished bottle of mineral water on the bedside table, put it next to him, and started drinking it happily.
"Don't drink?" Song Yu looked at the beer that was forgotten alone and felt that his heart was like the two cans of beer, cool and refreshing.
"No." Li Zhao shook his head.
Song Yu glanced at Li Zhao, but didn't touch the two bottles of wine or eat the skewers.
"I want to know why you want to help me." Song Yu still remembered the name Li Zhao used when he introduced himself to his friends.
colleague.
Not close, but not too distant either, but that's all.
Li Zhao pointed at the midnight snack in front of him.
"What's the meaning?"
"The midnight snack is real, the milk tea is real, and the cake is real too." Li Zhao touched his stomach and sighed, "You don't know, I was poor and hungry at that time, and I couldn't sleep every night because of hunger. The food you sent was life-saving medicine."
Song Yu: “…”
No, he just wanted to fatten him up.
"You're just being soft-hearted." Li Zhao put the skewers into the garbage bag: "If you give me meat, I'll help you clear the air. There's nothing wrong with that."
Song Yu hesitated to speak, because he really couldn't imagine that in this era, there are still people who are so poor that they can't even afford to eat midnight snacks.
He had lived a life of luxury since childhood and had no worries about being hungry. She was awesome that she could tolerate him for so long just for a few bites of food.
Song Yu knew very well that his temper was not pleasing to others, but he didn't care. Because no matter whether he has a good temper or not, there will always be people around him trying to please him and praise him.
He doesn't care whether these people are sincere or not.
Just like people never guess how cats and dogs view humans.
"You..." Song Yu was at a loss for words, and even felt a little guilty for the first time in his life. Although this guilt was not as great as a strand of hair, for the self-willed Young Master Song, it was a rare sight in a thousand years.
"You don't want to eat?" Li Zhao interrupted Song Yu.
"What are you eating? Do you think I'm like you and don't know how to manage my body?" Song Yu walked out irritably: "Li Zhao, I owe you another favor."
"Didn't we agree that you would pay for my midnight snacks on the set?" Li Zhao looked up at him with a smile: "After we finish filming the show and have midnight snacks, you won't owe me."
Song Yu sneered: "My favor is so cheap?"
"Or you can transfer me 10 million." Li Zhao is a very pragmatic young man.
"Get lost." Song Yu left in anger, carrying two cans of beer that Li Zhao didn't want to drink.
As soon as Song Yu left, Li Zhao quickly connected to the video call with Yan Ting and chatted while eating.
"Has the colleague left?" Yan Ting heard no other sound in the room.
"Let's go." Thinking that he would be going back tomorrow, Li Zhao was in a good mood: "Why are you still working overtime? How about I pick you up from your company tomorrow?"
"Okay." Yan Ting agreed without any hesitation.
"Okay, it's settled." Li Zhao finished eating all the barbecue and tied the bamboo sticks: "Then you should go home and sleep early tonight."
"Yeah." After hanging up the video, Yan Ting dialed the internal line and called in Special Assistant Qin.
"Prepare the car and go back."
"Okay, sir." Assistant Qin was delighted: "Sir, Mr. Li's crew should be on vacation?"
Yan Ting glanced at him and said, "Qin Xiao, when did you become nosy?"
Assistant Qin saw that Yan Ting didn't want to talk about Li Zhao, so he quickly said, "I'm sorry, sir."
Yan Ting ignored him, picked up his coat and walked into the elevator. After the elevator closed, Yan Ting suddenly said, "He's coming back."
Qin Xiao knew who that "he" was without Yan Ting's explanation. He looked at the gentleman's emotionless face and reminded him carefully: "Sir, you have an appointment to meet with Dr. Sun today."
The time that the gentleman had agreed to meet with Dr. Sun was 8 p.m., but now it was already 10 p.m. He didn't know whether the gentleman had really forgotten or was just rejecting the idea of meeting with Dr. Sun.
Yan Ting turned his head and looked at Qin Xiao. Qin Xiao lowered his head and didn't dare to look into his eyes. However, for the sake of Yan Ting's health, he still mustered up the courage to speak: "Sir, the New Year is coming soon."
The elevator slowly descended, and there was no sound in the elevator.
bite.
The elevator beeped and the doors opened. Yan Ting strode to the car, and the bodyguard who had been waiting there opened the door for him.
"gentlemen?"
"Go..." Yan Ting paused. There were some things he didn't want Li Zhao to know.
"Go see Dr. Sun."
Doctor Sun waited for a long time, he thought Yan Ting would not come. When Yan Ting appeared at the door, he was surprised for a moment, but more of a surprise.
But he did not show it. After welcoming Yan Ting in, he was still faced with the patient's long silence.
"Can you tell me what symptoms you have recently experienced?"
Yan Ting's expression was indifferent: "It's still the same."
“How often does it appear?”
Yan Ting was silent.
"Mr. Ting, your symptoms have become more serious." Doctor Sun stopped writing: "I suggest you find a place to recuperate for a while, and try to... avoid contact with other people."
The patient's symptoms become significantly worse, and when an attack occurs, he or she may not be able to distinguish between fantasy and reality, which is not good for the patient or the people around him or her.
"Are you implying that I'm a lunatic?" Yan Ting looked at Mr. Sun.
"No, you're healthy." Mr. Sun shook his head gently, "It's just that your brain has caught a cold. As long as you cooperate with the treatment, you will recover soon. Please don't feel psychologically stressed."
In order to divert Yan Ting's emotions, Dr. Sun took the initiative to mention a friend he had recently made: "I recently watched a TV series starring Mr. Li and found that he is a very interesting person. Can you tell me about him?"
As soon as he said this, he noticed that the patient's eyes changed and became aggressive. Although the other party hid it very well, as a professional doctor, he was able to discern the patient's emotions.
He felt vaguely uneasy. The patient's symptoms... became complicated. Although he had emotions, they were only directed at one person, and they were in a paranoid and possessive state.
If this continues, something might happen.
"Of course, if you don't want to talk, that's fine." Not wanting the patient to regard him as an enemy, Dr. Sun smiled and changed the subject: "If you don't want to talk, I'll sit here with you for a while."
"He's fine." Yan Ting looked at Dr. Sun and said word by word: "Very good."
"Of course, because you are his friend."
"No." Yan Ting's thick and long eyelashes cast a large shadow under his eyes: "I am his best friend."
Doctor Sun's hand holding the case trembled slightly, and he smiled and waited for Yan Ting to continue speaking.
But Yan Ting no longer wanted to communicate with him until a voice came from his cell phone. Originally, you shouldn't bring a cell phone into this house, but Yan Ting is different from others. In a sense, he is already successful because he can step through this door.
With such high fees, Dr. Sun's medical ethics do not allow him to be irresponsible to his patients.
He guessed that this text message should have been sent by the good friend named Li Zhao, because after reading the message, all the hidden aggressiveness in Mr. Ting was hidden.
Yan Ting stood up: "I should go back and say good night to him."
"Mr. Ting." Doctor Sun called Yan Ting: "If you need anything, please call me immediately. My phone is on 24 hours a day."
Yan Ting didn't say anything.
"Then, I wish you and Mr. Li Zhao a happy new year."
"Thank you." Yan Ting nodded slightly, picked up the coat beside him, and strode out.
After Yan Ting left, Dr. Sun called Qin Xiao.
"Mr. Qin, Mr. Ting's condition has become more complicated." Doctor Sun sighed: "He is in an attacking state mentally."
"How could this happen?" Qin Xiao asked anxiously, "Didn't you say that Mr.'s mental state has always been stable?"
"Something external stimulated him." Doctor Sun explained: "Mr. Ting is very defensive, so I can't perform hypnosis on him. Mr. Ting finally had an emotional response to the external environment, but his emotions were pathological and distorted. I am very worried about Mr. Li's safety."
"Don't worry, I will pay close attention to Mr.'s condition." Qin Xiao comforted himself: "Maybe Li Zhao will always be with Mr. and make him get better and better, right?"
"I hope so." Dr. Sun hung up the phone and sighed.
But how could a young man in the entertainment industry stay with a same-sex friend for a long time?
People change with age and environment.
"These are yours." Li Zhao distributed the New Year gifts to Zhang Xiaoyuan and stuffed the rest back into the box. "These are for the other people in the studio. Brother Xiaoyuan, help me share some of them."
Zhang Xiaoyuan glanced at the box full of gifts, and felt a sense of sadness as if his son had finally run off with someone else, leaving the elderly alone in an empty house: "What about this?"
He pointed to a small box nearby.
"This is for my family." Li Zhao held the box on his knees.
"I'm not competing with you for it." Zhang Xiaoyuan opened the gift bag that Li Zhao had given him. Most of the things in it were suitable for the elderly. It was obvious at a glance that they were specially prepared for his parents.
"Zhao Zhao, thank you." Zhang Xiaoyuan didn't bother to be polite with Li Zhao: "Come to my house when you have time after the New Year. My parents talk about you so much that my ears are callused."
"Come after the second day of the New Year." Li Zhao smiled and nodded in agreement.
"Zhao, are you really going to spend the day with Yan Ting?" Zhang Xiaoyuan was a little worried: "Why don't you go to my house?"
“No, no.” Li Zhao shook his head repeatedly, put on his hat and mask, and got out of the car with the box in his arms: “I’ve already made an appointment with Tingting. It’s almost six o’clock in the afternoon. I’ll go pick him up after get off work.”
"You're picking someone up from get off work. If you don't know, you might think you have a girlfriend named Tingting." Zhang Xiaoyuan threw the scarf on the passenger seat to Li Zhao: "Be careful on the road, don't let anyone recognize you."
"Okay." The car that Li Zhao ordered online arrived. He waved to Zhang Xiaoyuan and got into the car.
"Sir?" Qin Xiao discovered that the document in Yan Ting's hand had been open for a long time.
Yan Ting glanced at him, folded the document and handed it to him.
"Sir, has something happened?" Qin Xiao asked cautiously.
"No." Yan Ting slowly tightened the cap of the pen: "My child is coming to pick me up from get off work."
At this moment, Qin Xiao saw the emotions of an ordinary person in Yan Ting.
It is an emotion that is both satisfying and ostentatious.
For a moment, he didn't know whether to be happy or sad.
The author has something to say: At the entrance of the kindergarten, Ting baby put on his small schoolbag and stood there.
He proudly told his classmates: "Today, someone came to pick me up again."
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