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"Rong Rong, have you read it?" Su Li said happily, "Director Xu is still very optimistic about you. When he heard that you were injured, he had someone change the script. You still refuse to act, don't you feel a little sorry for me? ?”

"There are so many actors who want to act. If I don't go, there will naturally be someone more suitable. I haven't gotten the money yet, so I have nothing to say sorry to him." Shi Rong said.

"Then, shall we go?"

"go."

"Hey, it's done!" Su Li clapped her hands, "We'll join the group after Good Voice finishes things here in a few days."

"How many days will it take? Do you think I won't be able to survive the second round?" Shi Rong raised his eyebrows, "Xiao Lizi, as an agent, do you have such low opinion of your artist's ability?"

"How is that possible? In my heart, Su Li, Rong Rong is an artist in film, television, singing, and can do anything..."

"Don't flatter me, just leave it like that. I'm sleepy. Good night."

Su Li glanced at the wall subconsciously.

It was only 09:30 and she was going to bed.

As a modern person, this makes Su Li incomprehensible.

Isn’t mobile phone fun, or is late night snacking not delicious?

Why can she insist on going to bed before ten o'clock?

However, in fact, Shi Rong did not fall asleep on time before ten o'clock.

She left a night light on, closed her phone, covered herself with a quilt, and adjusted the air conditioner to the most comfortable temperature.

It was raining outside.

The pattering autumn rain beat on the glass.

Shi Rong opened her eyes and looked at the dark sky outside the window. She thought of Huo Yijun for a while, and then thought of the car accident.

Will Huo Yijun feel lonely if he stays alone in the ward?

Why did Shi Yuanyu insist on putting her to death?

At this time, there was a gentle knock on the door.

"Sister Juan, I have gone to bed, there is no need to bring milk." She thought it was a maid.The door was pushed open.

A tall figure stood at the door: "Rong Rong, it's me."

Shi Rong sat up suddenly, ran out of bed barefoot, ran to him, stared at him for a moment, and hugged him: "Huo Yijun, why...why did you sneak back?"

"I got the doctor's approval."

Huo Yijun gently held her waist, "I'm still a little weak now and can't carry you to the bed. Why don't you put on a pair of slippers so you don't catch a cold."

There was a thick blanket on the floor.

There's no way it's going to be cold.

But Shi Rong immediately remembered his physical condition, quickly helped him sit by the bed, arranged for him to lie on the bed, and then began to question: "Which doctor is so irresponsible and lets a hospitalized patient go home casually? "

"Dean Leng."

"Fourth brother?"

"He told me that this was just a minimally invasive surgery, so I didn't need to be too nervous because it was on the brain." Huo Yijun's voice softened, "However, he specifically told me that it's okay to go home, but not to do any strenuous exercise."

Shi Rong blushed: "Why are there such crooked doctors?"

Huo Yijun laughed a few times, his head hurt from the shock, and he quickly stopped: "I have to go back to the hospital after dawn, and I need to have infusions, blood draws, CT scans and other follow-up examinations."

"I will accompany you back to the hospital tomorrow."

Shi Rong also lay on the bed and leaned against him, feeling the warmth coming from his body and feeling warm in her heart.

Even Qiu Yu seemed less deserted.

She didn't ask him why he suddenly came back from the hospital in the middle of the night.

She knew that he was for her.

"Don't be so disobedient next time. Take a good rest in the hospital." Shi Rong whispered.

"I just... suddenly missed you so much, wanted to see you and be by your side." Huo Yijun said.