Rebirth of the rich and famous

Chapter 271 The Right Person

"coming……"

Hearing the voice from the door, Will straightened his shirt subconsciously, and when the door opened, he smiled politely, "Hi, I want to see Mr. Liang Weirong."

Hearing a foreigner speak Chinese, Liang Weirong's assistant Xiao Guan was also taken aback, but then he reacted, "Excuse me, which media are you from, sir?"

"Media?" Will raised his eyebrows, and subconsciously looked at the Rolex on his wrist.

Would the little reporter dress like him? !

"Xiao Guan, it's—" Following the voice, a handsome oriental man with sword eyebrows and bright eyes approached.

Even with the eyes of a westerner, he had to admit that this oriental man was very handsome.

"Hi, Mr. Liang, I'm Song Xiaoye's friend."

Will only said a word, and Liang Weirong laughed, "Sorry, my assistant misunderstood, please come in! What's the name? Xiaoye will be with you..."

Turning his gaze, he didn't see the woman who might be hiding and jumping out suddenly to scare him, Liang Weirong was a little surprised, so he didn't finish his sentence.

"Mr. Liang, Xiaoye needs your help. I wonder if you have time?" Without entering the door, Will looked at Liang Weirong, and even thought that if Liang Weirong disagreed, he would leave immediately. Perhaps, it might be better.

"Xiaoye?" Liang Weirong looked at Will with some surprise.

Although the blond-haired young man in front of him didn't declare his family background, judging by his clothes and demeanor, he was not an ordinary person.

Is it Song Xiaoye's friend?Why do you suddenly say that Xiaoye needs help?

Although full of doubts, Liang Weirong did not hesitate too much, "Wait for me a moment, I will change my clothes."

"Brother Rong," Xiao Guan followed behind Liang Weirong, complaining in a low voice: "Brother Rong, don't you still have to meet the producer this afternoon? You leave so suddenly..."

"Call and make another appointment." Liang Weirong replied without hesitation, walked out of the room quickly, glanced at Will, "We can leave now."

Will nodded and turned to lead the way. Although he was silent all the time, he couldn't help but ask when he got on the elevator: "You care about Xiaoye very much? You don't care about delaying business for her?"

Liang Weirong laughed, "The business of friends is business, well, I haven't asked for advice yet..."

"Will Gardner." Stretching out his hand, Will and Liang Weirong shook hands.

"I think Mr. Gardner still has other things to do besides helping Xiaoye find me."

Will was silent for a while, and turned to look at Liang Weirong when he walked out of the hotel gate, "Xiaoye didn't ask me to come to you. I just think that maybe you are both actors, and you may be more helpful to her—— Xiaoye, she is in the hospital now."

"Hospital?" Liang Weirong paused, but followed immediately.

Although there was concern on his face, he didn't follow up and ask what happened...

Waking up faintly, Song Xiaoye blinked, almost thinking that she was hallucinating.

"It's so strange, I shouldn't have dreamed of you even in my dreams!" She murmured in a low voice.

"It's really sad, am I annoying? It's such an attitude..."

A dissatisfied voice came, and Song Xiaoye immediately woke up, "It's really you? Brother Rong!"

Sitting up propped up, Song Xiaoye was extremely surprised, "Why are you here?"

"I think it's here!" Liang Weirong spat, and tucked the pillow behind her back, and said lightly: "I was pointing at you to show my kindness to the landlord and treat me to some delicious food! But with your appearance ..."

He shook his head loudly, and Song Xiaoye laughed, "I'm fine, really, it's just——probably passed out..."

"Well," Liang Weirong nodded, looked at Song Xiaoye and said with a smile: "Didn't you hear what the doctor said? You are allergic to medicines, so you get dizzy and nauseous—but now you're all right, you've had your stomach washed, and you've had an infusion. You'll be out of the hospital in a while."

"Allergy to drugs?" Song Xiaoye raised her eyebrows, "I thought..." Her condition worsened.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, she turned her head, looked at Will who came in with the doctor, and couldn't help laughing, "Will, let me introduce you, I have a friend who came to see me..."

Smiling, Will came over, reached out and touched Song Xiaoye's forehead, and touched his own with the backhand, "Well, it seems that I don't have a fever! Doctor, come and see..."

Song Xiaoye looked at Will's actions, smiled, and turned to the doctor who leaned over to check, "Doctor, am I really allergic to medicine?"

"Well," the doctor looked at her pupils with a flashlight while pinching her eyelids, "Miss, you took too much medicine—did the doctor tell you to take that amount, or did you take it yourself?"

Song Xiaoye licked her lower lip, but did not answer.

Liang Weirong was by the side, keeping a close eye on Song Xiaoye. Although she didn't speak, Liang Weirong already knew the answer to her actions.

Lowering his eyes, he didn't say anything, but he already had a score in his heart.

Before Will was on the road, he had already explained to him what happened.Seeing Song Xiaoye like this now, he understands Song Xiaoye's current state even more.And this state, he has experienced before.

After sending Song Xiaoye home with Will, Liang Weirong was unrestrained, and smiled casually: "Is there any rice in the kitchen? I'm a little hungry—you know, it's hard to even eat a bowl of porridge in the United States."

"I really sympathize with you. You should have called me before you came. Then I might be able to buy cakes and visit you."

Song Xiaoye smiled and pointed to him, "There is rice in the cupboard, um, preserved eggs in the refrigerator—authentic Hong Kong products, if you want to cook seafood porridge, there are only shrimps, ah, I remember there are ribs , or you cook pork ribs porridge! Will, stay and eat porridge, and try Brother Rong's cooking."

She smiled and shouted: "Brother Rong, take the initiative to cook, the craftsmanship should be good?"

"Let's talk after you taste it!" Liang Weirong smiled and turned into the open kitchen without responding.

Will pursed his lips tightly, lowered his eyelids, and didn't look at the kitchen again.

He has been to this apartment many times in the past few days, but he is not as casual as Liang Weirong.

Thinking of this, he felt uncomfortable, "Well, Xiaoye, I won't stay, I'll call you in the evening." Unconsciously glanced at the kitchen, Will didn't go over to say hello again.

Now that he has been found, it would seem petty for him to insist on staying here like this.

When Liang Weirong came out of the kitchen, Will had already left, and Song Xiaoye was curled up on the sofa alone, already a little confused.

Sitting on the carpet, Liang Weirong looked at Song Xiaoye, smiled, casually put away the messy books on the table, turned around, and looked at the messy apartment, he raised his eyebrows, and decided to finish the job and clean it up together up.

When Song Xiaoye woke up, it was already dusk, the lights in the room were not turned on, and the warm halo poured in from the window, scattering a piece of light gold.

For a moment, she didn't remember where she was at home, but she quickly realized it.

"Do you feel satisfied?"

The sound from the terrace made her smile.

"Well, I think if you become a housekeeper, you should get a good monthly salary." She smiled, rubbed her temples, sat up, looked at Liang Weirong who came in from the balcony, and smiled even more.

"It's delicious, um, it should be porridge with preserved egg and lean meat. Let's have a bowl now! I'm really hungry..."

Liang Weirong smiled, and turned back to the kitchen to serve porridge. When he came out, he saw Song Xiaoye pouring pills into his palm.

Frowning, he walked over, put down the tray, and snatched the medicine bottle from Song Xiaoye's hand without saying a word.

"What are you doing?" Song Xiaoye frowned, dissatisfied with Liang Weirong's overbearing.

"It should be asking what you want to do, right? Song Xiaoye, do you want to eat yourself to death? Didn't you hear that the doctor said just now that you took too much medicine?"

Pursing her lips, Song Xiaoye said in a low voice: "I will eat less, um, really, I won't eat more."

Ignoring him, Liang Weirong turned and went into the bathroom.

When Song Xiaoye chased him in, Liang Weirong had already poured the medicine into the toilet, and pressed the flush button without hesitation, as if he didn't hear Song Xiaoye's voice to stop him.

"You don't need to take these medicines."

"Who said I don't need it anymore?" Song Xiaoye screamed at him and beat him directly, "These medicines are very important to me! You don't understand, you don't understand at all..."

"I understand." Grabbing Song Xiaoye's hand, Liang Weirong stared into her eyes, "Depressants—right?"

Because of Liang Weirong's words, Song Xiaoye immediately calmed down, avoiding Liang Weirong's gaze, her nose was a little sour.

"I, I don't want you to know..." She has a psychological problem and needs to take medicine. She is ashamed to talk to others.

Even though she has lived two lifetimes and received lessons from two lifetimes in Europe and the United States, she still has Chinese thoughts in her bones, and she always feels ashamed of being mentally or mentally ill.

Holding Song Xiaoye's chin, Liang Weirong forced her to look up at him, "Xiaoye, do you think I haven't eaten?"

When Song Xiaoye blinked in surprise, he said in a deep voice: "Don't forget, we are all actors, and no one knows better than me what you have experienced—I can tell you that after the filming of "Farewell My Concubine" that year, After that, I saw a psychiatrist for half a year, and I also took these antidepressants—but I finally realized that it is neither the doctor nor these pills that can help you..."

Her mouth moved slightly, Song Xiaoye looked at Liang Weirong, and suddenly she was sweating profusely, grabbing Liang Weirong's arm, she didn't fall to the ground, "Help me, help me—I don't know how to get out... "

Hugging Song Xiaoye tightly, Liang Weirong didn't say anything else, just patted her back lightly, again and again.

Just like that, after crying bitterly, still in the bathroom, Song Xiaoye woke up feeling embarrassed.

Sitting on the sofa, she wiped away the tears on her face, took the bowl handed over by Liang Weirong, and couldn't help asking: "Brother Rong, have you really seen a psychiatrist?"

"Well," Liang Weirong nodded, "Eat it while it's hot, but it can't be hotter, it will ruin the taste if it's hot once, and I should say that my craftsmanship is no good."

Song Xiaoye laughed, holding the bowl, took a spoonful, and put it into her mouth. The warm porridge made people heat up instantly.The hot air and the delicious smell made her unable to hold back her nose.

Liang Weirong acted as if he hadn't seen it, but while eating porridge, he said calmly: "I don't know if you have watched the movie "Farewell My Concubine". To be honest, I am very proud of it and always regard it as my It is a masterpiece, but, to be honest, it was really painful to shoot, and several times, I really wanted to let it go, and I couldn’t continue to shoot..."

　Thanks to all those who supported me, this is the first time I have climbed so far, I am really happy.Although it should only be a flash in the pan, but I am really happy in my heart, dear friends.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)