Rebirth of the famous family in the entertainment industry

Chapter 224 Do you want to love me to death (5)
"Huh?" Jiang Yuan tapped the keyboard without raising his head.

"You, that student..." Zhuo Hang's voice stammered.

"Which one?" Jiang Yuan was still typing on the keyboard with his fingers flying, and raised his eyebrows, "Cheng Siqi?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Zhuo Hang turned the chair around and looked in his direction, "It is said that a cat scratched his neck while filming, but I don't know if it is serious or not."

"Cat?" Jiang Yuan stopped typing on the keyboard.

"That's right. They said they were filming some TV series in the sports institute, and a black cat scratched their neck," Zhuo Hang frowned and clicked his tongue twice, "It's really unlucky, it hurts even thinking about it."

Zhuo Hang stretched out his hand to touch his neck: "Her super handsome husband seems to be there too. He said he was outraged in public, so he hugged her and left."

"It hurts her a lot." Jiang Yuan got up and took the teacup to the direction of the water dispenser, and said as he walked, "It was quite a sensation when he proposed marriage, and he knelt in the snow directly."

"Then I know." Zhuo Hang said thoughtfully, "To be honest, I'm really curious. It is said that President Song of Huanyu didn't accept interviews from reporters before. She has done a lot for her."

"It's quite a lot." Thinking about Manjing, Jiang Yuan responded.

"This girl can definitely give me a lot of creative inspiration," Zhuo Hang chattered a few words, looked at him as if thinking of something, and continued, "That's right. Is it serious to be scratched by a cat? You said it was scratched." Neck, I saw someone on the Internet talking about rabies. Don’t you have a toot? Have you ever been caught?”

"Yes." Jiang Yuan replied briefly, got up and said, "I'll go out and make a phone call."

His call was naturally to Zhao Kexin who was depressed.

Zhao Kexin was still in the gymnasium. When he saw the call, he sighed first, and then let out an annoyed "Hello" after the call was connected.

"Is the cat that scratched Cheng Siqi still there?" Jiang Yuan asked straight to the point.

"Here." Zhao Kexin said, "I was kicked by President Song directly, and I found myself lying on the ground without moving."

"Well, don't send it away yet, keep it for a few days to see if it's okay." Jiang Yuan said, thinking for a while, and said, "Is Cheng Siqi's wound serious?"

"Seriously, why not serious." Zhao Kexin said angrily, "There are three cuts as long as one finger, and the flesh and blood are turned outwards. President Song almost ate me!"

"Can you talk well?" Jiang Yuan reached out and pressed his eyebrows.

"I don't keep cats." Zhao Kexin said, "It looks scary. It's bleeding, and the girl's skin is good. It should look painful. I guess Mr. Song will be angry next time, and I am too. It's very unlucky. You said you lent me your little black cat. How can there be so many things. Now it's all right, my progress has stopped. I even pointed to the summer vacation. It's really..."

"Are you finished?" Jiang Yuan interrupted him angrily, "Let me think about it. If it is possible, I will send Dudu to you some other day."

"Oh..." Zhao Kexin sighed.

"Okay, I'll hang up first." Jiang Yuan was talking, and was about to hang up the phone. After thinking for a while, he said, "Do you have Cheng Siqi's phone number, send it to me."

Zhao Kexin answered, Jiang Yuan hung up the phone, and rubbed the center of his brow in depression.

In fact, it really has nothing to do with him, but Zhao Kexin called yesterday and asked for Dudu, and things were a little different for a while.

After all, he knew Cheng Siqi, and he was a very satisfied student, and he survived him. If he really lent Dudu to Zhao Kexin, he would definitely not have scratched him.

Now that I know it, it seems that he is the culprit.

Jiang Yuan frowned and thought, looked through the phone number sent by Zhao Kexin, and called Cheng Siqi.

No one picked up.

Holding the phone and thinking for a while, he simply edited a text message: "Don't rush to get the injection, it hurts a lot. Just treat the wound, observe the cat for ten days, if there is nothing wrong, you don't need the injection."

After sending a text message, he thought about it outside the station, and felt that he had said what he should say. Jiang Yuan held the phone and returned to his seat, took a sip from the water glass, and felt quite entangled thinking of his beeping.

Jiang Yuan sighed, reached out and pressed heavily between his eyebrows.

at the same time--

Song Wang and Cheng Siqi have left the hospital.

The doctor treated Cheng Siqi's wound and suggested to observe it for a few days before deciding whether to vaccinate. After all, the chance of a cat contracting rabies is really low.

Getting several injections in a row is tantamount to spending money for nothing.

"Go back to the set." Cheng Siqi got into the car, glanced at Song Wang, and said, "The clothes and bags are in the set. I have to get them."

"Don't shoot that, okay?" Song Wang looked at her sideways while driving, and discussed, "If you want to shoot other TV series, you can. Don't shoot that one."

Cheng Siqi bit her lip, looked at him, and said nothing.

In fact, she was also a little scared. Just now, the black cat ran up to her neck and scratched its paw. She almost thought her neck had been cut. Thinking of it, she felt a lingering fear and a little shadow.

"Let's go back and get things first." Cheng Siqi smiled, "I've already taken some pictures, it doesn't seem too good to be like this halfway through."

"Then let's not take pictures today." Song Wang's fingers holding the steering wheel tightly, "Go home first after picking up the things. See how much sweat you will sweat out of fear, take a good rest first."

"Yes." Cheng Siqi obediently responded.

The two returned to school, Song Wang didn't let Cheng Siqi get out of the car, went to the lounge to help her get things, said hello to Zhao Kexin, and grabbed the little black cat by the neck.

Seeing him coming from afar, she directly opened the door and threw the little black cat under the back seat. Cheng Siqi rubbed her forehead and took her bag without daring to speak.

There were strange incoming calls and text messages on the phone. She stared blankly and replied, "Thank you. Who are you?"

"Jiang Yuan." A message came back after a while, two short words.

Only then did Cheng Siqi realize that he had a cat. He probably knew the news and called to remind her. She lowered her head and thought for a while before saying, "Thank you. I'm fine."

"En." Jiang Yuan replied with one word.

(End of this chapter)