Host, You're Targeted

"Don't move! Don't move

Yan Xiunian kneels on the ground and holds Cheng Hui, holding out his hand to block other people's approach, so that they can't pull Cheng Hui.

When they see Cheng Hui open his eyes, Yan Xiunian's battle to protect the calf is too big. They don't know whether to approach or stop at the same place for a while.

Cheng Hui bumps into his waist, waiting for the strength of the pain to pass from the waist to each cell in the past.

At this moment, he felt pain when he moved. He pulled Yan Xiunian's arm and unconsciously tightened it. His nails would be embedded in Yan Xiunian's cotton padded jacket.

Yan Xiunian allows Cheng Hui to pull the cuffs of his cotton padded jacket and frown, but his voice is too gentle.

"Can you stand up?" All of Yan Xiunian's cotton padded jacket was smeared by the dust on Cheng Hui's body. "Can you still stand up when I send you to the hospital now?"

Cheng Hui said I can't stand up. "

Yan Xiunian immediately stood up, looked down at Cheng Hui, who was lying alone on the ground, and said, "the ambulance is coming soon. You wait for the professional medical staff to come! If you twist your waist, you'd better not move

Cheng Hui lies on the ground and looks at Yan Xiunian, but he can't say a word of refutation.

A few minutes later, the ambulance roared. A group of angels in white came down with the mobile bed, quickly replayed Cheng onto the hospital bed, and dragged him back to the ambulance.

All the way, Yan Xiunian followed Cheng Hui.

Xiao Lei, as Cheng Hui's assistant, must want to follow Cheng back to the hospital.

But Yan Xiunian stopped him before he got on the bus.

"Xiao Lei, you stay here." Yan Xiunian pulled the handle on the side of the ambulance door with one hand. One foot had stepped on the ambulance. "I'll follow you. You're Cheng Hui's assistant. You'll handle the follow-up accountability with the director here. Remember to call the agent."

Xiao Lei immediately understands what Yan Xiunian means. Yan Xiunian wants him to pursue responsibility here under the name of Cheng Hui!

Xiao Lei agreed to come down: "good!"

Yan Xiunian patted him on the shoulder, left a sentence "contact at any time", and got on the ambulance.

The door of the ambulance is closed. Xiao Lei looks at the rear of the ambulance and cheers himself up silently.

The set is still noisy. After Xiao Lei turns around, everyone closes his mouth.

"Director." Xiaolei went straight to the director. "I'll call big brother ha now."

The director dare not breathe.

Just now, Yan Xiunian has been blocking the crowd, and the staff of Lvcheng TV station are also blocking the gags and cameras to keep them away from Cheng Hui. So up to now, the studio staff still don't know what the situation of Cheng Hui is like.

When Daha receives the call from Xiaolei, he is in the company and Lu Wei to pick up the script leisurely.

There were tea sets on the table. The two men breathed gently at the steaming cup, then took a sip at their lips. Finally, they looked at each other with a smile and sighed, "good tea!"

As a result, after the ring of Daha's mobile phone rings, he slowly puts down his tea cup and pinches his voice before answering the phone.

"Hello, this is the charming and elegant people like to see flowers bloom."

Before he finished his Sao words, Xiao Lei at the other end called out: "brother ha! Back when he was injured on set! Weia's been held down. He's twisted to the waist! Now the person is in the hospital, and reporter Yan followed him and said that he was in a coma after returning home! "

Just slowly tasting tea, Daha immediately jumped up from the sofa, held his mobile phone and roared back: "which one doesn't have eyes to move Weiya! Are the studio staff dead? I'll be there now! Ask the person in charge to wash the neck and wait for me! "