Pampered to Heaven by RIch Husband

Lu Zixiao looked at her stubbornly, and Cheng Youran was speechless. She was talking about a patient.

She leaned against Lu Zixiao's arms, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat, hooked his neck, and the scorching temperature from her fingertips filled her chest.

"I'm holding you too."

Cheng Youran raised his head and said, from this angle, only the man's fluent jaw line can be seen.

Before she could say anything, Lu Zixiao's hand stroked her back from the bottom up, hugging her tightly into her arms, and she caught the man's hot body unexpectedly.

The world seemed to be quiet for an instant, and the only thing she could hear was Lu Zixiao's heartbeat.

His voice was lower than usual, even hoarse a little bit inaudible, he put Cheng Youran into his arms: "You can only hold me in the future."

She was forced to lean on his chest, breathing a little hard, hearing these words, breathing... even more difficult.

After speaking, Lu Zixiao closed his eyes, thick eyelashes cast a shadow on his face, and fell asleep.

It's the babble in your sleep.

Cheng Youran hesitated to think that she wanted to get up, but even in the dream, Lu Zixiao still stalked her hard, without any intention of letting go.

Suddenly, the door of the room was pushed open in a hurry, and the sound of hurried steps followed.

"Sister Youran should be filming, I'm sorry I shouldn't come in!"

Xiao Su opened the door and saw Cheng Youran leaning on Lu Zixiao. The man hugged her tightly. Xiao Su's face instantly blushed as he turned around quickly.

But before she could go out, Cheng Youran stopped her: "Xiao Su, come over and help."

Help?

Xiao Su turned his head in horror, and said with a trembling voice: "Sister Youran, I'm not working hard."

Cheng Youran looked confused: "...Who told you to sell yourself?"

With the help of Xiao Su, Cheng Youran struggling to get out of the bed. After she wrapped Lu Zixiao's quilt, she immediately dialed 120.

Fortunately, the studio was in the county seat, less than half an hour's drive from the county hospital, and the ambulance came quickly.

After a doctor made a simple diagnosis for Lu Zixiao, the rest of the medical staff carried Lu Zixiao into the ambulance with good training.

"Doctor, isn't it serious?"

At first I didn't think it was a big problem, but looking at Lu Zixiao who was pale on the stretcher, the medical staff looked serious while wearing masks, and Cheng Youran suddenly became a little bit dumb.

"High probability of acute gastroenteritis."

The doctor said coldly, and then walked into the ambulance.

Cheng Youran: ...Lu Zixiao, he really can't eat spicy food

The sound of the ambulance was sharp and rhythmic, and everyone on the set was alarmed. Fang Liuyun walked up worriedly and asked, "Is it okay, President Lu, it was fine yesterday."

Cheng Youran wanted to tell her about the condition and tell her that it was not serious, but Fang Liuyun rarely said hesitatingly: "You still have to pay more attention to your body."

It is time to pay attention to the body.

She watched the ambulance go all the way, and sighed sighfully, but she suddenly reacted, why should you pay more attention to your body?

Cheng Youran asked vigilantly: "What does it matter to me?"

Xiao Su leaned forward: "President Lu was taken away from your bed."

Cheng Youran:...

She felt it was necessary to protect her reputation, she coughed: "I went back after filming yesterday, and Lu Zixiao was asleep."

It just so happened that an actress from the same group came over with a look that I knew I knew.

Cheng Youran:...

She decided to struggle again: "You don't know how hard Lu Zixiao he worked. When I returned from filming yesterday, he was already asleep."

"As soon as I turned on the light, he woke up again, opened the laptop on the bed and said that I could still work. When I woke up the next day, he was still facing the computer, but the whole person was already stiff, and I threw on him and shook up. he."

"But he didn't respond. I cried and dialed 120." Cheng Youran said at the end, wiping the corner of his eyes with his sleeve affectionately, "You saw Xiaosu too, didn't you?"

Xiao Su nodded blankly. Although there was something wrong, it seemed to be the same.

Except for Xiao Su, the others seemed to be held back by her, and they were speechless for a long time, especially Fang Liuyun. He looked up at the sky. At this time, there was a clear applause from behind Cheng Youran.

A reporter wearing a plaid shirt and holding a camera did not know when she walked to Cheng You's face, her eyes were a little red.

"Successful people are not without reason. I didn't expect to come to the crew for an interview and hear such an inspirational story. Is Mr. Lu's health okay?" She took out her pen and paper.

"he?"

Everyone's eyes focused on Cheng Youran, Cheng Youran paused, and then said: "The doctor said that he stayed up late to work. If he didn't find it early, he would die suddenly."

Suddenly died...

died…

Fang Liuyun continued to look up at the sky, resisting a smile.

Xiao Su let out an "ah" in surprise, and asked in a low voice, "Sister Youran, or let's stop taking pictures. It's important to go to the hospital."

It's too late, maybe I won't even see the last side.

But considering Cheng Youran's mood, she swallowed this sentence back.

"I also thought, but the last thing Lu Zixiao said to me was, You Ran, work hard." Cheng Youran's eyes were red quietly, and he said with a nasal voice, "I was thinking at the time, I can't live up to his expectations. ."

"Xiao Su, don't you think?"

She turned to Xiaosu and asked.

Xiao Su nodded fiercely with red eyes.

The female reporter was obviously touched, and quickly recorded with a pen in the notebook.

Not far away, Zhang Ping looked at Cheng Youran with a trace of relief in his eyes.

The camera was adjusting the equipment, and following his gaze, he saw Cheng Youran, who was suppressing his emotions not far away, and said solemnly: "It seems that Mr. Lu is in a very serious condition."

Zhang Ping shook his head.

If it's really serious, it's not the county hospital.

"I have a hunch that today's filming will go smoothly." Zhang Ping opened the script and laughed.

The photographer retorted unconvincingly: "I believe it, the actor Yan, but Cheng Youran's performance is up and down. I can't be so sure about it."

"If you don't believe me you gamble with me."

Zhang Ping put down the script in his hand and put it on the shoulders of the photographer, "If you lose, the camera will let me touch it."

The photographer pushed away his hand and hugged the camera nervously and said, "Forget it, let you shoot. I don't know how much film will be wasted."

Zhang Ping is really harsh on the picture. If his first film was not "Tibetan Antelope", he would bet that he would not win the prize at all. There are too many useless but beautiful shots.

Investors could not stop threatening to withdraw their capital at a later stage.

"Everyone prepare!"

Zhang Ping saw that the time was almost up, clap his hands so that everyone was in position, the camera was set up, and he was ready to take pictures.

Because of Zhang Ping's words, he paid special attention to Cheng Youran's acting skills today.

To his surprise, Cheng Youran seemed to be reborn. The scenes were all one-off, and the scenes that were delayed yesterday were all made up.

In truth, Cheng Youran's acting skills are not top-notch, but her rate of improvement is extremely rare.

It can be expected.

Photography suddenly thought of the word.

Xu Chi is in sharp contrast to her. It is not an exaggeration to say that even if his role is only one or two sentences, most of them appear with other actors.

But he has a temperament in him, and you can tell from the crowd that he is the worst acting performer.

"The afternoon scene is here, and the group performance comes to me to pick up the lunch." The assistant director stood at the top of the stairs and shouted with a loudspeaker.

Cheng Youran suddenly relaxed. She leaned against the wall and pulled the school uniform with her hand. Xiao Su hurriedly handed out water.

"How many points?"

Cheng Youran stopped unscrewing the bottle cap.

"It's almost seven o'clock."

Xiao Su glanced at the phone and replied nervously. She didn't know if Mr. Lu was still there now, would she order a wreath on Taobao first to prepare.

"Let's go, change clothes and go to the hospital."

Cheng Youran took a sip of water while walking.

Without going to the hospital, she felt...Lu Zixiao would have to be angry for a long time.

"Cheng Youran."

Suddenly, someone stopped her from behind.

Cheng Youran turned his head, it was Yan Junze. Before he had time to change his school uniform, he took a handful of blue gypsophila and silently handed it to her.

Cheng Youran took over the sky star: "This is?"

"For the patient."

After he finished speaking, he walked down the stairs accompanied by his agent.

"thanks."

Cheng Youran said to his back.

Yan Junze's agent sighed, "Lu Zixiao is going to die, so you should be full of thoughts."

Yan Junze nodded gently.

...

Lincheng, county hospital.

Gao Qiao pushed aside the ward, a smell of disinfectant filled the ward: "Mr. Lu, a reporter wants to interview you."

Lu Zixiao was infused with fluid in his left hand, and with the other hand, he flipped through the outdated newspaper beside the bed, looked up at the clock hanging on the wall, and said coldly: "It's seven o'clock."

"Seven and one minute."

Gao Qiao glanced at the clock and carefully corrected it.

Used to it, really.

Since he woke up in the afternoon, Mr. Lu has been staring at the clock on the wall, telling the time every other hour, and his face is particularly ugly.

He couldn't help but doubt... Lu always changed the cuckoo.

Gao Qiao took a deep breath and continued: "The reporter said that he interviewed his wife first. The wife was so sad that she cried and moved a lot, so she wanted to interview you."

He didn't think that Mr. Lu agreed, he just brought the words to him. After all, Mr. Lu has never liked to be interviewed. This time he came to a little-known magazine.

"Let her in."

Unexpectedly, Lu Zixiao agreed, and he lowered his eyes to cover the emotions in his eyes.

Gao Qiao: "...Yes."

After a while, the reporter knocked on the door, with a camera on his neck, and walked into the ward.

"Thank you very much for accepting my interview." She held up the camera and took two photos of the man on the hospital bed.

She could finally understand why her colleagues in the gossip group kept chasing Lu Zixiao, because he really looked good in all the shots.

Even though he had a sick face and was infused with fluid in his left hand, it still did not compromise his handsomeness, but instead added a touch of fragile beauty.

"You said she was crying?"

Lu Zixiao closed the newspaper in his hand and asked faintly.

"Yes, your wife burst into tears on the spot, and I was very uncomfortable watching it." The reporter replied hurriedly.

"I want to ask where your enthusiasm for work comes from?" The reporter took out the recording pen, "After all, as everyone knows, you are the only heir of the Lu Group. In fact, you don't need to work so hard..."

Lu Zixiao was silent.

Is this problem a bit deeper? The reporter thought anxiously that she patted her head. She should start the interview from shallow to deep.

"How did she cry?"

reporter:? ? !