Rebirth of Rong Shao

"My mother... My mother..." Rong Fei fell to the ground, his voice trembling fiercely, and his whole body curled up while pressing one hand on his hip.

"Xiao Fei!" Su Zhen flew to Rong Fei's side, pressed his palm, and frowned as he saw the cold sweat on Rong Fei's forehead and the blood oozing from his fingers.

"What...what..." Fang Datong was still holding the jar of mustard tuber, and didn't realize what was happening.

The other staff put down their lunch boxes and rushed over to check. Chen Sile pulled aside the crowd and saw the nail on the pony tie and immediately understood what was going on.

"What are you doing here! Call!" Su Zhen raised his head and yelled. Everyone was shocked. This was the first time I saw King Su Tian lose his temper.

Two of them took out their phones one after another, but everyone was calling and the line was busy.

Chen Sile squatted over to Rong Fei's side. He slightly opened Rong Fei's hand and blood leaked out, and it seemed that the stabbing was very deep.

"No need to call, just take him to the hospital." Chen Sile spoke.

The makeup artist handed over the clean veil, Su Zhen took it and helped Rong Fei press the wound on his hip.

"You can only use a stretcher to get him into the car. Datong can trouble you to find a stretcher! There should be one on the set!" Su Zhen calmed down and looked up and told the other staff not to call.

"Then what should I do now? Rong Shao's role is very important. I don't know how long he will stay in the hospital?" Ren Bai's agent said. His brains turned quickly. At this time, Rong Fei was injured in an accident, which happened to be a chance for Ren Bai to get a role with a higher appearance rate, not to mention that Mo Xiaobei had always been the role Ren Bai wanted.

"Isn't it where I got a broken fracture? I can just move Rong Fei's scene backwards after seeing the diagnosis of the hospital?" The assistant has long been uncomfortable with Ren Bai's turmoil in order to play Mo Xiaobei. After a while, Rong Fei couldn't get a slight injury, and Ren Bai's agent wanted to see the needle.

"Where is the time to discuss this now, take this guy to the hospital first!" Ren Bai, who rushed over with the director, yelled, even raised his chin to signal the agent and Fang Da to go to the stretcher together.

So Rong Fei was carried on a stretcher, he lay on it, and was taken to the assistant director's car.

Su Zhen was about to get in the car, but was stopped by Rong Fei.

"Hey! You are the protagonist, how can you leave the set?" The pain is not as intense as before, I don't know if it's numb because of the pain. But Rong Fei knew in his heart that his skin trauma was not serious, it was just that the blood flow was a little scary.

"It doesn't matter, the director also said that today is just setting up the scene. I will accompany you to the hospital to see." Su Zhen had to get in the car, but Rong Fei had to sit up.

"Hey! Su Zhen! You have always been very dedicated, what happened today! It was just a nail pierced, neither the head nor the heart, nor the broken arm or leg! I'll call Weizi Come and accompany me! Don't worry! The director didn't think it was a serious injury, but you, the protagonist, went to the hospital! What do you think the reporter should write about me, Rong?" He was short of breath, and his face that had been pale because of the pain also turned red.

Seeing him so determined, Su Zhen's beautiful brows were twisted together, and he could only let go of his hand and walked back half a step until the assistant closed the door of the car.

"Su Zhen, rest assured, I will take care of Rong Shao!"

"That's it!" Rong Fei grinned while pressing his butt, accidentally pressing on the wound.

"Then you must send me a text message after you have treated the wound!" Su Zhen said solemnly.

"Yes!"

"... fool..." Su Zhen sighed lightly.

"Stupid?" Rong Fei suddenly became aggrieved. "It was me who was pierced by the nail, and I shed so much blood... You still call me a fool..."

"You don't care how the media write about you at all. You are afraid that the media will write content that is not good to me." Su Zhen said what Rong Fei was thinking.

"Who said I don't care? Think about it, if those paparazzi write gossip news about Rong Shao iron nailing blood in the buttocks on the spot, how can I mix in the entertainment industry in the future!"

There was a smile on Su Zhen's lips, but her brows were still frowning, "Don't worry, such gossip is impossible."

"Huh?" Rong Fei raised his eyebrows, but the car started.

Just watched Su Zhen standing there further and further away.

Going to the hospital to treat the wound, as expected by Rong Fei, after the injection of tetanus, the assistant director specially asked Rong Fei for a ward and lay down on the bed waiting for Wei Zi to go.

Gauze was put on his buttocks, Rong Fei lay down on the hospital bed and sent a text message to Su Zhen: I'm fine, the doctor said that just one or two weeks of rest will do.

The door to the ward was opened, and Wei Zixing, who rushed over with a briefcase, still had a worried look on his face: "Where did I hurt you! He was still hospitalized..."

When he saw the piece of gauze on Rong Fei's white ass, he paused.

Rong Fei lowered his head, he knew the place he was injured was embarrassing.

"I said... can you stop watching?"

"So, you hurt your ass. How did you hurt it?" Wei Zixing stood by the hospital bed. He wanted to reach out to touch Rong Fei's wound, but Rong Fei swung it away.

"It's hard to say in one word!" Rong Fei didn't want to explain at all.

"It's hard to say a word? You don't need to just say a word!" Wei Zixing pressed his forehead, "God bless the news that Rong Shao hurt his **** will not have appeared on the front page of the gossip magazine... You finally established it in the public. With a positive image, I don’t want you to be the laughing stock of the public anymore."

"That's right, I'm hurt! All you worry about is whether my **** is in a magazine!"

"If you are seriously injured, I must express my sympathy, but you are not the problem!" Wei Zixing shook his head, "It made me rush over from Chopin's domestic agent!"

Rong Fei was depressed and stopped talking.

A text message was sent by Su Zhen: Stay in the hospital, and I will visit you at night.

Suddenly, my depressed heart felt warm.

"Although I didn't suffer any serious injuries, Mrs. Rong will definitely make a fuss when I go back like this. You should stay in the hospital, in case there is a fever and a professional will take care of you." Wei Zixing took a breath, "I'll go. Discuss with the director and move your role back."

"Thanks…"

Wei Zixing left. He was not Rong Fei's nanny after all, and there were still a lot of affairs to be handled. Soon there was only one Rong Fei left in the ward.

Bored in an instant, Rong Fei could only play games on his mobile phone.

It was just that soon, the phone ran out of power. Rong Fei tried to sleep sideways, but he groaned with pain as soon as the wound was involved, so he gave up turning over and kept lying on the bed.

Alas, everyone else is basking in the sun, only me, Rong Fei, basking in the sun...

Thinking about it, Rong Fei fell asleep.

He didn't wake up until someone held his waist and turned him over carefully.

The other party was leaning down, his fine hair fell on his face, and his profound and graceful features occupied his line of sight.

"Wake you up? Why look at me stupidly?"

"Su...Su Zhen..." Rong Fei blinked and looked out the window. Only then did he realize that it was already sunset. "The crew just ended?"

"Well, there was nothing to do. I will be busy starting tomorrow." Su Zhen's fingers flicked over Rong Fei's forehead and lifted them up, as if only to see Rong Fei's eyes clearly.

"Oh... Um... I have become the laughingstock of the crew..." Rong Fei grinned.

"You have thought about it, everyone didn't laugh at you, just want you to get well soon." Su Zhen's smile was a little distressed, "Does it still hurt?"

"Oh, it's okay." In fact, when I was a stuntman before, I suffered even more damage in my eyes.

"This is the first time I look at your **** like this." Su Zhen smiled, smiling very beautifully, and deliberately raised her eyebrows and glanced across Rong Fei's ass. The ambiguity that was revealed at that moment made Rong Fei's heart beat. Half a beat.

Again! Again! Rong Fei! Su Zhen is just joking with you! What is your own heartbeat!

Rong Fei stretched out his hand to cover his ass, "Don't look at it! You have **** too! It depends on your own!"

"Oh...how do I look at my own ass?" Su Zhen smiled happily.

Rong Fei closed his mouth and stopped talking.

Su Zhen took out his mobile phone with a serious look, "I should take a photo of Rong Shao's **** and post it on Weibo."

"Hey! What's the matter!" Rong Fei got up abruptly, and reached out to pull Su Zhen's phone, the sensitivity of which was not obvious at all.

Su Zhen's phone was knocked off the bed by him, and Su Zhen held his hands firmly.

"Even if I shoot it, I appreciate it myself, how can I be willing to let others see it!" Su Zhen laughed.

Rong Fei rarely saw him laughing out loud like this, and only yelled "Ouch" after he relaxed.

"It hurts!"

Su Zhen quickly loosened his arm and slowly moved him back to the bed, "It's okay, let me see."

There should be no blood oozing out of the gauze, and the wound should not open.

Su Zhen's fingers touched the skin of Rong Fei's buttocks and gently pressed around the gauze, as if to ease Rong Fei's tension.

But this kind of contact made Rong Fei even more rigid.

Su Zhen...Where is she touching herself...

Although he knew that the other party was trying to relieve his pain, Rong Fei's face turned red, he could only lay his lips on the pillow, pretending that he didn't care about anything.

But Su Zhen leaned down and leaned against Rong Fei's ear. His long voice showed a bit of playfulness, and the breath passed over Rong Fei's auricle, everything was like a tease from the abyss.

"Are you embarrassed?"

"No...no!" Rong Fei stared at him fiercely, and Su Zhen's **** smile caused him to burst into a certain part of his lower body instantly.

Rong Fei was embarrassed, and couldn't wait to smother himself with a pillow.

Because his little brother... actually reacted...

Su Zhen's gaze still traced Rong Fei's expression, like a prank, his fingers descended along the full arc of the hip petals, bit by bit into the gap between Rong Fei and the bed.

"You...you...what are you doing!" Rong Fei was startled and pressed the opponent's wrist.

"What do you mean? Didn't anyone give you a pistol?" Su Zhen's words were like a blockbuster, and Rong Fei never thought of hearing the word "handgun" from Su Zhen's mouth.

"I'll help you, it's not good for your health to be holding back." Su Zhen took it for granted, and the tip of his finger had touched Rong Fei's little brother. Rong Fei turned to the side and curled up with his back facing Su Zhen, as if he had been burnt.

"What are you doing! I don't need you to help me myself!" Rong Fei pressed the other hand with both hands, and Su Zhen couldn't make a joke with this even if she wanted to play tricks!

"When I was young, I didn't know how to take a bath together!" Su Zhen's fingers moved a little, and Rong Fei suddenly felt that he had fallen into hell, and the little brother stood up completely.

"Let go!" Rong Fei was anxious.

But Su Zhen lay down on the bed and hugged him directly from behind.

"Don't be shy, I'll help you."

His breath sprayed on the back of Rong Fei's head and neck, and Rong Fei shrugged his shoulders uncontrollably.

Even though Rong Fei's wrist was pressed, Su Zhen's fingers circled Rong Fei's fragility and moved slightly.

He was breathing quickly, and the breath belonging to Su Zhen spread around him. Rong Fei had an illusion of being possessed by the other party. He couldn't even tell whether the softness that touched the back of his neck and shoulders was Su Zhen's lips.

…

Rong Fei panted, staring at a distance.

Rong Fei didn't realize that he was released in his hand until Su Zhen stretched out his arm behind him to pull over the tissue on the bedside table.

How could this be? Why don't you stop him! God!

Rong Fei didn't know how to look back at Su Zhen behind him.

But Su Zhen wiped the traces left on his lower body with a tissue.

"Why are you embarrassed? I thought that my technique is good and it should make you comfortable." Su Zhen's tone was light, without the joking just now.

Rong Fei swallowed, stretched his breath, lowered his voice and pressed his patience, "How can you force others to accept being hand-gunned by you?"

"Why don't you force me to shoot a pistol?" Su Zhen asked.

"Su Zhen!" Rong Fei turned over, ignoring the crushed area, raising his eyebrows high, "You have water in your head! You don't want to be a joke! I am a big man caught by you. happy!"

"Okay, okay! It's my fault!" Su Zhen shook his hand helplessly, "I admit that I want to tease you, but your reaction is too interesting."

Su Zhen put on such an expression, and Rong Fei realized that he didn't even have the strength to be angry.