Wilderness Livestream: Other People Struggle to Survive While I Became Famous by Looking After a Cat

  Chapter 232 Only tolerant to you

  The person lying on the hospital bed didn't have much blood on her face, and some broken hair blocked her cheeks, adding a bit of broken beauty to her.

  Jiang Zhihan walked with a little eagerness, and stopped suddenly when he saw with his own eyes that the people on the hospital bed were safe and sound.

  He stepped forward, lowered his head, and quietly brushed away the hair that blocked his face.

   "Song Qingyou—"

  Jiang Zhihan's voice was very soft.

  It was the first time for him to see Song Qingyou so lifeless.

  Like an exquisite doll in a glass showcase.

   Pretty enough, but inexplicably unpleasant.

  Jiang Zhihan stared blankly for two seconds, then reached out subconsciously, wanting to touch the other person's face.

  But as soon as the fingers approached, Song Qingyou suddenly reached out and grabbed him.

   Immediately afterwards, the person on the hospital bed suddenly opened his eyes.

  The handsome young man was standing beside the hospital bed, bending his waist slightly.

  The hair that should be well-managed now looks a little messy.

  Usually, she would button the top shirt button meticulously, but now the top two buttons are unbuttoned, revealing her white collarbone and obvious muscle lines.

nice.

   want to touch.

   Realizing what she was thinking, Song Qingyou blushed and quickly looked away, and then met Jiang Zhihan's gaze abruptly.

"I-"

  The two spoke almost simultaneously.

  Song Qingyou asked first: "Why are you here?"

   "I saw the news." After Jiang Zhihan finished speaking, he looked at his firmly grasped hand.

  Song Qingyou looked over belatedly, and then quickly let go.

"Excuse me."

   She wisely didn't ask what Jiang Zhihan wanted to do with his hand just now, so as not to embarrass the two of them.

  Compared to this, what happened to the crew last night is more important.

   "Did Mr. Jiang see Sister Lan?"

   "I'll let her go back to rest." Jiang Zhihan said without changing his expression, "If you have any questions, you can ask me directly."

  Song Qingyou: "..."

   "Mr. Jiang, what do you mean... you want to take care of me?"

  Jiang Zhihan raised his eyebrows: "You can understand it that way."

   After finishing speaking, he asked kindly: "Are you hungry? Do you want porridge?"

  Song Qingyou nodded.

  She thought that the other party would directly order the assistant to buy porridge and come back, but saw Jiang Zhihan get up by himself.

   "What porridge do you want? Seafood?"

   "Green vegetables are fine." Song Qingyou was a little surprised, "Mr. Jiang...do you want to go in person?"

  Jiang Zhihan laughed dumbfounded: "Don't worry, I will buy things."

  Song Qingyou: "..."

   This is not a question of whether you can buy things, it is a question of you unexpectedly running over to take care of people yourself!

   It's weird no matter how you think about it.

  However, before Song Qingyou could ask why, Jiang Zhihan had already gone to buy porridge.

  As soon as he left, Song Qingyou watched Zhu Jiao's live broadcast and thought about countermeasures by the way.

  Ten minutes later, in the quiet ward, there was only the slight sound of Song Qingyou drinking porridge.

   Neither of them spoke.

  The atmosphere that should have seemed depressing and awkward, somehow made Song Qingyou feel relaxed.

  Maybe it's because Jiang Zhihan didn't stare at her deliberately and was busy with his own business all the time?

   After Song Qingyou finished her porridge, she couldn't help but look up at the man sitting by the window.

  He lowered his head slightly, his eyebrows and eyes looked serious and gentle, and the surrounding sunlight gave him a halo, making people sigh that today's sunshine is just right.

  But when Jiang Zhihan raised his head, his particularly eye-catching dark green eyes showed sharp sharpness, and his expressionless face completely neutralized the gentleness when he lowered his head.

  Song Qingyou looked a little fascinated.

   It took a few seconds to react

  —Jiang Zhihan raised his head? !

   Peek at others and get caught.

   And it's not the first time.

   No matter how thick-skinned Song Qingyou was, her cheeks were slightly flushed at this moment.

  Jiang Zhihan's magnetic voice broke the silence: "Does it look good?"

  Song Qingyou nodded without hesitation.

  In her eyes, Jiang Zhihan looks better than those virtual character models.

  Even if she has traveled through many worlds, Jiang Zhihan's appearance is well-deserved No.1 in her aesthetics.

  People are visual animals, and they all like beautiful things, and she is of course no exception. This is a normal phenomenon...

   Song Qingyou, who was immersed in her thoughts and tried to convince herself that she didn't need to be embarrassed, suddenly heard a chuckle.

  When she heard the sound and raised her head, she heard the person in front of her ask inexplicably:

   "How long do you want to watch?"

   Listening to the tone, it seems that it means to watch as long as you want.

  Song Qingyou asked instead of answering: "Mr. Jiang is so... tolerant to all partners?"

   "Only for you."

  This answer seems ambiguous.

  Jiang Zhihan was just talking casually, or did he mean something else?

  Song Qingyou tilted her head, wanting to get to the bottom of it.

  But before she could speak, there was a knock on the door outside the ward.

"who?"

   "It's me." Zhong Jiayin's voice sounded.

  Song Qingyou never thought that this young lady would come to visit her.

  The people outside the door seemed to know what Song Qingyou was thinking, and said angrily:

   "Open the door!"

   "If I didn't want to be talked about by the media, saying that the crew and actors have a bad relationship, I wouldn't come to see you, so don't blame me for disturbing you."

  It's not that Song Qingyou didn't look at her phone, how could she not know that the public opinion is not good for her now? At times like this, most people want to avoid suspicion.

  What's more, even if it was said that the relationship between the two was not good, Zhong Jiayin had no loss, because this rumor had already existed through Zhu Jiao's hard work.

  So, Zhong Jiayin clearly came to visit her specially.

  The last sentence, if you think about it carefully, it is probably because you are afraid of disturbing her.

   Although Song Qingyou was a little surprised that Zhong Jiayin was the first to come after waking up, she couldn't let him stand at the door, so she looked at Jiang Zhihan.

   "Mr. Jiang—"

  She wanted Jiang Zhihan to go out through another door.

   But before the words came out, Jiang Zhihan seemed to have misunderstood the meaning, and went straight to open the door of the ward.

   Then the fruit basket in Zhong Jiayin's hand, which she just took from the assistant, fell to the ground with a 'snap'.

   "Jiang, Jiang, President Jiang!"

  Zhong Jiayin stuttered as soon as she spoke, which is enough to show how surprised she was.

  Jiang Zhihan expressionless: "Are you...?"

   "I'm Zhong Jiayin. I met you at Mr. Jiang's birthday banquet before."

  After Zhong Jiayin was shocked, he quickly returned to normal.

  However, in front of Jiang Zhihan, she was not as arrogant and self-willed as usual, and her tone of voice was more than a little gentle.

  Jiang Zhihan hummed indifferently, and asked again: "Are you friends with Qingyou?"

  Green grapefruit...

   This title made Zhong Jiayin's pupils tremble again!

   "We are filming on the same crew."

  Jiang Zhihan took two steps back and motioned for her to come in.

  Song Qingyou looked at Zhong Jiayin's almost identical steps, and sighed silently in her heart

  —That's all right now, before she finished dealing with Zhu Jiao, she offended another Zhong Jiayin.

   But this is Jiang Zhihan's peach blossom, throwing it to Jiang Zhihan to solve it, it shouldn't be a problem, right?

   Otherwise, he will lose his excellent collaborator.

   Yuzu just likes Zhizhi's face...and figure

   Qingyou's inner os: I'm not lustful, I'm not lustful, I'm not lustful...

  (end of this chapter)