There is a tiger sniffing the rose in my heart

Chapter 152

As the saying goes, 30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi.

As soon as the identity of the person who jumped from the building was announced, several mainstream media who had previously criticized the matter of "Yuan Jinran coming out of the closet" and all kinds of insinuations led the public to make them think that the deceased must have something to do with Yuan Jinran were called the main targets of attack—— This seems to be expected. After all, those who made the most noise before were severely slapped in the face by the facts, and now they realize that they urgently need someone who will stand up and bear the public opinion for them... In this way, every When someone criticizes them, they can confidently say: It's none of my business, I'm just a passer-by and transparent, if you want to blame you, blame those mainstream media platforms for spreading rumors!

"I'm a little transparent, what I say will not have any impact on you, please don't bother me."

Such irresponsible remarks made most of the people who were on Jinran's side extremely angry at the beginning. They never dared to imagine that there would be such shameless creatures around them: when they blackmailed someone, they rushed up and shouted. What about "If you have the ability, you can clarify your innocence. If you clarify, we will apologize", when the real facts emerge, they seem to be blind again, never mentioning this matter, and making jokes and jokes on Weibo With a piece of "233333", it's as if the hurtful things they once said never happened.

And their attitude of "dead pigs are not afraid of boiling water, I am a little transparent, who am I afraid of" did indeed make their voices quieter in the beginning——

Why waste your saliva with them, after all, they are shameless.

So about an hour or two after the news was announced, most of Jinran's fans stabilized a bit, and continued to tirelessly try to fill the opinion boxes of mainstream media, Weibo homepages, and various public platforms with all kinds of anger. Most of them are not Yuan Jinran's fans, but those who used to criticize Yuan Jinran in various ways with the media. They shouted: You let me be cheated, you made me ashamed, you fucking come out and take responsibility.

And the fans of Jinran are the happiest group of people after witnessing the cleansing of their idols, and they are also the most silent ones.

In the words of "Li Gou Hey", it is probably like this——

[I know that most of you are very unhappy and feel wronged for Yuan Jinran, but please believe that the truth will come out and he will get a fair treatment in the end. Please stop attacking those strange things. In this way, we and the former What is the difference between them. ] Li Gouhi's last sentence "we" gave most people a sense of belonging, which made many people sure that Li Gouhi knew Jinran and might even be someone close to him, so anxious fans left messages under Li Gouhi's Weibo: What happened to me?When is he going to speak up about this?

To this question, Li Gouhi just replied with a smiling emoji and the words "he is busy", which was a bit inexplicable. Of course, no one knew the real meaning after that.

Nobody knows.

It's not that Yuan Jinran doesn't want to stand up and speak out, there are a large number of people who are waiting for him to thank him, and there are even more people who are waiting for him to go black and sue in court.

And obviously he's not in the mood to care about that right now.

……

Jinran woke up less than two hours after the wound was stitched up and blood was transfused. When he woke up, he had a splitting headache, and the entire back of his head to the top of his head seemed to have been chiseled open by someone... When he opened his eyes , first he was frowned fiercely by the glare of the light, and after this slight movement seemed to involve his wound, he quickly took a breath and relaxed his brows.

Then Jinran found that there were many people around her hospital bed at this moment.

They are all his family members.

Behind the crowd was Mr. Manager. The moment their eyes collided, they opened their lips cautiously, wanting to make a sound, but then found that they could not make any sound at all, so they had to give up.

"..."

I'm fine.

The black-haired young man turned around each of their faces with soothing eyes, and finally settled on the face of Yuan Jincan who stood farthest away from him. Facing the worried faces of his family members, he Pulling the corners of his lips with difficulty, he revealed a difficult smile.

When he smiled, Yuan Jincan covered his mouth and let out a sob. He turned around and gave Fang Yu, who was standing behind him, poking his head, a slap in the face without hesitation—the manager did not protest at all after being hit so suddenly. He had no choice but to endure it abruptly, and he had to grab his wife's hand like a dog and say, "Wife, calm down!"

Jin Ran's eyes twitched.

Surrounded by family members and talking for a long time, the process was of course that they were responsible for speaking and Jinran who had just woken up was responsible for listening. Although Jinran had his own doubts in his heart, he still didn't show his family's concern until that day. He patiently listened to his mother talking about what kind of porridge he was going to cook for him tomorrow. When the food in a foreign hospital was terrible, he saw a group of men in black outside the half-open ward with a middle-aged man who seemed to be of extraordinary status. People hurried past the door of his ward.

He didn't see what the middle-aged man looked like, and he only had time to see that the man's hair was the light flaxen color he was very familiar with.

Jinran frowned subconsciously, and the doubts in her heart became deeper, and at this moment, Yuan Mei came up to him and asked him: "Should we not add ginger to the porridge tomorrow?"

Jinran was stunned for a moment, looked away, forcibly regained her attention, then faced her mother's concerned face, and shook her head absent-mindedly.

After Jinran heard all kinds of thankful words from his family members, the stern doctor finally ran in to drive away the people around Jinran's bed in the name of "the patient wants to rest". Take a walk and be quiet.

Before hanging down, he raised it up with difficulty, shaking his hand "bye" to his family members like a mummy, he let out a long breath, his eyes were on the tightly closed door and he was dazed—until the door was closed in a short while. People pushed away from the outside, he raised his eyebrows, and then saw his agent, whose face was half swollen, poked his head in.

Sincerely: "..."

"Oh my god, Brother Ran, you are fucking awake—you don't know, when Yuan Jincan knew that you were injured and needed blood transfusion and stitches to fill up a third of your head, the expression on my face made me For a moment, I thought I was going to die." Fang Yu slid in from the outside like a loach while thinking about it, and then under the careful gaze, he moved a small bench by his bed and sat on it. Next, "Fortunately, you're fine...the doctor said to rest and wait for the wound to heal, and you can walk around as long as you don't exercise strenuously."

Seeing that Jinran was staring at him and hesitated to speak, he was stunned for a moment, then slapped his head and said, "I almost forgot, the production team is also responsible for this accident, so they can't come to you just because you were injured and delayed the filming progress." Trouble, in fact, maybe they will take the initiative to compensate you for part of your medical expenses and mental damage expenses, you should be frightened..."

Shaking his head sincerely, the fingertips of his hands on the bed moved—this subtle movement was caught by Fang Yu, so the latter clapped his hands like a grasshopper: "Oh, and, don't you remind me? I forgot, during the period when you were in a coma, it was a bloodbath in the country. The headquarters of the Chengnan Metropolis Daily that attacked you before was almost overturned——Congratulations, Mr. Yuan Jinran, you have reversed the case. The police have confirmed that your reporter The identity of the idiot who jumped off the building at the press conference was a lunatic who failed to speculate in stocks, had an antisocial personality, and killed his whole family. The whole incident has nothing to do with you! You’ve been whitewashed, now there are voices all over the country defending you, and even people who were silent about your sexual orientation have started to stand up and support you one after another, the whole situation is going very well..."

Jinran's eyes lit up when he first heard the news from Fang Yu, as if he had successfully attracted his attention...but soon, amidst Fang Yu's various thoughts of emotion, "there was something on his face." The expression of "interest" is fading rapidly.

He stared at Fang Yu with a pair of black pupils, but at this moment, the latter did not dare to have any eye contact with him. Jinran had the opportunity to speak, and after announcing the great news of "Jinran, you are whitewashed", he took a deep breath, raised his head, and finally met Jinran for the first time in a long time...

Fang Yu: "..."

Sincerely: "..."

Jinran couldn't pretend not to care about Mr. Manager's appearance as if he had seen a ghost.

The black-haired young man raised his hand, pointed to Fang Yu's mouth to signal him to shut up, then opened his lips, tried to vibrate his vocal bag, and uttered a simple syllable——

“啊啊啊啊啊啊我知道了！你是想听听网上的评论对吧……也是了你平常可不就喜欢干这个么课课课～偶像包袱啦么重！也是拿你没办法！！ "

Fang Yu stretched his neck and let out a tight laugh like a rooster. He quickly lowered his head, took out his mobile phone, swiped his fingers, and then began to read all kinds of comments on the Internet——

All he read were innocuous comments, and when he squeezed his throat vividly and read "Those media are disgusting and disgusting, please ignore them", he was slapped by the black-haired young man who couldn't bear it. hold on!

Fang Yu was so startled that he bounced back.

The voice of reading something also stopped abruptly.

He raised his head and looked at a pair of calm black pupils with a face full of panic, followed by a period of silence that seemed to him to last as long as a century. Soften it down.

Amidst the serious illness, a hoarse voice sounded: "Where's Jiang Chuan? Why isn't he here?"

Fang Yu: "..."

The manager swallowed hard, and the palm of the hand holding the phone was sweating... He took a deep breath, raised his head and stood up while laughing, preparing to run away: "You just woke up, bleeding so much Don't care about others after you've been fired, take care of yourself first, sleep for a while and wait until you wake up, it's getting late now and I—"

"I asked you where my wife went."

"..." Fang Yu paused as he walked out. After a long time, Jinran pulled out the infusion set in his hand and threw it at him. Then he quickly whispered in a mosquito moaning voice, "Intracranial hemorrhage , and is still in a coma."

Pretentiously maintaining the posture of throwing things, he freezes on the bed.

He forcibly withdrew the infusion set, and the back of his hand quickly became bruised and began to ooze drops of blood, but he didn't feel it at all, and just stared at Mr. Manager with a pair of momentarily empty eyes.

A few seconds later, he asked in a voice that could not hear much emotion: "When will I wake up?"

"The doctor said," Fang Yu turned around and said with difficulty, "I don't know."

I would like to swear a dirty word.

He lifted the quilt and made a gesture to sit up, Fang Yu hurriedly pushed him back on the bed with ankle chains, but what surprised him was that the person who had just woken up had unexpected strength, and the black-haired young man was fighting against him While roaring in a hoarse voice: "How could it be like this all of a sudden, I was bleeding when the thing fell down before, he was fine, and he was talking normally... I vaguely remember that he took me to dive and escape from under that model, why? Maybe there is some kind of intracranial hemorrhage all of a sudden?...Fang Yu, let go of me!! I want to see him!!!!"

"You can't go now! Look at the dick!!" Fang Yu raised his voice and roared back.

Then the room fell into a moment of deathly silence.

The black-haired young man stopped struggling. He sat firmly on the bed and looked up at the manager: "Either you find me a wheelchair, or I crawl over by myself. I'll give you three seconds, you choose."