Chapter 124: Clubhouse Reunion

Meanwhile, Xie Qingcheng is visiting patients in the VIP ward of Mayfair Private Hospital.

Xie Xue is lethargic.

Although her condition is not serious at this point, the initial control of RN13 requires a dialysis-like treatment. The treatment is grueling and the patient's immune system is greatly diminished, so Xie Xue often suffered from lethargy during her hospitalization.

Xie Qingcheng didn't want to wake her up, but placed a bouquet of her favorite yellow roses at the foot of her bed, and then made up the covers for her.

In her dream, she seemed to feel his breath, and the girl shrank deeper into the covers, murmuring, "Brother ......"

Xie Qingcheng's hand stiffened slightly, and after a moment, stroked her hair.

"It's okay, I'll find the medicine for you as soon as possible."

Xie Xue's face pressed against his hand, rubbed against it like a kitten, and finally settled down to sleep.

Xie Qingcheng sat with her in the hospital room for a while and then had to leave.

He needs to catch up on the problems with Huang Zhilong Entertainment.

Wang Jiankang sent so many orphaned girls from the countryside to Huzhou, and those girls all went to Huang Zhilong's wife's school, and the starlet who died so strangely not long ago, also belonged to Huang Zhilong's own entertainment company. ......

He stood by the porch windowsill and opened his cell phone to read the public opinion on the death of the actress.

In fact, with Huang Zhilong's status, this incident would not have been so big, but Huang Zhilong seems to have a bit of bad luck lately, first there was an incident with the cast and crew of "The Trial", Hu Yi died, the whereabouts of the cast and crew's executive and assistant editors are still unknown, and Hu Yi's parents are the type of people who would be very powerful and would cause trouble, and both of them love their son very much, and would not settle for anything less than a good deal. Hu Yi's parents were particularly aggressive and violent, and they loved their son very much, so they would never give up with Huang Zhilong.

The case has not been solved, the husband and wife, whether in the network-oriented, or in the real world, are everywhere looking for Huang Zhilong's trouble, and fame and fortune these relationships, most of which is to rush to the interests of the only to come, there are few pure sincerity. Previously held Huang Zhilong a mouthful of a "yellow total" people, now see the yellow total would like to go around, Huang Zhilong is a whole lot of anxiety, the company's stock is a few times stopped.

And at this very moment, such a well-known female artist under his banner has died strangely.

If Xie Qingcheng hadn't found out something in Qingli County, he would have suspected that Huang Zhilong was not the abuser but the victim.

Now, a lot of people on social media platforms are spitting on Yellow & Yellow's company, and there's some news with a nose that's starting to make its way out.

Xie Qingcheng swiped for a while, and one of the blurbs caught his attention.

That stuff can't really be called a blurb, but rather a compendium of the actress's fans' grief and anger about the artists that Chi-Long Entertainment has screwed over over the years.

Not to see do not know, a look shocked, this company is simply the dark society of the dark society, according to the fans said, Huang's business has a characteristic, is extremely "authoritarian". His hands under the artist must be very obedient, can not have a strong sense of independent speech, the company wants them to say what they have to say, what they have to say, the artist's social account is also all not belong to my own, but by the agent for the management of the editor.

In addition, Zhilong Entertainment does not treat artists as human beings, the company requires artists to be "absolutely obedient", which means that artists are not allowed to put forward any meaning to the overbearing terms and conditions, and even where there are obvious flaws in the contract, artists are not allowed to question it, or else the artist will be categorized as a "disobedient" type of person. Otherwise, the artist will be categorized as a "disobedient" type, and then play the legal ball, greatly reducing the exposure of the artist, and even find a thousand strange excuses to the artist's music, film and television works of snow off the shelves.

Artists can't even tell the public about their grievances because the accounts are not under their own management, and no one will believe them if they register a small number to speak, and once the company discovers it, then according to the overbearing contract signed between the artist and the company, the artist will also have to face sky-high liquidated damages.

Ten years ago, a fierce artist who couldn't stand the monstrous company system jumped off a building and killed himself. Before he did so, he recorded a video telling about the misfortunes he had encountered over the years, and only then did Zhilong Entertainment's shady behavior come to light. However, the artist was not particularly famous, and Huang Zhilong managed to control the public opinion in the first place, paying for connections to remove the video from the Internet, so the matter did not get out of hand. But privately, the video is still spreading on a small scale, and most of Huang Zhilong's fans know about it.

But what's the point of knowing?

The cheek of capital can't even pierce a human life, let alone just a few righteous scornful words from a fan.

Until now, Hu Yi accident, capital to face capital, power to compete for power, Zhilong company's negative news began to spread all over the world.

The relationship between Hu's father and mother is also very hard, Huang Zhilong can not be the same as before to engage in what the whole network to delete the hot search thing, Zhilong Entertainment has become the boiling point of public opinion at this time.

"The people Huang Zhilong victimized could form a company."

"Bah! Which stops, I see there is a regiment. What about the ones listed as clearly dead, and the ones whose whereabouts are unknown?"

"There are a lot of artists who appeared in the early days, you guys check again now, and the last news is that they went to Huang's cross-border entertainment company, and after they left the country, they haven't heard anything at all, and they don't even know if they're dead or alive."

"I really wonder why these artists are willing to leave their homes and go out when they say they will, and they haven't seen anyone who has made a hit when they go out."

"Like being possessed, I'm suspicious that there's a drug trade in this company ......"

The more Xie Qingcheng looked at it, the deeper his frown became.

--

Absolute obedience.

Saying one is not two.

As if they were possessed ......

Never heard from again after leaving the country ......

He could vaguely perceive that by digging deeper into these questions, he would surely find an answer to what he wanted to know.

"Ding-"

That's when the elevator doors opened.

Xie Qingcheng was just about to go in when he met the sight of the man exiting the elevator. It was the director of this private hospital, who was also a bit old.

The doctor was an old friend of Qin Ciyan's, and was also familiar with Xie Qingcheng. He bumped into Xie Qingcheng and nodded, "Ah, Prof. Xie."

"Dean."

"It's so late, Professor Xie came to see his sister?"

"Uh-huh."

"Geez, she's with me, you're all set." Dean paused for a moment, "Rather you ......"

Dean looked at him through his thick lenses and sighed.

"You know the state of your health, you don't need me to remind you again, you have to remember to go back to ......"

The old man was about to say something more specific when Xie Qingcheng's cell phone suddenly rang.

Xie Qingcheng looked at the caller ID and said, "Dean, I have something here, I'll take a call first, let's talk next time."

He said and went into the elevator.

MeiYu is actually the private hospital that he borrowed from when he was in a car accident and Qin Ciyan used RN13 to treat him.

Xie Qingcheng's matter, the dean can't say that he fully understands, but he does know a general idea.

But as an old friend of Qin Ciyan's, the dean has a good sense of what to say and what not to say, and he knows exactly.

He watched Xie Qingcheng leave, sighed, shook his head, and with deep concern in his eyes, he stumbled away on his feet.

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"...... What? He Yu, he went to the Empty Night Club again?"

The call came from Zheng Jingfeng, and Xie Qingcheng got a headache just hearing the name of the store.

Zheng Jingfeng ："Yes, or last time that patrol traffic police saw, I see you quite concerned about him, I'll give you a call, you know, that place is not a good place ......"

Xie Qingcheng felt a sense of déjà vu with this conversation, it seemed like he had heard something similar a fucking year ago.

But at that time he knew why He Yu had degraded himself to fool around in a place like that.

Now he can be completely unclear.

Who pissed him off this time?

Xie Qingcheng, a fire in his chest, and Zheng added--

"The young man drove a new sports car, this time driving faster than a rocket, got out of the car and the traffic police said towed away, fuck, you say he will not be the people's police long-term contemporary driving, right? What's wrong with him? When he didn't come to me, he was still fine."

Xie Qingcheng was so angry that he cursed, "What the hell do I know? I'm pissed off just looking at this bastard!"

After hanging up the phone, Xie Qingcheng nestled a stomach of anger, thinking before and after, or fatherhood, feel that we can not stand idly by.

He didn't owe He Yu anything this time, and he didn't believe and wouldn't tolerate He Yu doing anything animalistic to him again.

With this in mind, Xie Qingcheng got into the car, fastened his seatbelt, and reported the words "Empty Night Club" to the navigation.

Drove off into the dust.

At this time, the sky was already dark, and the entrance to the Empty Night Club was again the usual scene of luxury cars and enchanting beauties.

He Yu sat in the same luxurious top bag as a year ago, leaning on the long black head-calf leather sofa, lighting a cigarette and smoking it slowly.

In front of him was a mountain of champagne towers, surrounded by a group of waiters trying their best to please.

"Mr. He, I'll fill you up."

"You haven't been here for so long, I miss you~"

The waitresses of the club smiled wryly and spoke in a wonderful way, but they couldn't please his heart, so he was a bit frightened.

Mr. He came here and threw away hundreds of thousands of dollars on drinks, if we can't make him happy and at home, we won't be able to get the commission according to the price, not to mention that we will also be scolded by the manager. Therefore, the foreman is anxious, stealing a glance at the side of the speech, suggesting the waiters to do something to please the gold master.

But no matter what they do, He Yu's demeanor remains muted.

They want to toast him, he also drink, he even do not begrudge with them flirting. Just three or two sentences, then suddenly sank face, from gentle and elegant light smile, changed to a cold look at the shadowy not already.

No one knows what he really wants.

One type of people who come to the Empty Night Club are looking for excitement, while the other wants to pursue rowdiness.

Lust was written on the face of the former, and vanity abounded in the eyes of the latter.

He Yu doesn't seem to have any.

Then the foreman thought about it and boldly went up to him and went to recommend more sommelier waiters.

He Yu is more or less drunk, holding a goblet in one hand and chewing with the other.

His almond eyes were lax as he gazed at the lights and booze in front of him, and his gaze seemed to settle on a man who didn't exist.

He was out of it for a moment, then felt ridiculous. Shaking his head, he turned his eyes away.

He said to the foreman, "All right, you let them in."

There were women among the waiters who came this time, yet there were also men.

The maitre d' doesn't have the guts to take a male waiter in front of every guest, she has to observe and ponder, and only when someone like He Yu can't seem to get along with the waitresses, and no one can make him laugh, will she take the dead horse and let the male waiter try to come in and warm up the room.

He Yu lifted his eyes and was just about to scold the foreman for being insensitive when he saw a person.

Tall and handsome.

Has nice peach eyes.

He Yu was quiet for a while, poured a glass of wine at random, held it with both fingers, and pushed it in front of the waiter.

"Drink."

The peach blossom-eyed waiter was also a clever man, and finished the wine in one drink, then said to He Yu: "I can drink as much as I want, but Mr. He, you have to drink less, drinking too much will hurt your body."

He Yu smiled at that, "Here are all the ones who persuade me to drink, you are different."

Finally he said, "You stay."

Not everyone is like Xie Qingcheng, advising him not to drink is really for his sake.

It's just another kind of trick, He Yu Linglong know-how, how can he not understand?

But he let him stay, and then looked across the scarlet wine into those eyes.

The waiter with the peach blossom eyes was flattered by the golden master's favor.

In fact, he this, in the empty night club is not very guests like type. There are not many female customers in the Empty Night Club, and if the male customers like to be accompanied by male waiters, most of them love to pick the kind of slim and charming-looking boys. He thought, he met He Yu today, that is the old heaven opened his eyes, give him a chance ah!

So after the initial constraints, the waiter slowly let go of his guts, and his mind was also wild, always thinking that he could serve He Yu well, and after that he could privately get some good.

He Yu watched him sell his fur without moving, but did not reject it too much.

Until - that waiter deliberately poured some liquor on his lapel in order to tempt He Yu.

Snow-colored clothes, stained with wine.

"Oops. I'm so sorry." The waiter said, before loosening a couple of buttons, deliberately revealing a well-proportioned chest underneath, and leaning over to get some toilet paper to wipe up the wine stains.

He Yu looked at the wine stains on his white shirt and seemed to think of something, his eyes darkened slightly.

But that idiot is also an ungrateful one, and he doesn't use the toilet paper in his hand to reach the box in front of He Yu.

This time and again, the waiter intentionally or unintentionally rubbed against He Yu's leg ......

The face was shady only for a split second.

The smile on the corner of He Yu's lips had not yet thanked him, but his eyes had already steeply turned depressed.

The next moment, the sound of glass breaking, the shrieks of men and women, and He Yu, without a trace of expression on his face, slapped the man who had amused him at first, and who was annoying him at the moment.

"Get off!"

His temperamental behavior made the crowd panic, and the man with the peach blossom eyes was even half-kneeling on the ground, too scared to raise his head.

"Mr. He, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to ......" the man was apologizing sincerely.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Boss He, this clerk is new and lacks discipline, so be generous and don't take it to heart." The foreman also bowed vigorously one by one and proposed all sorts of remedial compensation measures.

He Yu can't listen to anything.

He looked at the man with red eyes, looked at his slightly open lapel, and the red wine ...... of magnificent color in front of the lapel He felt that his bloodlust, which he had managed to suppress only by taking drugs indiscriminately, was burning fiercely again at this time.

He really wants to kill and burn ......

He really wants to get it over with.

The psychosis ate away at his soul, making it seem as if he were nothing but an empty shell. All sorts of vapors kept swaying in his eyes--

He saw Xie Qingcheng gasping for breath, coming to the Empty Night Club to look for him, only to be kicked to the ground on his chest, shattering the wine marquee all over the floor and staining his lapel to crimson.

Xie Qingcheng himself was already in such a sorry state, but still stubbornly said to him: "The human heart is capable of being very strong, He Yu, what you should believe is not me, what you should believe is always your own heart."

He saw himself pressing Xie Qingcheng against the bar, kissing him on the lips in front of everyone, surrounded by people watching and booing, while he whispered in his ear, half coerced, half pleading, asking him to come back to him. He thought Xie Qingcheng had said yes, so he happily went on stage and played guitar.

At that time Xie Qingcheng sat in the crowd, but did not part with him again.

He saw Xie Qingcheng in his twenties quit his job, and the man walked out of the gate of his family's villa with his suitcase, without looking back, the figure getting farther and farther away, and finally disappeared.

And then his own self stumbled to the empty guest room, and in the room tidied up to cleanliness, as if no one had ever frequented it, he saw the book that Xie Qingcheng had left for him.

The handwriting on the book also breathes a sense of toughness and strength.

The man writes:

Kid, one day you'll get out of your heart on your own.

I wish, I could believe that.

Presented by Xie Qingcheng

Xie Qingcheng presents ...... Xie Qingcheng presents ......

He Yu later realized that what Xie Qingcheng gave him was not a book on "Rare Diseases of the World", but the armor and sword to overcome the mental Ai Bola disease, which that man had exchanged with his own blood and tears. He left the blood-stained treasure to the tiny baby dragon, and went on alone without any hesitation.

Xie Qingcheng Courtesy of ......

Xie Qingcheng Gift.

He gifted the last of his blood into an eternal rose. He left it in the guest room in the hope that the tiny child would be able to fine a little bit of the fragrance of life.

Xie Qingcheng Gift.

He Yu closed his eyes, he didn't want to see these visions of the past anymore, he was going to be driven mad and die by these endless visions, he was about to lose control of himself, he was almost about to get up and smash up the place and hurt everyone and make them bleed and make them tremble and make them helpless - he just wanted to get rid of all this... ...

It was at that moment that the door to the box came unexpectedly.

A brisk wind blew outside.

The wind felt like it was blowing the ghostly fire in his heart, and the fire leapt and trembled, and along with it, his pupils began to flicker and get confused.

In the midst of the confusion, He Yu looked up at the man standing in the doorway-

He mourned greatly in his heart.

Because he saw Xie Qingcheng just standing there, just like a year ago when Xie Qingcheng hadn't given up on him and hadn't completely disappointed him.

The only man who ever minded him, and minded him then.

Just stand there.

Xie Qingcheng wearing a neat casual shirt, suit pants, eyes anxious and angry, the contours of the handsome face slightly pale, because of the rush to come very quickly, his breathing is still rapid, lips slightly open, the corner of the forehead also hanging down a few strands of broken hair.

"He Yu!"

"......"

He Yu was stunned.

Is it a hallucination?

It's a hallucination, right? ......

"I ...... I'm so sick ......" A moment later, the young man whose illness had struck him in the heart laughed softly, "How is it that I see you again ......"

He thought he was thinking too obsessively and creating an illusion, so he turned his gaze away from the man in the doorway.

Then he sighed and raised a hand to his burning forehead.

"Xie Qingcheng ...... how come I fled everywhere ...... you won't let me go ......"

"Snap."

The next moment, He Yu's wrist was suddenly clutched by someone.

He Yu paused for a moment and raised his eyes suddenly.

In his blood filled pupils, Xie Qingcheng's figure was clearly reflected.

"Go back with me." Xie Qingcheng also said this to him without asking about the situation.

Not a phantom--

Not a phantom!

The pupils of He Yu's eyes contracted slightly, and there was a halo of uncertainty and suppressed emotions clustering inside.

Xie Qingcheng calmed his rapid breathing--like a year ago--like the day He Yu had longed for, the day he had not yet put him down, and said to him-- -

"He Yu, look at you now, what do you look like!"

It's Xie Qingcheng ...... It's really him!

He Yu's heart was shaking.

Xie Qingcheng Grant ...... Xie Qingcheng Grant. Xie Qingcheng gave him too much, so that after he fell in love with Xie Qingcheng, these gifts and dependence turned into a net that entangled his heart.

At this moment, he finally understood why it wasn't too difficult for him to end his love for Xie Xue, but he couldn't get out of the miasma of desire for Xie Qingcheng.

Because what Xie Xue had given him was companionship.

Xie Qingcheng, on the other hand, gave him all the courage and hope he needed to live.

He was all the light and heat of his past, and having loved the sun, he loved every inch of light, and he was set to wait until this star was extinguished before the fire of love became ashes.

At this moment, He Yu finally realized that since he was seven years old, his life has been closely connected to Xie Qingcheng, his faith is closely related to Xie Qingcheng, and when this trust and dependence finally and irreversibly transformed into love, then--

He would never, in his life, be able to fall so fiercely in love with another person again.