Chapter 53:

In the afternoon shooting, Mu Zhouyi did not ng again. She seemed to finally find the feeling, and she seemed to be taken up by the of acting. Ye Bing stepped out of the script after raising her hand to escape.
All the close-ups of one morning passed by. Xu Heng's expression finally eased, and Shen Yan's frowned eyebrows slowly loosened.
After the close-up shot, Xie Yang took the violin and prepared to exit.
"Xie Yang." Mu Zhouyi chased up and stood in front of Xie Yang, full of embarrassment and guilt, "You worked hard with me all the time, and I am so sorry for the delay in the morning."
Xie Yang Yu Guang glanced at the staff who looked around here, and Zhao Muzhou smiled and said that it was okay, staggered and prepared to leave.
"Wait a minute!" Mu Zhouyi suddenly reached out to Xie Yang's hand holding the violin.
Xie Yang didn't expect Mu Zhouyi to approach suddenly under the large crowd. When he realized that Mu Zhouyi's intention was to avoid, the skin on the wrist had been touched by Mu Zhouyi's fingertips.
Strong strange waves spread violently from the place where the skin touches towards the inside of the body, the brain suddenly faints, the core of the power is unprecedentedly clear, the world in front of him begins to rotate, and the nausea is so strong that it seems that one mouth will spit out.
Mu Zhouyi withdrew his hand after just touching it, pointing to the violin, saying: "I'm sorry, this is a prop, I can't let you take it away."
Xie Yang's body tilted imperceptibly, and he stood still. He took a deep breath and controlled the expression on his face with his strong willpower. He was facing Mu Zhouyi and handed the violin to him, saying: "Sorry, I didn't pay attention for a while, thank you for reminding me."
"It's okay. Well, about what you said in the car yesterday, I want to explain it to you. Will you have time?"
How will people who have been used with golden fingers respond?
Xie Yang barely kept awake, nodded, and said, "Sometimes, seniors will come to me when they are busy."
"That's really great, I will go to you as soon as possible."
Mu Zhouyi left with a violin.
Xie Yang put his hands in his pockets, squeezed firmly, turned around and walked back to Long Shuyou to sit down, took out his mobile phone and called Wu Shui.
"boss?"
"come here."
Xie Yang hung up and pressed his eyebrows.
Longshu You Chao Xieyang looked and asked, "What's wrong with you? His face is a bit bad."
Xie Yang expressionless: "Diarrhea, after all, I ate poisoned apples at noon."
Long Shuyou: "..."
Wu Shui came quickly.
Xie Yang stood up and said, "Come with me to the toilet."
Wu Shui froze for a moment, then nodded at the dragon tree with a wrinkled face, and quickly followed Xie Yang's footsteps.
Xie Yang shook his body as soon as he walked out of the crowd gathering center, reaching for the shelf next to it. Wu Shui was shocked and stepped forward to support Xie Yang, anxiously saying, "What's wrong with your boss?"
"It's okay... Maybe it's hypoglycemia, you send me to the toilet, and I wash my face. If someone asks where I am, you say my stomach is uncomfortable and I have to find a place to rest, understand?
Wu Shui nodded quickly and put Xie Yang's body into the toilet.
The toilets in the studio are in good condition, with compartments. Xie Yang sent Wu Shui to buy coffee. He found a compartment and went to lock the door. Then he put the toilet lid down and sat on it, raising his hands and holding his head tightly.
The awakening of power once experienced throughout the body, the brain swells, the limbs are weak, the throat becomes dry, dizzy, and breathing is difficult.
Xie Yang knows what changes his body will have next.
After a maximum of four hours, he will have a sudden high fever, and in severe cases, he will be unconscious. You can have abilities if you support the past.
He took a big breath and wanted to vomit but couldn't spit it out, couldn't help but grab the piece of skin that had just been touched by Mu Zhou with his other hand, tightening it hard, trying to use pain to suppress the strange wave that was still going on .
Can't be found wrong by Mu Zhouyi, can't hide here forever.
Qiu Xing...
He bit the tip of his tongue hard, and the smell filled his mouth instantly.
The sharp pain depressed the nausea, and Xie Yang forced himself to sit upright, his swollen eyes wide, and his throat rolled, swallowing all the blood in his mouth, his eyes full of cruelty.
No one wants to control his life, likes and dislikes, no one can do it.
I don't know how long it has passed since Wu Shui's voice rang outside the compartment.
Xie Yang moved his eyes, got up and opened the door of the box, and walked straight to the washbasin to bend over and poured his face hard with cold water.
Wu Shui was taken aback by Xie Yang's appearance and stepped forward: "Boss, you look very wrong, are you really just hypoglycemic?"
"It's okay." Xie Yang straightened up, looked at himself with blushing eyes in his glasses, turned to Wu Shui to come and wiped his face with a tissue, slowly adjusted his breathing, and determined that no one would hear anything wrong. "It's estimated that it's unacceptable. Just hold it down. Have you bought the coffee?"
"I bought it and the coffee was not good enough to be brought into the toilet. I put it under the flower bed outside."
Xie Yang went out to sit on the flower bed, opened the coffee Wu Shui bought, and opened a big mouthful. The bitter taste and refreshing effect of coffee slightly relieves a little discomfort in the brain, and the strange fluctuations in the skin of the wrist are gradually weakening over time.
Xie Yang tried to focus on the pain at the tip of the tongue, ignoring the discomfort of the body, and asked, "How long have I been out?"
"About twenty minutes. Boss, I'll take you to the hospital to see, you look really bad."
Twenty minutes, Mu Zhouyi's golden finger effect will last up to ten minutes.
enough.
Xie Yang finished his last sip of coffee, got up and threw the coffee cup into the trash, said: "Back to the studio."
...
Xie Yang was blocked by Mu Zhouyi once on the set, and Mu Yanyi followed Shen Yan.
"Xie Yang, what's wrong with you? Master Long said you are a little uncomfortable."
Xie Yang put his hands in his pockets, making sure that only his facial skin was exposed, and replied: "It worried the senior, but it was a bit troubling."
Mu Zhouyi's tone became awkward and replied: "Well, do you want to get your medicine? Your assistant may not know where the pharmacy is near the studio."
"It's okay, I'm not feeling sick now. Is the senior looking for me?"
This is exactly what Mu Zhouyi meant. She glanced at Shen Yan beside her and said to Xie Xiang: "Let's find a quiet place to speak."
The three went to Shen Yan's dressing room, and Shen Yan once again kept his assistant outside the door.
Xie Yang highly doubts that Shen Yan has just been used by Mu Zhouyi's favorability skills, otherwise how could he listen to Mu Zhouyi's words so much.
The three of them were seated separately, probably because the duration of the skill was about to pass. Mu Zhouyi sat down and began to explain directly: "Xie Yang, actually... Actually, I do have a good impression on Qing Lin, but I have always cared about his family background, I don’t dare to show my heart to him. You were right in the car before. I shouldn’t take care of him because I like him. I’m too rude and unpretentious. There’s also eavesdropping. I’m really not Intentionally, when I heard a noise downstairs and worried about Qing Lin's body, I secretly went downstairs. I actually didn't hear two words from your conversation. I know I did something wrong, and I'm really sorry."
Xie Yang looked at Mu Zhouyi unexpectedly.
Actually admitted his feelings for Feng Qinglin? What is this, can't clarify to simply admit, please the family of the future boyfriend?
Mu Zhouyi looked at Shen Yan again and apologized: "Brother Shen, I am sorry to let you hear this. I will deal with private affairs more carefully in the future. There are also things that have been in poor condition this morning. I am really sorry. I have encountered something, and I have been restless, so... really sorry."
Shen Yan frowned for a moment, then let go, shaking his head gently and said: "It doesn't matter, everyone has a bad condition."
Mu Zhouyi relaxed, and stood up: "Thank you for your tolerance and consideration. Then let's go out, Xu Dao should find us later."
After the brief explanation meeting ended, Xian Yang noticed that the strange wave on his wrist disappeared when he walked out of Shen Yan's makeup room. He looked sideways at Shen Yan, who stepped back, and asked, "How do you feel?"
Shen Yan looked at Xie Yang strangely: "What?"
It seems that this one is still affected by the skills.
Xie Yang shook his head and said nothing, returned to Long Shuyou and sat down.
In the following time, Xie Yang performed as usual, except that his face was worse than usual, and he could not see any signs of physical discomfort.
Two hours later, the whole day of shooting finally ended. Xie Yang returned to the hotel with the crew of the crew. After entering the door, the ease of his face disappeared instantly, and he directly leaned against the door.
The brain seemed to be burning, he touched his forehead, and it really started to heat up.
It happened so fast.
He walked vigorously to the bed and threw himself up, looking at the ceiling with his eyes wide open.
He had to stay away from Mu Zhouyi temporarily, and had to find a quiet place to pass the awakening period... He rolled over, pulled out his phone from his pocket, and watched the passage of time silently.
About an hour later, he finally moved, dialed Wu Shui's phone, and said in his final sober: "Come to my room, take me to the hospital, don't say anything, and when you arrive at the hospital, you will notify Xu Heng separately of my illness. Please take a few days off for me. Remember, don’t tell the hospital where I live to other than Xu Heng. I don’t want anyone to come to the hospital.
After that, let go of my hand and let me pass out.
...
The body seemed to be put in a steamer, and I didn't know how long it had passed. The temperature in the steamer finally dropped slightly.
Xie Yang opened his eyes.
The body is still very hot, the smell of disinfection water is floating in the air, the ceiling is very strange, and the potion is hanging next to it.
It's a hospital.
Xie Yang moved, and Yu Guang noticed a familiar figure standing at the door of the ward with his back turned to this side, and a vague voice came from there.
"Mr. Qiu, how is Xie Yang today?"
Qiu Xing icy and sneered with a hint of mockery: "How does he have anything to do with you? Wu Shui, send Miss Mu away."