Chapter 489: another person

Chapter 489 Another person
Cheng Yiran was quickly transferred to a senior ward. At night, the clock fell quietly to the hospital.
The bodyguards hired by Feiyun Entertainment outside the ward naturally did not dare to stop.
Cheng Yun said in the dusty side of the clock, "The doctor said that tonight is too late, it will be two days, not sure. Hey, this guy, who knows what car! How these are the stars, always I like to drive a car! Fortunately, it is not drunk driving, or the tail is quite long!"
"The car is what I let him open." The clock is not salty and not rude.
Cheng Yun... The gold medal Ma Zi gently patted his mouth at this moment, and took a step back with his head down. "The media seems to know, I will deal with it."
"Wait, what is that?" Zhongluo dust pointed to a bag on the sofa in the ward - Cheng Yiran asked to carry the bag of his guitar.
Cheng Yun didn't care too much. He said casually: "Oh, it's Cheng Yiran's guitar that never leaves. It's hard to say that the guitar is hard enough, and the front of the car is like that. It doesn't have anything at all. Broken things are bigger than the sports car."
The clock fell into the dust but said: "You have to deal with those reporters. If you need to find someone to replace it, try to keep the negative news down. Right, don't say that he didn't wake up, he said that he needs rest temporarily. Miss also noticed that she is also a shareholder, don't lie."
"I understand, two less." Cheng Yun nodded: "I will do well, rest assured!"
"Go." Zhong Luo dusted and waved. "I will have nothing to wait for, I will go back."
Chengyun opened the door and left.
The clock fell into the dust but took a hand around Cheng Yiran's bed and looked at him. Finally, he did it on the sofa and thought quietly.
At this time, the door opened and a nurse came in and said that it was necessary to change the body temperature to Cheng Yiran. In short, it was only the daily ward round.
The clock did not say anything, even if he knew that the little nurse’s gaze was coming from him from time to time... but his gaze suddenly looked at the black bag.
"Well..." The clock fell over and the bag was lifted over. The face was calm and stunned. Just take the guitar inside and watch it carefully.
He suddenly put his hand on the string. He used to learn piano and has the strength to play in the concert hall... The straight line of Zhongjia must be versatile.
But he does not have the skill of this popular instrument, so he just swayed a few times.
He started using the guitar and observed the reaction of the nurse in the ward - the nurse still sneaked at him.
However, it is clear that this concern is not due to the sound of this guitar.
This makes the clock fall a little frown, considering one thing... Is it just an ordinary guitar for everyone other than Cheng Yiran?
Or, is it just that he can't do it himself? He remembers that this guitar only sounds, no matter what it is, it always carries magic.
The fingers still arbitrarily teased the strings, until the nurse girl finally did not get things, and quite a few reluctantly left the child, the clock fell to the ground before stopping.
Zhong Ding suddenly suddenly wants to let the two bodyguards outside the door try it.
But just as he was going to put this idea into practice, he heard some voices coming from outside the door. The clock fell to the door and fell to the door.
He does not intend to open the door, just intend to listen.
After listening to the reasons for talking outside, the clock fell into the dust for a while, then suddenly opened the door, and asked indifferently... Knowingly asked: "What happened?"
"Mr. Zhong! Sorry, bother you!" A bodyguard was a little flustered at this time.
Another bodyguard said at this moment: "This gentleman said, I want to go in and take a look. We don't let, he just..."
The clock fell on the dust and looked at the people pointed by the two bodyguards.
The age and the course are similar, wearing a overalls, with a strong smell of oil. There are black edges on the fingernails... probably someone who has been working on mechanics for a long time.
There is also an anxious look.
"Who are you?" Zhong Ding waved his hand and let the three people in the pull apart.
"Hello! I, I am called Hong Guan, I am not going to do anything, I am just going to ask about the same situation... He, is he okay?"
"Also..." Zhong Luochen suddenly said: "Who are Cheng Yiran?"
"I am his friend..." Hong Guan said subconsciously, then smiled bitterly: "I used to."
......
"He... how could he be like this? Can he wake up?"
In the ward, Hong Guan looked at Cheng Yiran, who was unconscious. He couldn’t help but ask the clock to fall. He didn’t know what the expensive man was, but remembered that the bodyguard shouted his name,
Mr. Zhong...

"Slight concussion, and a little skin trauma. The doctor said nothing, I will wake up in these two days." The clock fell into disrepair, and asked: "You said, you used to be his friend?"
Hong Guan couldn’t figure out what the man was from, so he shook his head and said: "There is something complicated, nothing... I will come over to see him, nothing will happen. Mr. Zhong, please don't tell him I have been there."
The clock fell into the dust but said: "You deliberately come to the hospital to visit, but do not want him to know, is not to let yourself take a trip?"
Hong Guan smiled and smiled: "Actually my wife is just here. Just upstairs... She is going to be born, I am coming to see her, come every day! Just at the nurses station, I heard the nurse talking about it. There is a star hospitalized... I only know."
The mechanic's wife lives in the ward upstairs...?
The clock fell through the dust and didn't break through these. It just said indifferently: "Since it is here, let's stay more. Cheng Yiran should also want someone to accompany him."
"I... I probably won't." Hong Guan sighed, then looked at the clock and said: "To you, Mr. Zhong, you are..."
"I?" The clock fell a little and smiled: "I am his colleague."
"This way..." Hong Guan nodded and didn't ask much... probably not as simple as an ordinary colleague?
But he stayed here, and it looked awkward, and his eyes couldn't help but turn around... I quickly saw the guitar that was placed on the sofa, and my eyes suddenly lost some attention.
The observation of the falling of the clock is fascinating. Where can I not notice the look of the Hongguan? He silently picked up the guitar and glanced at it: "This is also true. He has never left, and watching is more important than anything else."
Hong Guan nodded and said: "I know."
"It seems that you know the story behind this guitar." Zhong Chenchen then handed the guitar to Hong Guan's hand.
It may have really carried too many memories of Hong Guan and Cheng Yiran, so that Hong Guan did not refuse to take the guitar. Instead, after starting, his eyes softened and his fingers slowly rubbed the guitar. Lettering.
"You sit for a while, I go to the bathroom." Zhongluo suddenly said - walk directly toward the door.
But there is an independent toilet in the ward? Hong Guan didn’t know the thoughts of this noble person for a while, but he didn’t pay much attention... maybe he just didn’t plan to get along with himself?
Hong Guan looked at himself with a greasy overalls.
He also looked at Cheng Yiran, pulled a stool, sat at the bed... He didn't even think about it, and it was in this situation.
Looking at the guy lying on the bed, Hong Guan sighed with a long breath. "What happened to you? You wake up quickly, your career is just getting started, don't fall down in this place, know no ?"
But Cheng Yiran... I am afraid I have not heard it?
The crown looks complicated, and the fingers subconsciously provoked a few on the strings of the guitar - very busy and busy recently, and he has not touched the instrument for some time.
......
After the clock fell, the door didn't leave, just standing outside the door—he didn't even close the door, just sitting in front of the two bodyguards in front of the door and simply took a snoring gesture.
The two naturally did not understand what the ‘Mr.’ wanted to do, but they left the door to stand upright and stand upright.
The clock was just a negative hand looking at the slightly open door, closing his eyes, like waiting for something... what sound.
"What sound?" A bodyguard suddenly glimpsed at this moment, and looked awkward and then intoxicated.
"Is Mr. Cheng awake?" Another bodyguard whispered at this time, but his expression was like enjoying it. "This is his first "Again"? It turned out to be so nice, I didn't have anything before. Find……"
The bell fell into the dust and looked at the moment when they looked at the moment.
But he knows who the person playing the piano is.
(End of this chapter)