The two quilts had already been messily hooked together, and Wei Zhe took the coat hanging aside and put it on without changing his face.

Even very indifferently, he took another women's coat with one hand and handed it to Yan Jiayi.

He casually put on his clothes and stroked his messy hair, looking at him like a temporary visitor at home.

Yan Jiayi is different, at least, she can't do this, cough cough, cheeky.

She looked left and right, why was there no scarf in the ward?

It's good to wrap your face in the end, and it's good to be a director who doesn't have to face gossip for a while.

Although Fu Qingrong likes to joke with Wei Zhe in private, he also knows that the young girl is thin-skinned and easy to be shy, so in addition to secretly squeezing his eyebrows at Wei Zhe and making fun of him.

When he speaks, he is serious.

Director Fu was visiting the sick when he was a child, so he carried a big fruit basket in his hand and closed the door of the ward with his backhand.

After handing the fruit basket to Wei Zhe, he said with a smile: "You should know what Xiao Yan likes, and I'll give it to her later." ”

Looking at the obviously gossipy smile on the fat director's face, Wei Zhe felt that his eyes were spicy and he didn't really want to pay attention to it.

also deliberately, Director Fu added: "Am I coming at the wrong time to disturb you?" ”

Director, can you not be so obvious with the gloating gossip smile on your face?

Yan Jiayi wanted to say that the director was misunderstood, Wei Zhe and me, we are innocent.

But she couldn't say it, not to mention that she and Wei Zhe were actually not so completely innocent.

Besides, the director actually didn't say anything, don't you have to rush to explain it yourself to confirm the sentence "There are no silver three hundred taels here"?

So, Yan Jiayi could only blush, didn't dare to say anything, and hid in the corner and pretended to tidy up her appearance.

Over there, Wei Zhe had already invited Fu Qingrong to sit on the sofa on one side.

Because it is a single sofa, the fat director alone has occupied all the positions, and Wei Zhe can only be on the small bed opposite the director.

Ahem, Shi Shiran sat down.

This posture is really like a male host of the family calmly entertaining guests who come to the door rashly under the situation of embarrassment at home.

Yan Jiayi became more and more embarrassed, and coughed desperately.

Fu Qingrong pretended not to see the two actors and actresses in his crew hugging each other in the same bed in their private lives when they entered the door, but only enthusiastically asked about Yan Jiayi's physical recovery.

Knowing that she would be discharged from the hospital tomorrow, Director Fu suddenly slapped his head in a state of realization.

"If I knew that I wouldn't have to make this trip, anyway, Wei Zhe is here to take care of you, so there's nothing to worry about."

Without waiting for Yan Jiayi to speak, as soon as she turned her head, Fu Qingrong raised her eyebrows at Wei Zhe.

The tone of his voice was full of ridicule: "I never knew you were such a kind person, and you would take the initiative to send her to the hospital when the actress in the same crew was sick." But Ah Zhe, how did you know that Jiayi was sick in the middle of the night? ”

He also emphasized the "middle of the night", which was matched by a cheap smile on his face.

Rao is Yan Jiayi, and she can't have more serious respect for such a big director in private.

Yan Jiayi's face was loveless, but seeing Wei Zhe beside her, she also had an indifferent attitude, so she could only answer this question by herself.

"Play."

Whether the other party believes it or not, it can only be such a standard answer.