Chapter 70 A 'shallow kiss' visits Jiang Ye

  Lin Jiao didn't mean to force it.

   She picked up a glass of red wine and handed it to him, her eyes shone with light: "Uncle, can you speak French?"

"Won't."

   "Where's Qu Shao?"

   Pei Zhi retracted his gaze from her lips and took two sips of red wine: "He can't even speak English well."

   "That's the only way to find a translator."

"what?"

   "I said..." When Lin Jiao approached his ear, her lips accidentally brushed his chin.

   She raised her voice: "Let you find a translator!"

   Pei Zhi did not respond.

   His back froze, all he could think about was that fatal touch, and his mind was buzzing.

   "Uncle?" Lin Jiao, who had no feeling for the "shallow kiss", asked suspiciously, "Did you hear that?"

   Pei Zhi's thoughts returned to the cage: "Huh?"

"translate."

   "I heard." He drank all the wine in the glass to relieve the dryness in his throat: "I'll look for it tomorrow."

  Lin Jiao thought it was too much to talk like this, and after getting a response, she opened the distance.

   She opened her phone and was about to take a look at the Paris travel guide, when Pei Yilan hurried over to divert her attention.

   "Beautiful, I have to go first." She said while putting on her coat, her brows and eyes filled with anxiety.

"What's wrong?"

   "Jiang Ye is in the hospital."

   "Suddenly?" Lin Jiao put down her phone and helped her button the two buttons on her neckline: "Which hospital is he in?"

   "Benevolence."

   "Then I'll accompany you there."

   "No." Pei Yilan didn't want to spoil her happiness.

   She stuffed the lipstick scattered on the sofa into her bag, brushed her clothes and stood up: "I'll call you again if the situation is serious."

  Lin Jiao insisted on taking her to the door.

   She watched Pei Yilan get on the taxi, and repeatedly urged: "Be careful on the road, and tell me when you get there."

   "Okay." Pei Yilan motioned for the master to drive.

   She looked out the window anxiously. When the car stopped at Rende's gate, she put down a hundred yuan and ran to the inpatient department.

  Yang Qifeng, who was waiting outside the ward, caught a glimpse of her figure and waved quickly.

   He caught the worry in her eyes and thought that he was right: "I'm sorry, I asked you to run so late."

   "It's okay, what's the matter with him?"

   "The doctor said it was stomach bleeding."

   Pei Yilan frowned and looked in through the glass on the door: "Is it caused by drugs?"

   Yang Qifeng shook his head dejectedly: "We met with the investors tonight. They deliberately made things difficult for him and made him drink a lot."

   "Why didn't you stop?"

   "He can only get a chance to audition by drinking, how can I stop him?"

   Pei Yilan was silent for a long time.

   She clutched the strap of the satchel and asked softly, "Brother Feng, is there any difficulty for him?"

"This…"

   "Can't you tell?"

  Yang Qifeng rubbed his face: "Jiang Ye is very arrogant. I'm afraid he doesn't want you to know."

   The more he is like this, the easier it is for Pei Yilan to think of some messy things, and his heart is so messed up.

   She turned to Yang Qifeng, and her voice became more and more urgent: "Can I pretend that I don't know?"

   Yang Qifeng hesitated.

   He met her gaze, struggled for a long time and finally said, "He signed an agreement with the company before, if he doesn't receive the show within the stipulated time, he will be buried in the snow."

   Pei Yilan doesn't know much about the entertainment industry: "Does every artist have to sign this kind of agreement?"

"no."

   "Then why did he sign?"

   "To fight for a breath." Yang Qifeng wasn't sure how much she could do for Jiang Ye, so he didn't tell her everything.

  He bowed tiredly: "Now those directors and investors are all looking after people. It's hard for people like us who don't have power and power to be picked. Maybe the only way is to hide."

   Pei Yilan knows how cruel 'Xue Zang' is to an entertainer who loves acting.

   She didn't want to see Jiang Ye who lost her light and was buried: "How long will the agreement expire?"

   "October 1st." Yang Qifeng opened the screen and glanced at the calendar: "There are fifteen days left."

   "Enough." Pei Yilan loosened the strap in his hand and said firmly, "I will help him find a suitable script."

   "Miss Pei, we appreciate your kindness." Yang Qifeng waved his hand and refused very simply.

   He twitched the corners of his mouth bitterly: "I don't need to bother you about this, I'll help him find a few more to try."

   "I don't find it troublesome."

"But…"

   "There is no but, so it's decided." Pei Yilan's determination will not change.

   She stood up: "I'll go in and see him."

   "Well." Yang Qifeng didn't say anything about refusal, he opened the door for her: "Call me for something."

   Pei Yilan nodded.

   She walked to the hospital bed and saw those blurred eyes looking over, her heartbeat slowed for half a beat.

   He didn't seem to be awake yet, staring at her for a long time without responding, looking at her inexplicably cute.

   "Jiang Ye, are you feeling better?"

   A familiar voice came to his ears, and Jiang Ye, who was still awake, was certain that he was not dreaming.

   He coughed twice: "Much better."

   Pei Yilan adjusted the height of the head of the bed and fed the freshly poured water to his mouth.

   She moves very carefully, for fear that if one is not careful, he will choke on him: "Do you still drink?"

   "No." Jiang Ye leaned against the pillow weakly.

   He had just drank so much wine, and his mind was still a little confused. After a long time, he remembered to ask her: "Why are you here?"

   "Brother Feng called me." Pei Yilan sat beside the bed and twisted the quilt for him: "Don't you want to see me?"

"too late."

   "It's not even eleven o'clock, how late is it?"

   "Aren't you going to go to work tomorrow?" Jiang Ye raised his hand that didn't have a drip and pressed his sore temple.

   "Working doesn't affect seeing you."

   Pei Yilan went around the end of the bed and sat on his right, rubbing his temples for him.

   Her strength was very light, and Jiang Ye was so drowsy from being rubbed that he even narrowed his eyes.

   He said slowly, "Thank you."

   "I don't want a verbal thank you."

   "Then what do you want?"

   Pei Yilan leaned over to his ear, her tone seemed to be joking, but there was anticipation in her eyes: "How about you kiss me?"

   Jiang Ye paused for half a minute.

   He fluttered his eyelashes and looked up at her a second before he couldn't resist the sleepiness: "Go home early."

   "You haven't answered me yet."

"Good night."

   Light breathing sounded after a while.

   Pei Yilan, who didn't get a response, leaned close to his ear reluctantly: "Jiang Ye, if you ignore me, I will kiss you."

   "Jiang Ye?"

   "I really kissed."

  “…”

  The environment so quiet that you can hear the needle drop indirectly amplifies the two heartbeats with different frequencies.

   Pei Yilan, who stared at his face, grabbed his collar and branded a mark between his eyebrows.

   She clutched her heart where the deer were pounding, like a child who had tasted honey, and smiled contentedly.

   (end of this chapter)