MTL - Dressed As the Actor’s Fiancée-Chapter 1 discharge

Knowing that patients in car accidents were not admitted to internal medicine, Yu Mian and Lin Jianshen went upstairs to the surgery department.

Before asking at the nurse's station, Yu Mian told Lin Jianshen to keep quiet.

After all, he is a public figure, even if he wears a mask to cover half of his face, but just looking at the brows and eyes that are exposed outside, light and meaningful as if painted in ink, is extremely eye-catching.

If he was allowed to speak again, that highly recognizable voice would most likely be recognized by others.

Yu Mian doesn't want to see her idol fall into a scandal. The media paparazzi in the entertainment industry have no limit to breaking the news. If they find out that Lin Jianshen is in and out of the hospital, they may write "The actor appeared in the hospital, suspected of being seriously ill", "Shocking! It's revealed on the Internet that the movie star is pretending to be admitted to the hospital, will he meet his mysterious girlfriend?" and other shocking articles.

"Hi, may I ask if there is a person named Yu Mian here?"

"Yu Mian? Yes, who are you?" The nurse at the front desk sized them up, turned her gaze around Lin Jianshen's mask-covered face, and asked.

Yu Mian said what she had thought up in advance: "We are her friends. We heard that she had a car accident, so we wanted to come and see her."

"Yu Mian's rescue was invalid and her death was confirmed. Someone just issued a discharge certificate for her, and she is no longer in the hospital. You guys are late."

With a buzzing sound in her head, Yu Mian asked in surprise, "Isn't she an orphan? Who will go through the formalities for her?"

The shock on her face, no one knows better than her, Yu Mian has been reclusive for so many years, she has no close contacts at all, and it is impossible to have friends who are close enough to come to collect her body. Hearing what the nurse said, it was her first time The immediate reaction was disbelief.

Seeing her red eyes, the nurse kindly reminded her, "It should be a friend of hers. If I remember correctly, my surname is Wen."

Yu Mian suddenly realized that it was him. The friend named Wen by the nurse, if correct, should be Wen Quyi, and indeed Yu Mian's acquaintance.

Wen Quyi is Yu Mian's neighbor, she and she can be said to be childhood sweethearts, the two grew up together, and later Yu Mian's parents died in an accident, and the Wen family helped her many times.

Until the two graduated from high school, Wen Quyi was admitted to an internationally renowned art academy, while Yu Mian chose an ordinary local comprehensive university. In order to take care of their son, the Wen family quickly moved out of X City, and they have been living together ever since. There is no contact.

Maybe the hospital couldn't contact anyone, so she called Wen's number stored in her mobile phone.

Without seeing "Yu Mian", the two returned without success.

Lin Jianshen kept silent all the way, since Yu Mian asked him, he walked beside her without saying a word, without saying a word.

Too many things happened this morning, Yu Mian had long since lost her sad mood, her thoughts were racing, she would pay attention to the people around her from time to time, trying to see what he was thinking, but found that she couldn't see anything.

Sometimes I think about Wen Quyi, and think about the ending of the original self who was taken away.

Walking absent-mindedly to the door of the ward, the person in front suddenly stopped, Yu Mian subconsciously stopped, and looked at him blankly.

"Sorry, I have to go first, I'm running out of time."

Lin Jianshen raised his hand, revealing a quartz watch on his wrist, with a simple black dial and silver hands, which looked stylish and majestic.

Yu Mian suddenly remembered that Lin Jianshen was filming a movie recently, and she only saw the news that he had joined the group a few days ago, so she must have spared time to come to the hospital today, and he was willing to accompany her to find "Yu Mian" Sleep", spending time on things that have nothing to do with him.

"Okay, you go, thank you for coming to see me." She was warm and grateful in her heart, after thinking about it, she couldn't help telling, "Don't be too tired from filming, and pay more attention to your body."

"En." Lin Jianshen nodded, took one last look at her, turned around and strode away.

Perhaps because he was afraid of being recognized by others, he did not take the elevator, but took the stairs on the other side of the safe passage. Yu Mian watched his leaving back, the hem of his clothes fluttered and disappeared at the corner of the stairs, she stood there for a while, then returned to the ward.

…

Coming down from the stairwell on the seventh floor, a man in a jacket was squatting on the steps smoking a cigarette. Seeing Lin Jianshen coming out, he stubbed out the cigarette **** and stood up, pointing to the phone screen: "It's a bit late for you."

Lin Jianshen didn't even look at him, and walked straight out. The man didn't care, threw the cigarette **** into the trash can beside him, and followed.

"How is your little fiancée?" the man, Lin Jianshen's manager and assistant, Dai Zhong asked gossipingly.

After staying with Lin Jianshen, a man of few words and few words, Dai Zhong gradually became chatty. Even if Lin Jianshen didn't answer, he could talk for a long time by himself.

"She didn't scold you, did she? I heard that she was admitted to the hospital to chase stars and lose weight. Did you go in and ask her? Is she really going to divorce you for Chu Yan?"

The two arrived at a low-key black car, Lin Jianshen got into the back seat, and Dai Zhong walked around to the front and sat in the driver's seat.

Didn't ask what he wanted to hear, Dai Zhong poked his head from the front, and said in a very resentful tone: "Why are you still so calm? You see how dedicated Chu Yan is, and he goes on all kinds of variety shows, how can he look like you?" Even if he doesn't participate in the event, if he can **** your little fiancee this time, the next step will be your fan!"

Lin Jianshen took off his mask, with a slight coldness lingering between his brows, his expression was indifferent: "So what?"

Dai Zhong was about to be laughed angrily by him: "That's your fiancee!" Can a normal man tolerate wearing a cuckold?

"It's just a business marriage." A girl with teary eyes told him that she didn't like Chu Yan. Lin Jianshen paused and added, "She said she doesn't like Chu Yan."

"Do you believe what people say? Do you know how popular Chu Yan is now? Old girls like her like this kind of fresh meat. Eight out of ten are Chu Yan's fans!"

"Oh."

With this lukewarm look again, it seemed that his worries were superfluous.

Dai Zhong was already annoyed by his attitude, so he didn't bother to talk to him anymore, so he changed the subject and said, "That senior fan of yours is the one who leaves you messages every day, Kapok, why didn't she come out today?"

After following Lin Jianshen for five years, Dai Zhong had already discovered the existence of this fan. At the same time, he also knew that Lin Jianshen paid special attention to kapok.

Sure enough, before Dai Zhong could finish speaking, Lin Jianshen took out his phone and clicked on the Weibo interface.

The upper one is his trumpet, and his tuba has been left to Dai Zhong to take care of. He usually sends out work promotions and so on, and there are not many personal things.

The trumpet is also cold, with only one follower, who is also his most frequent visitor, with a simple nickname of two words, kapok.

The head portrait is a piece of pure white paper, on which is written a line of beautiful words in ink and ink: I see deer when the forest is deep, whales when the sea is blue, and you when I am dreaming.

He clicked on her profile picture, flipped through her homepage, and sure enough, there was no new news released today.

Every day at eight o'clock in the morning, Kapok would send a message to Aitlin Jianshen. Most of the time, it was just a good morning or what the weather was like today.

This behavior is very common, it is a very common check-in with idols, but when this matter persisted for several years, when he fell into a trough and faced setbacks, these beautiful and encouraging words full of love for him were just have a different meaning.

Seeing his reaction from the rearview mirror, Dai Zhong clicked his tongue a few times: "Are you panicking? What will you do if the kapok powder falls on someone else?"

But Dai Zhong just said this casually. After so many years, he also knows how loyal this fan is. Will Kapok follow other stars? The odds are too low.

As far as he knows, when Lin Jianshen first entered the circle, when he was still an unknown 38th-tier star, Kapok had already become his fan, and he checked in every day without interruption for eight years.

Later, Lin Jianshen gradually became popular, and there were a lot of right and wrong. She was also the one who bravely stood up and organized a fan group for him. Every time Lin Jianshen was attacked by public opinion, it was she who charged forward for him.

Dai Zhong has expressed emotion countless times that Lin Jianshen has a good fan.

For eight years like a day, he was the only fan. There are endless stars in the entertainment industry, and countless fans come and go. If you are a fan today, you can turn black tomorrow, and you will be swayed by rumors and public opinion. She is the only one who is unwavering and sticks to him.

Dai Zhong was curious about Mu Mian's real identity, and he had guessed whether this person might be known by Lin Jianshen in real life, but Mu Mian protected his own information very well and had a quiet personality. Understatedly outrageous.

Frowning slightly, Lin Jianshen didn't speak, tapped his fingertips on the phone screen, edited a sentence and sent it out.

Lu: Why didn't you check in today? are you sick?

The sky outside the window was gloomy like it was about to rain, the light in the back seat was dim, and the light from the mobile phone screen was projected on his face. The bridge of the man's nose was straight, and half of his face was hidden in the shadows. His dark eye pupils were covered by thick eyelash feathers. Bright light.

After not receiving a reply for a long time, the corners of his lips unconsciously pursed slightly, drawing a straight line.

…

In the hospital, not long after Yu Mian arrived at the ward, Yu's parents came back, and they had completed the discharge certificates, and they prepared to leave the hospital without hesitation.

There are not many things to pack, Yu Mian itself has no major problems, it is almost enough to replenish enough energy, so apart from some tonics, the rest are her personal belongings, because she came in a hurry, the most important thing is a cell phone.

Holding the latest Mango phone, Yu Mian looked at the photo of Chu Yan printed on the phone case, her mood remained unchanged.

She unlocked it with her fingerprint, and the image of Chu Yan on the background of the desktop came into view. When she opened Weibo, she saw a bunch of reposts of Chu Yan's Weibo on Yu Mianmian's Weibo, as well as countless rainbow farts that boast about idols every day. My heart stopped beating.

Yu Mian pinched the phone, wondering whether to continue to use Yu Mianmian's original account, or to register a new one? After all, she has changed her identity now, so she can't use her Weibo account, but she needs another account for Yu Mianmian.

Her style is different from the original body, and she is afraid that someone who cares will find something wrong, and she doesn't want to delete Yu Mianmian's Weibo, these are the proof of the other party's existence, and they are the traces left by that girl in this world, she can't bear it erase.

Before she could think it over, Madam Yu called her over there: "Mianmian, let's go."

Yu Mian replied "Okay" and ran over, the driver of Yu's family, Uncle Liu, opened the door and smiled kindly at her.

An elderly elder smiled at herself, Yu Mian was a little embarrassed, she replied with a soft smile, "Hello, Uncle Liu."

Uncle Liu showed a flattered expression, and the smile on his face was a little more kind, and he carefully protected Yu Mian and got into the car.

Mrs. Yu was also in the back seat, and as soon as Yu Mian sat on it, she took her arm affectionately, "Mian Mian, let's go to your place first, pack up your luggage, and then go home."