He wiped the sweat stains on his forehead and took a look, "The treatment was good. It does need stitches. I have brought my medical kit. Mr. Ji can just lie down for a while and he will be fine."

"By the way, does Mr. Ji need anesthesia?"

Ji Zhixiu raised his eyebrows and refused, "No need."

Jiang Mian asked, "It won't leave any scars, will it?"

The personal doctor waved his hands repeatedly, "It's not that bad. I'll leave some ointment for Mr. Ji later. Just apply it on time."

"That's good."

The doctor opened the medicine box and threaded the needle and thread. "Mr. Ji, it will hurt a little without anesthesia. You have to bear with it."

Ji Zhixiu closed his eyes and sighed. He didn't like the feeling of his body not being controlled, so he refused to take anesthesia. When the doctor saw that he was ready, he bent down and pointed at the wound on his forehead...

He moved slowly and seemed more nervous than Ji Zhixiu. Finally, after about ten minutes, he announced, “It's over."

The man didn't even hum from the beginning to the end. If it weren't for the bulging veins on the back of his hands, he would have thought he was indifferent. After hearing him say it was over, he slowly opened his eyes.

The doctor put the things away and said, "Mr. Ji also needs to pay attention to some dietary aspects and eat light foods. Apply these two ointments once in the morning and once in the evening."

Jiang Mian accepted it for him and said seriously, "Okay, I understand. Thank you doctor."

"You're welcome."

"Let Xiang Long take you back."

The doctor thanked him, "That's great. Thank you, Mr. Ji."

He took a taxi when he came here. Now it's not easy to get a taxi from Ji Zhixiu when he goes back. It would be best if someone gave it to me.

After they left, Jiang Mianwo sat on the sofa and read the instructions for the two ointments carefully, "Shall I apply it to you now?"

Ji Zhixiu didn't care about these things, and the scar on his forehead was not obvious behind the broken hair. Seeing that Jiang Mian seemed to be very concerned, he gently pulled Jiang Mian into his arms with his long arm, and said in a joking voice, “What, are you afraid that I will lose my appearance?"

His original intention was to make a joke. After all, looking at the heavy look on the little girl's face, he thought something serious had happened.

However, Jiang Mian glared at him and ignored him. He unscrewed the ointment and squeezed some ointment onto his fingertips. He lifted his hair and applied it gently on the wound.

Ji Zhixiu touched his nose. Her eyes were focused and her movements were gentle. Ji Zhixiu simply buried himself on her shoulder and said with a hint of weariness, "When are you leaving?"

"The day after tomorrow." Jiang Mian put the ointment on and put it in the storage box on the coffee table. "Don't forget to apply it. I put it here for you."

"Okay." He agreed immediately.

The man closed his eyes, and his thick and thick eyelashes cast a faint shadow on his eyelids. When he was not speaking, he looked extremely indifferent. But Jiang Mian knew that Ji Zhixiu was not like this, at least he had never been like this to her.

Therefore, she didn't want to see any harm on Ji Zhixiu, and she wouldn't allow it.

…

Jiang Mian came back from vacation for two days, and Ji Zhixiu also postponed company affairs for two days, leaving all the power to Fan Cheng.

Seeing that the two of them had reconciled, Xiao Hei asked Xiao Bai, "Who won the bet we made last time?"

Xiaobai was silent, "I don't know who bowed his head first between the president and the young lady."

"How about you go and ask?"

Xiaobai looked at Xiaohei as if he were a fool, "I won't go."

"Let's treat this bet as a draw."

"OK."

The two reached a consensus.

Afterwards, Shen Tingyu made a phone call.

Ji Zhixiu's problem of not liking to write notes was completely cured by Shen Tingyu. The last time she called, it was precisely because she didn't make a note that Fan Chengyi accidentally admitted her mistake, and Shen Tingyu followed suit.

Afterwards, Jiang Mian made notes on all the numbers Ji Zhixiu knew on his phone. Now looking at the three characters Shen Tingyu flashing on the screen, Jiang Mian held up Ji Zhixiu's cell phone and asked, "Do you want to answer?"

Ji Zhixiu turned over a page of the book in his hand without raising his head, “If you want to answer, you can answer. If you don't want to, just hang up."

So Jiang Mian decisively hung up the phone.

She and Shen Tingyu had nothing to say.

This was the first time that Shen Tingyu was hung up on by Ji Zhixiu. She clenched her phone and dialed again without giving up, but no one answered.

The assistant reminded her, “Sister, the director called you over."

The director was already very dissatisfied with her being late yesterday, and she couldn't lose any more impression points in front of him. Shen Tingyu handed her the phone and calmed down, "I know."

After two days passed, Jiang Mian returned to the set.

Director Wang saw her and waved quickly, "Come on, I want to add a scene between you and Xing Yang here."

Jiang Mian went over and lowered his head to read the script. Xing Yang was the male protagonist in the book. He has excellent academic performance and good family background. Everyone in the class dislikes him. This naturally includes the heroine.

But no one knows. Perhaps only Chen Wenya's diary knows, and only the lotus seed candy Chen Wenya puts on Xingyang's table after school every day knows.

Xing Yang fell seriously ill when he was about to take the college entrance examination, and everyone was worried. The heroine Chen Wenya was no exception. She was sent by the teacher to deliver notes to Xing Yang, and then she made a bowl of soft-boiled eggs herself.

Xing Yang took it like good medicine and went back to class the next day.

Xing Yang always thought that after the college entrance examination was over and the dust settled, he would confess to Chen Wenya. It's a pity that there is no future.

Youth is always inevitably filled with regrets, sadness, and sadomasochism. Jiang Mian truly cried several times during this script. She had no objection to the plot added by the director, "What did Movie Emperor Song say?"

"He, Xingjia's flight is delayed, and he will probably arrive late. Don't worry about him, he will definitely have no objection if you agree." Director Wang waved his hand.

"You prepare this scene first, and you can shoot the rest after Xingjia arrives."

Jiang Mian nodded, "Okay."

Li Laidi stood behind the crowd and followed Jiang Mian with his eyes. Suddenly his feet gave way and he was about to fall down. Xiang Long, who was next to her, quickly supported her, with a hint of nervousness on his face, "You haven't eaten? Low blood sugar?"

Li Laidi felt dizzy for a moment and subconsciously grabbed his hand. "I just didn't eat in the morning, it's okay."

Xiang Long helped her sit down far away, took out a candy from his pocket, peeled off the wrapper and fed it to her. This was given to him by the captain this morning.

"It's quite sweet."

"You need to eat more." Xiang Long said five words after a long silence. Li Laidi is quite thin, and one would think that this little girl must be malnourished.

She raised her head and grinned, "Thank you, brother. I will."

If possible, she would also like to eat well. But it will be fine soon. As long as she gets her salary, she will take her mother away without hesitation.

"Yeah." Xiang Long responded dryly.

Then he turned around and poured a glass of water for Li Laidi and handed it to her.

Li Laidi felt warm and took the water glass. She smiled and said, "Brother, you are so kind."

Xiang Long didn't know why, but he suddenly wanted to talk to her, "Where do you live?"

Li Laidi was embarrassed to see him standing, so he put a bench in front of him and motioned for him to sit down. When he heard his question, he smiled and said, "I live in a slum in Kyoto."

She told the truth. Xiang Long was stunned and lowered his head, “I'm sorry."

"There's nothing to be sorry for."

She smiled softly. As long as she worked with Sister Mian for a long time, she could apply for accommodation with the company and leave that place.

She took a sip of tea and patted the stool, "Sit down."

Xiang Long sat down.

It was rare for Li Laidi to have the desire to talk, so she lowered her voice and said, "Actually, our family is living a very good life. In Kyoto, we can be considered to have enough food and clothing. But later, my dad was attracted by his friends. Gambling got out of hand from then on, and he was a loser in every gamble. He soon lost all his family property, sold his house, and quit his job."

"Whenever he loses, he's in a bad mood. When he's in a bad mood, he'll beat my mother. He borrows money for gambling, and those relatives from the past turn around and leave when they see us. Occasionally, there will be two kind-hearted people, too. They would give us some money. But before we could use it, my father would find us. Then we would be beaten severely and scolded for hiding the money."

"He's like a dog, money is like a bone to him and he knows where it is just by smelling it."

As for how badly they were beaten, Li Laidi didn't say. She didn't dare to resist before, but later when she saw her mother injured, she gradually dared to confront Father Li.

She didn't say much, but Xiang Long felt very distressed.

"A man who beats a woman is nothing."

Li Laidi drank all the water in the glass in one breath, and then echoed, “Yes."

It's a pity that she can't choose her origin. What she regrets most is that she actually has the blood of such a person flowing through her body.

"Everything will be fine." Xiang Long comforted her.

"everything will be fine."

Since meeting Jiang Mian, Li Laidi feels that everything is developing for the better. This time when I went back, my mother also said that she would leave this man with her in the future.

Even life feels like there is hope.

When Song Xingjia arrived, Jiang Mian had just finished filming a scene. The man clapped his hands gracefully to attract everyone, and said loudly, “Sorry, I'm late today. I asked my assistant to prepare some milk tea desserts for everyone to make afternoon tea."

Behind him were three tall and thick men carrying the box.

Someone rushed over to take a look and exclaimed, "It's actually Yishengtang's milk tea!"

Yishengtang is a local milk tea brand in Kyoto, with limited quantities every day. Song Xingjia can buy them so much, so his background must be anything but simple.

While Jiang Mian was still thinking, she saw Song Xingjia touching her head with his big palm, and then asked her, "What kind of milk tea do you want to drink?"

Jiang Mian was stunned by his sudden action for a second. She didn't feel it was ambiguous, she just felt like an elder treated a junior. Then he turned around and said, "Is there any nectar from the poplar branches?"

"Yes," Song Xingjia bent down and found a cup of poplar nectar and handed it to her.

Jiang Mian took it and inserted the straw, "Thank you."

Song Xingjia stood beside her, with warm eyes and a smile on his lips, inviting her, “If you have a chance, you can come to our port city to drink milk tea. Yangzhi Manna is also great. There are also many snacks, which taste much more authentic than those sold at the entrance of Hengdian. .”

This was the first time Jiang Mian knew that Song Xingjia was from Hong Kong City. She had not specifically searched for Song Xingjia's information. Song Xingjia himself is also relatively low-key and rarely discloses his private life.

The port city is neither too far nor too close to Kyoto. Jiang Mian has not been there yet. He heard that it is a gold-selling den for the rich in the country, where food, drink and entertainment are extremely extravagant. She winked and said slightly playfully, “If I go, will you be my tour guide?"

"Of course." Song Xingjia smiled fondly.