The Sick Beauty In A Variety Show

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Chapter 73

Cen Yuan took a total of half a month to recover from his injury.

During this half month, the abrasion on his calf has healed, but the ankle sprain has not improved much. It is estimated that it will take two or three months to fully recover.

Logically, their baby show should shoot a new episode. After all, they took a half-month break before shooting another episode.

But Cen Yuan definitely can't go in this situation.

This morning, the family of three sat at the dining table to eat breakfast. The morning

sunlight shone through the window, spreading a layer of warm yellow light, and the atmosphere in the restaurant was particularly harmonious.

Cen Yuan was eating the glutinous rice balls in the bowl with a spoon. At this time, He Ting, who was opposite him, spoke: "Is it time for you to shoot the baby show?"

Cen Yuan slowly swallowed the glutinous rice balls in his mouth, and then answered: "Well, according to the previous rules, it is like this."

He Ting said directly: "Don't go this time, your foot injury has not healed yet."

Cen Yuan heard this and deliberately asked jokingly: "If you don't go, you may have to pay for breach of contract. Will you help me pay it?"

He Ting answered without thinking: "Okay."

Cen Yuan subconsciously raised his eyes, and then bumped into He Ting's dark eyes.

The warm yellow sunlight also projected on He Ting's body.

He was wearing a white shirt today, with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing a thin and strong forearm.

He Ting looked a little softer than his usual cold look.

Cen Yuan didn't expect that He Ting was actually willing to compensate him. The compensation for their show was quite high. No matter which party breached the contract, they had to pay three times the salary, which was not a small amount.

Cen Yuan thought He Ting didn't know this, so he reminded him: "Are you really going to compensate me? The compensation amount is as high as eight figures."

He Ting's expression didn't change: "Yes, sure."

Cen Yuan was a little surprised. Wasn't He Ting exaggerating a little?

He said casually, "Then you might as well just give me the password to the safe at home, and I can just go get the money myself if I want it."

He said this with a bit of nonchalance, and even continued to drink a mouthful of the wine-brewed glutinous rice balls in the spoon after he finished speaking.

Anyone could see that he was just saying it casually.

But He Ting looked at him seriously and said, "Really?"

Cen Yuan raised his head in confusion: "What?"

He Ting said lightly, "The password to the safe."

He said it very lightly, as if he was talking about something unimportant.

Cen Yuan almost choked: "Ahem..."

He tilted his head and coughed several times.

When he turned around again, He Ting had already placed a glass of water in front of him: "Are you okay?"

Cen Yuan quickly took the water and took a sip, and then he calmed down a little.

Although he was usually not surprised, this conversation with He Ting still surprised him.