Chapter 443 The National Sister of the Film and Television Tycoon (10)

He didn't even know what his state of mind was.

"She keeps hitting you?"

Bai Weiwei's face was flushed brightly, Ba blinked her almond eyes, and Shui Mengmeng looked at him.

Her voice was weak and subtle, "I didn't fight all the time, but once in a while."

There was no expression on Lu Zixi's face, his eyes were gloomy.

"Occasionally? How?"

Bai Weiwei thought hard, maybe she was burned out, and she was unbelievably well-behaved.

"It's just... smashing it with a chair, or hitting it with a drying rack. Sometimes I won't be allowed to eat because I'm ignorant."

Lu Zixi frowned, "You don't understand?"

Bai Weiwei seemed to be scared when she heard this, she immediately picked up the quilt and covered herself, revealing two watery eyes.

"I eat too much, so I don't understand."

Lu Zixi: Do you not know how to eat too much?

He didn't eat a single meal when he was a child, and dozens of people in and out of the whole family surrounded him, begging him to eat more.

What kind of ignorance is this.

"And I talk too much and make my mother angry."

Lu Zixi was deeply suspicious, what is the limit of ignorance?

Talking too much is ignorant.

Are you holding a loudspeaker in the middle of the night and yelling in front of people's beds?

"And me, I'm not sensible when I'm sick, and my mother will beat me too."

Bai Weiwei looked at him carefully and said.

Lu Zixi finally asked, "Are you sick?"

How is being sick and being ignorant related?

Bai Weiwei seemed to be poked at something, and immediately said in surprise, "I'm not sick, really, I'm not sick."

Lu Zixi rolled his eyes coldly, grabbed her quilt suddenly, and wanted to touch her forehead with his fingers.

Bai Weiwei closed her eyes in fright.

He didn't dare to look at him, he kept shivering.

His fingers landed on her white forehead, hot.

A burning feeling.

His frown deepened, and suddenly her weak little hand was gently placed on his wrist, trembling violently.

"Mother……"

She closed her eyes pitifully and said, "I'm just too hot, not sick."

She was even a little flattering, her fingers gently touched his wrist, her eyes raised slightly, very innocent.

The end of his eyes was dyed red, this timid glance, pure and charming, touching the heart.

Lu Zixi only felt the force of her fingertips lightly brushing his wrist, causing a tingling sensation.

He quickly withdrew his hand, his face a little ugly.

If it wasn't for someone who knew that he had a fever like this, it would be impossible for him to be conscious.

He even wondered if she was seducing him.

"Mom..." She tilted her head dully and looked at him with big watery eyes.

Lu Zixi said coldly, "Who is your mother, shut up."

Bai Weiwei immediately pursed her lips and looked at him pitifully.

Bullying such a woman is not fulfilling at all.

Lu Zixi called someone in angrily and loudly, and asked the housekeeper to invite the doctor.

He didn't want to torture her yet.

She hung up herself.

Whoever is like him, revenge is so suffocating.

As a result, as soon as the doctor came in with a medicine box, Bai Weiwei immediately stretched out her hand, afraid of grabbing his hand.

Lu Zixi only felt that her fingers were as soft as clouds, scratching his palm.

She was afraid to hide behind him.

"Don't come here, I'm not sick."

Lu Zixi turned back impatiently, "What are you making? Do you want to die?"

Bai Weiwei's body froze before gently letting go of his hand.

Then he lay back on the bed, his red face, his lips were dry and white, and his eyes were dazed and distressed.