Chapter 563 Superstar (11)

He had never felt that being alone at home was such a sad thing.

He Nanxi thought of Bai Weiwei again, that figure who left sadly.

She and those comments are completely two people.

At least he didn't abandon his brother, and was willing to visit him, no matter what his mentality was.

It is also much better than those so-called "good friends" who poured dirty water on him.

He Nanxi never thought that one day he would be so downcast.

I didn't even think that after I fell down.

The person who came to see him turned out to be Bai Weiwei whom he had always hated.

He shook his head and shook Bai Weiwei out of his mind.

Then he put on a black mask, opened the door with his slippers on, and planned to go out for a stroll.

As soon as the door opened, a petite figure curled up at the door.

She was leaning against the wall, her delicate eyebrows were frowned, and under the light of the corridor lamp, her fragile skin had a kind of fragility and tenderness.

Such a person doesn't look very old at all.

If he didn't wear heavy makeup, he would not be two years younger than him, but his tone was the same as seven or eighty.

He Nanxi looked at her indifferently, his black eyes were bright but cold.

He raised his foot and walked over, turning a blind eye.

He Nanxi walked into the supermarket, found his favorite soda, and was just about to check out.

I heard two cashiers gossiping.

"He Nanxi took drugs, thanks to the fact that I used to be his fan, but now his fans have turned black, drug use is unbearable."

"Yeah, although the song is nice, but when I think of him beating and committing suicide, I don't want to see him."

"This kind of bad artist should be banned. The entertainment industry is full of smog because of this kind of talent."

"Yeah, it should be banned."

Listening to the discussion of two of my former fans.

He Nanxi was holding a soda, his tall and thin body was incredibly tense.

He could hardly control his trembling, whether it was anger or sadness, all kinds of feelings made him sour and astringent.

He squeezed the soda in his hand, and suddenly shook it vigorously several times.

Then the whole person walked to the cashier gloomyly and threw the money to them.

One of them wanted to take the soda in his hand, intending to scan the QR code to find money.

As a result, He Nanxi pulled open the ring of the can with his fingers, and the soda popped all over the faces of the two eight women.

The two girls screamed together.

He Nanxi threw away the soda can, turned around and left.

Walking out of the supermarket, he managed to show a happy smile as a prank.

But halfway through the laugh, he slowly became lonely.

He Nanxi walked home again and reached the door of the house.

But he found that Bai Weiwei was still lying there. He didn't want to care about her life.

But this time the footsteps were delayed.

After hesitating for several seconds, He Nanxi turned cold, bent over and reached out to pat her face.

"Hey, woman, what are you doing sleeping in front of my house?"

They all said they wanted to leave, but they still stayed at the door and refused to leave.

Duplicity, who knows what dark calculations are in the heart.

He Nanxi has been feared by black people these days, making everyone look like a bad guy.

Bai Weiwei's face was soft, very elastic, unexpectedly smooth and tender.

His fingers stiffened for a moment before he realized something was wrong. Why was his face a little hot?

Bai Weiwei vaguely opened her eyes, as if she heard his question.

She looked up at him in a daze, with a pitiful look.

He Nanxi froze his fingers, then quickly retracted them, pretending to be nonchalant.

"Why don't you leave?"

Bai Weiwei stared blankly at him, then slowly lowered her head, her voice was aggrieved and soft, "I don't know where to go."

After saying this, she closed her eyes again, her face flushed.