Chapter 575 Superstar (24)

"Tongzi, why do I feel like an angel is singing?"

"You're burnt out."

"Why do I have a fever again?"

"What do you mean... you mean the last time you put the thermometer in the cup? It was at most a cup with a fever."

"..."

The above is the daily conversation between Bai Weiwei and the system.

She was drowsy and remembered that she seemed to have a fight with that little bastard He Nanxi at the bar last night, and then it rained for a long time before taking a taxi back.

Then what……

Not impressed at all.

"Has Han Nanxi..."

"Stop! No, nothing. You took off the clean clothes on your body, put them on, and then climbed into bed to sleep. It has nothing to do with your uncle. Don't try to frame him."

Bai Weiwei reached out and rubbed her temples, which were throbbing all the time because she had a fever and caught a cold.

she sighed

Last night the host was in a daze, and didn't know how scary his face was.

He Nanxi was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he fed medicine and ran to ask the clinic doctor to give her an injection.

toss most of the night

Bai Weiwei's limbs were sore and limp, which was a unique feeling of weakness after illness.

She struggled to sit up and was about to get out of bed when she found the door open.

And He Nanxi walked in with a food plate. Seeing that Bai Weiwei's feet had just landed on the ground, he immediately frowned, his heart skipped a beat, he put the plate on the table, and rushed to her.

"You just had a fever, take a good rest."

After speaking, he bent over, stretched out his hands to hold her feet, and put them back on the bed.

He pulled the quilt over her again.

A series of actions are smooth and smooth, very neat.

Bai Weiwei had discovered a long time ago that He Nanxi was very neat in his work, and everything he did was a quick word.

So she didn't find out.

He Nanxi handed her the porridge, "Just drink some. There is no auntie now. I will call and hire one in the afternoon. If it doesn't taste good, drink some."

Bai Weiwei took the bowl and looked at him deeply, so that He Nanxi was a little embarrassed to look away.

She couldn't help smiling, her eyes were bent, and she looked happy and cute.

"Thank you, Nancy."

He Nanxi's face was tense, he hummed lightly, and it took him a long time to hold back a sentence, "My own, you're welcome."

This is an acknowledgment of her sister-in-law's status.

After finishing the porridge, Bai Weiwei fell asleep again.

Only when the body is in good condition can we have energy for the strategy. She is very open-minded and continues to rest.

And when He Nanxi came in after putting down the bowl, he saw Bai Weiwei sleeping. In the morning light, a layer of golden light shone on her fair face.

Gentle and nice.

He suddenly thought of how she sang and danced confidently on the stage last night.

Even with a vulgar boisterous feeling characteristic of the occasion.

But her voice still pierced his eardrums clearly.

Brings a thrilling sensation of horror and wonderment.

He Nanxi knew that his forte was writing. Although his singing voice was good, it was still inferior to Bai Weiwei's powerful singing voice.

have this talent.

Even buried in the bar.

Thinking of her family of origin, He Nanxi faced the starting point gap between people so intuitively for the first time.