Chapter 580 Superstar (30)

Bai Weiwei frowned, "Really, then let's wait."

He Nanxi nodded quickly.

Then he still put his hands on her head, not daring to move in this position.

And Bai Weiwei didn't seem to think too much, but looked at the door panel, as if waiting for the paparazzi outside to leave.

He Nanxi calmed down because he found a reason.

His sanity also began to return.

The rest of the things that he ignored just now slowly appeared in his sight.

she is so petite...

He Nanxi's gaze then fell on her. At this height, it was easy to see her casually tied ball head, and a few strands of irregular short hair fell to her neck.

The neck is as white as a fine mass of snow, such a bright white that extends all the way down.

The collar is not big, but it is slightly open.

He Nanxi held his breath, and his eyeballs trembled again.

There are many beauties in the entertainment industry, but most of those beauties are made up.

Although the facial features are beautiful.

But the skin is bumpy.

And Bai Weiwei had the most beautiful skin he had ever seen.

feels good.

wait until you react

Bai Weiwei turned her head a little slowly, her beautiful facial features, delicate eyebrows and eyes, with a few traces of innocence, directly hit his pupils like this.

"Is the reporter gone?"

Bai Weiwei didn't seem to notice his movements, and asked softly.

He Nanxi lowered his eyes, and said in a muffled voice with imperceptible tremors, "Let's go."

Bai Weiwei breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good, then let's go out."

He Nanxi backed away immediately, no longer covering her.

She opened the door and carefully looked outside, "There are no reporters, Nancy."

Of course there were no reporters, he made it all up.

He Nanxi followed Bai Weiwei to the ward.

He Dongling still looks like a vegetative bird.

Bai Weiwei smiled amiably and walked over, turned on the music for him, and played some nursery rhymes.

"Tang Ling is actually very childlike. He likes the nursery rhyme of a group of ducks in front of the door the most. Play more and he might wake up happy listening to it."

Bai Weiwei's benevolent radiance almost blinded other people's eyes.

He Nanxi absently glanced at his cheating brother, and then at his beautiful and gentle sister-in-law.

Then he accidentally looked at the table, and his pupils shrank.

What the hell is that red rose on the table?

The bitch brought it just now?

As soon as he moved, he picked up the handful of red roses and threw them into the trash can.

Just breathe a sigh of relief.

It was only later that He Nanxi realized that it wasn't him cheating, so why was he so nervous?

After coming to take care of He Dongling for a few hours, He Nanxi felt like he had held more than a dozen concerts without rest.

When they went back, Bai Weiwei found that something was wrong with him.

When going up the stairs, she suddenly went up a few floors and turned to look at He Nanxi below.

He Nanxi raised his head, and just touched his forehead with a soft hand.

He froze for a moment, and found that Bai Weiwei, who was standing a few flights up the stairs, was looking at him intently, her sweet and soft breath accidentally blowing on his face.

Like the tip of a feather, gently brushing against my heart.

Bai Weiwei frowned and muttered worriedly, "You don't have a fever, why are you so pale?"

He Nanxi couldn't bear her pure concern.

He pursed his thin lips, and his thick eyelashes drooped, covering the inexplicable emotions in his eyes.

"I'm fine."

Bai Weiwei smiled, "It's fine."

He Nanxi suddenly asked: "You have a good relationship with my brother, don't you?"