Chapter 550 Superstar (24)

"Allure, how do I feel that there are angels singing?"

"You burned."

"How do I have a fever again?"

"What's called again... Are you talking about the last time you put the thermometer in the cup? At most, the cup is a fever."

"..."

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

She remembered when she was sleepy. It seemed like a little **** in the bar last night, and then drenched for a while before hitting the car back.

and then……

There is no impression at all.

"Han Nanxi has..."

"Stop! No, you don't have it. The clean clothes on your body are taken off by yourself, you put on yourself, and then you climbed into bed and went to sleep. You have nothing to do with your little brother. You don't want to plant and frame him."

Bai Weiwei reached out to the temple, because the fever had a sudden jump.

She sighed

The host was burnt last night, and I didn’t know how scared I was.

He Nanxi was scared to look pale, but also to feed the medicine and ran to call the clinic doctor to give her an injection.

Tossing up in the middle of the night

Bai Weiwei's limbs are sore and soft, which is a unique feeling of weakness after illness.

She struggled to sit up and just got out of bed, only to find that the door was open.

He Nanxi came in with a food tray. He saw Bai Weiwei’s foot just landing. Immediately, his brow wrinkled and his apex jumped. He put the plate on the table and rushed to her.

"You just got a fever and have a good rest."

When he finished, he stooped and reached out and held her feet and put them back on the bed.

I also pulled the quilt over her.

A series of movements are flowing, very neat.

Bai Weiwei has long discovered that He Nanxi is particularly good at doing things, and cognac is a fast word.

So she did not find out.

He Nanxi handed the porridge to her. "I will drink it. Now there is no aunt. I will call one in the afternoon, and I will drink it if I don't drink."

Bai Weiwei took the bowl and looked at him deeply. Henanxi was a little embarrassed to open his eyes.

She couldn't help but smile and her eyes bent, and she looked happy and lovely.

"Thank you, Nancy."

He Nanxi tightened his face, faintly swearing, and he took out a sentence for a long time, "I don't want to thank myself."

This is the recognition of her nephew's status.

After drinking the porridge, Bai Weiwei went to sleep again.

She has a good energy strategy when she is well-trained, and she continues to rest in a very open-minded manner.

When He Nanxi put the bowl in, he saw Bai Weiwei's appearance as asleep. In the morning sun, there was a layer of golden light shining on her white face.

Gentle and beautiful.

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

Even with a vulgar and noisy feeling that is unique to that occasion.

But her voice still penetrated his eardrum clearly.

Bring a terrible and amazing shudder feeling.

He Nanxi knows that his strength is creation, although the song is good, but compared with Bai Weiwei's impactful song, it is still inferior.

Have this talent.

I was buried in the bar.

Thinking of her family, Hernancy was so intuitive to face the gap between people.

(End of this chapter)