Chapter 538 Comments

   "Chenchen?" Ji Xuan put the things on the small table of the hospital bed, seeing that An Chen didn't respond, so he called her.

   "Don't ask, if you ask, you have loved, but now I love meat." An Chen snorted, then turned his head away.

  Ji Xuan looked helpless, and An Chen's dramatist attributes broke out again.

   "Turn back." Ji Xuan reached out and turned An Chen's head back to face the table.

   "Eat as much as you want, who is afraid of whom?"

"This is just a box of porridge, don't use such a generous expression, okay? Be good, you can eat anything when you get well." Ji Xuan felt like an old father, no, more like an old mother .

   "No, brother Ji Xuan, this box of porridge is super scary." An Chen said very seriously, but still obediently opened the box.

   "How could it be possible to really only drink white rice porridge for you, here we add smashed seasoned chicken, and the meat is finer than rice."

  Ji Xuan rubbed An Chen's head with a kind face.

   "Drink by yourself, or should I feed you?"

   "Drink by yourself, I'm not disabled, and my hands are super flexible." An Chen shook his two little white hands while talking. Recently, An Chen has lost weight again, and the joints on his fingers are more clear.

   "Then I'm going to eat, call me if you have something to do." Ji Xuan looked at An Chen and nodded, then left the hospital bed and went to the table next to him to eat with other people.

  An Chen continued to surf the Internet while drinking porridge with a spoon, but he didn't expect to eat his own melon as soon as he turned on his phone.

   It was caused by yesterday's incident. I originally wanted to explain this incident that has never happened, so I sent a photo.

  The drone incident at night was purely a coincidence, and it should have been prepared by Fu Yanxing long ago.

  There are always some people who don't know whether it's for the heat or because they are dark in their hearts, so they always have a little careless thinking.

  Originally two very common things, one is illness and the other is blessing, but in the eyes of some people, it has become a hype.

   "Is there any other secret behind An Chen's disappearance?"

   "There is no record of An Chen's medical visits in major hospitals. Is the hospitalization for a show?"

   "Who made the drone show? Is it self-directed and self-acted if no one claims it?"

  Articles with such titles emerge in endlessly, and An Chen sometimes admires the brains of these unscrupulous media.

   It is amazing to be able to compile so many articles about things that do not exist at all, and it is surprisingly logical.

  An Chen's idea is also peculiar, how can someone be hacked with such an idea, not only not angry, but curiosity accounted for the majority.

  An Chen continued to drink his porridge, and then flipped through the comments under various articles.

   Reviewers are generally divided into three categories: passers-by. Black fans, and fans.

  Fans replying to black fans' comments on such articles is really the source of happiness for An Chen at noon, and he is so talented.

   "Let's go eat fish together when you have time, see if you can be picky."

   "You are so good at bragging, follow me to work on the construction site."

   "Notre Dame de Paris lacks a bell ringer, so it's just right for you to go."

   "Do you live by the sea? The tube is so wide."

   "What brand of plastic bag are you, so it can hold it like this."

   "Did you buy your confidence from Taobao?"

   "For the sake of your limited IQ, just take it as you are right."

   Looking at it, An Chen suddenly laughed, why are his fans so cute? Although they are all teasing people, they are cute, super invincible explosion cute!

   All I know is that as long as there is one person in this world who thinks you are promising, even if that person is yourself, you are definitely not a waste. "Yesterday's Blue Sky"

  

  

  (end of this chapter)