"Your face is a little ugly, isn't it uncomfortable?" Liu Jie looked at Song Zhaoshui worriedly.

Song Zhaoshui had already finished his makeup, but his complexion was a little paler than before. Even with blush on, the end of his eyes was a little sullen, and he was listless. She pursed her lips. She needed a primer to put on lipstick today, and her lips were as dry as if they were peeling after a high fever.

"It's okay, it's just that I haven't had a good rest." Song Zhaoshui couldn't bear to recall how she returned to the hotel yesterday. She used to eat too often, but it was the first time that she vomited. With her unremitting efforts, only a small part of the chicken was left in the end, but the moment she stood up, Song Zhaoshui realized that she was overwhelmed.

Once a person eats a lot, it's fine to sit, but when he stands up, the food seems to accumulate in his throat. She forced herself to walk a few steps, and before she got out of the box, she sat down clutching her waist and abdomen.

The man in sunglasses had a wonderful expression. His first reaction was to look at the saliva chicken on the table. He seemed to suspect that there was something wrong with the food, and he was ready to ring the bell to call the waiter. Song Zhaoshui quickly stopped him: "No, I'm fine!"

As soon as the voice fell, she covered her mouth and retched as if she was slapped in the face, and her eyes instantly turned red. The man in sunglasses stood up nervously, but Song Zhaoshui had no intention of saying anything else, because the retching seemed to start, she felt like she was about to vomit, and hurriedly stood up and went to the bathroom.

This night was a waste of food, Song Zhaoshui thought helplessly. By the time she washed her face and came out of the bathroom, it had been almost half an hour. She was about to check out and go back to the hotel, but unexpectedly found the man in sunglasses waiting for her at the cashier.

"Ma'am, this gentleman has already settled the bill for you," the waiter said.

Song Zhaoshui glanced at him in surprise. The man had already put on a mask and looked inhumane. But if it's really unkind, it's time to leave now: "Sir, how much is the total, I'll send it to you on WeChat?"

The man gave her a fixed look, and his tone was a little strange: "No need."

Song Zhaoshui was stunned for two seconds, and then realized: "No, you don't need to add WeChat, just scan the code." She subconsciously touched her cheek, with this face on her face, she was only asked for the contact information. , I never imagined that one day it would be avoided by people.

The man still shook his head: "You better go to the hospital, don't be allergic or eat wrong..."

Song Zhaoshui interrupted him embarrassedly: "I just have to eat..."

The man's voice stopped abruptly, and Song Zhaoshui's face was red, as if he heard the waiter around him couldn't help but chuckle. Covered by masks and sunglasses, Song Zhaoshui could not see the man's expression. If she could see it, she would find that the man was shocked and incredulous at the moment.

Probably, he has never seen anyone who can hold out until he vomits.

Song Zhaoshui touched his cheek, it was too embarrassing. It's okay to eat and vomit. After returning, the stomach was tossing and turning until the middle of the night. That's why it's so bad today.

"I think you have a fever, can I take a thermometer for you?" Liu Jie looked worried. Song Zhaoshui has been very obedient these few days, and there is no moth, even making Liu Jie's work a lot easier.

Song Zhaoshui touched his forehead, but couldn't feel anything. But her mouth was bitter, and she didn't eat in the morning and wasn't hungry. It was really abnormal, so she didn't refuse.

"Yeah, 38.7 degrees, it's time to go to the hospital!" Liu Jie exclaimed, looking nervous. She just graduated and has never experienced anything. She has always been doing what Yang Lin told her to do. When Yang Lin is not here, she has no backbone.

Song Zhaoshui narrowed his eyes and said softly, "There's one last scene left, we'll talk about it after we're done."

She is not a professional actor after all, her acting skills are not good enough. Fortunately, the original body's acting skills are also rotten, and Li Shu is probably heartbroken. Seeing that Song Zhaoshui is more dedicated to her work than some time ago, she can forgive her for her poor acting skills.

The last scene was not difficult. It was Zhao Qingyue who sneaked into Zhou Shulang's study, trying to find clues about Sun Gu's collusion with the outside world, but was caught by Zhou Shulang on the spot.

Zhou Shulang's family was originally a big family, and the study retained ancient features. After looking around, Zhao Qingyue quickly entered the study, closed the door with her backhand, and ran to the bookshelf to check. Halfway through the page, there was movement at the door, and Zhou Shulang came back.

She frantically looked around, but found nowhere to hide. In desperation, he had to sit on the ground, leaning against the bookshelf, pretending to be asleep.

As the footsteps approached, Zhao Qingyue closed her eyes tightly and deliberately made her breathing longer. Suddenly she heard a chuckle, and Zhou Shulang murmured in a low voice, "Ali?"

The man slowly lowered his head, and the affection in his eyes became stronger and stronger, as if he was about to kiss. Zhao Qingyue opened her eyes just right, her eyes were a little confused, as if she had just woken up. She didn't miss the surprise in the man's eyes, but she didn't have time to think, and she didn't think about who Ari was in his mouth, she just quickly put on the mask, put on a sweet smile, and climbed on the man's arm: "Sir, come back It's gone!"

The surprise in Xie Nanting's eyes dissipated. According to the plot, he should continue to lower his head and place a tentative kiss on the woman's cheek. However, before he could kiss him completely, he was pushed away, and the whole person was stunned.

The people around also made the sound of gasping for air.

Song Zhaoshui swore that she didn't do it on purpose, she really couldn't hold back. From the moment she entered the study, she felt a little nauseated, and she always wanted to endure it, but she couldn't bear it when they kissed her.

Too bad, it's a big misunderstanding.

"Our Lord Xie also has a day when he is disliked by others," Bao Xuetong smiled and gloated, "The feng shui turns around, it makes people sick and vomited, it's amazing!"

He was a little fat, and he was at the age of getting fat again. His eyes were not big at first, but they were shrunk even smaller by the high myopia glasses, and the eye sockets were imprinted on the temples, so the whole person looked a bit wretched.

If placed in the crowd, who can imagine that this slightly wretched middle-aged man is actually a well-known top broker in the circle?

Xie Nanting was still wearing that military coat, took off his hat with one hand, and put the other hand on the back of the chair. Hearing Bao Xuetong's undisguised taunting, Xie Nanting gave him a cool look and glanced up and down: "Are you getting fat again?"

Bao Xuetong choked, embarrassment flashed across his fat face. In other people's families, managers supervise the weight of artists, but here it is the other way around: "No, you read it wrong."

Xie Nanting ignored Bao Xuetong's dead duck mouth. He took out his phone and swiped his long fingers on the screen a few times. Bao Xuetong didn't change his mind, and came over again: "You don't want to ask you to register a Weibo account, why do you take a small account now?"

Xie Nanting's mobile phone screen was still on the Weibo interface, and he was still scrolling down. From the first hot search, he didn't care what Bao Xuetong said. If you see something you like, give it a thumbs up.

Bao Xuetong said with a look of hatred: "The times are changing, and this is no longer an era where you can be evergreen and undefeated by acting well. Look at the number of fans in your studio, and there is not even a third- or fourth-tier star. Duo, if you continue like this, you will definitely be forgotten!"

Xie Nanting thought he was noisy and turned sideways. Bao Xuetong said angrily, "What is your name, Xiao Xie, who is soft-hearted? Just change your name to Xiao Xie's stupid brain!"

This is an old antique, young, and can't accept new things more than him. Bao Xuetong had a headache. The Weibo account in Xie Nanting's hand was applied for by his sister, and the id was also entered by others, so it was called "Xiao Xie's heart is soft". Don't ask Xie Nanting why he didn't change his name. After all, he was too lazy to post on Weibo, which caused the trumpet account to be regarded as a zombie account by a certain wave.

So later, Xie Nanting would occasionally post one or two Weibo posts. The content was very simple. Usually, it was what he ate today and what he ate the next day, which was very in line with the characteristics of the trumpet.

"Look at your fans, that real lady, you haven't posted your Weibo for a few days, are you still nervous?" Bao Xuetong rambled.

"It's not like you don't know who she is." Xie Nanting said quietly, a little impatient in his voice.

"So what if she's Song Zhaoshui," Bao Xuetong disagreed. "She wants to be your girlfriend, you can refuse. But she is still very qualified to be a fan." Rich and dedicated, who doesn't like such a fan?

Xie Nanting frowned: "She disturbed my life."

Being chased and liked by others is a beautiful thing. But Song Zhaoshui always crossed the line and tried to inquire about his private life, but Xie Nanting couldn't accept it. But in the past two days, she seems to have stopped a lot.

Xie Nanting stood up hesitantly, suddenly thinking that Song Zhaoshui vomited on the set today. Her assistant seems to say that she has a fever. Is it because of the drooling chicken last night?

He didn't like to owe people things, so Song Zhaoshui gave him a chicken wing and shared the box with him. Xie Nanting felt that he should return it in return. But he didn't expect Song Zhaoshui to vomit, this was not his intention.

She refused to say it after eating, was she stupid...

Or, she recognized herself, so she was not willing to waste what he gave? Xie Nanting felt that he was the truth, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that his guess was reasonable. Song Zhaoshui chased him for so long, even if he wore a mask and sunglasses, he could recognize him.

After thinking about it for a while, he finally clicked on the id of "Mrs. Xie's main room" and chose a private message: id master, pay attention to your body.

Well, the rest has nothing to do with him, Xie Nanting breathed a sigh of relief and didn't owe her any more.