Song Zhaoshui was lying on the hospital bed infusion, and recalling the doctor's foolish eyes, he felt even more ashamed. She should have directly told the man in sunglasses last night that she couldn't eat it.

If you can't eat it, you're not ashamed, but if you vomit, you're ashamed.

She was ill here, and Yang Lin didn't show up. She just called and asked a few words. On the other hand, Ji Yue sent a few WeChat messages, asking her how her body was with concern, and also sent a few cute emojis that touched her head, making Song Zhaoshui nauseated.

This person is sticky now, and his ruthless performance when he got rid of his original body in the original book is also wonderful. Song Zhaoshui sent a smile and replied thank you. Ji Yue quickly replied: This expression is not a smile, little fool.

Gua your head, Song Zhaoshui twitched the corners of his eyes, feeling that he was disgusted.

She stopped replying, closed WeChat and went to Weibo. As soon as logged in, saw 99 private messages. The original fan account is well maintained, and there are many small fans under it. Since she hasn't posted on Weibo for a few days, many people are asking what's wrong with her. Song Zhaoshui casually clicked on a few articles and looked at them, all of which were similar in content.

When was about to close it, accidentally opened a new private message. The content of the private message is very simple: the id master pays attention to the body.

Song Zhaoshui's first reaction was how did he know that he was not feeling well? This question was quickly put aside, because the name was so funny. What the hell is id master? Aren't you a blogger?

"Xiao Xie is soft-hearted?" Song Zhaoshui read the id softly and clicked on his avatar. Most of the fans of the original account are female fans, so she was surprised when she saw the blue gender logo. Scrolling further down, Song Zhaoshui discovered that this account seemed to be a life account at all, and had nothing to do with Xie Nanting, unlike other fans, Mr. Xie, who was Yishui'er on Weibo.

Is this the original friend? Song Zhaoshui hesitated for a moment.

The original body is a supporting role, and there is not much ink, and the original book does not describe her private life too much. This also caused Song Zhaoshui to feel a little dark in his eyes as soon as he came out of the set.

She thought about it for a while and replied: Thank you for your concern.

After posted it, felt that these four words were too stiff, so sent another expression of blowing a kiss.

The original body has no fans, and "When the Play is Poor" is her first play. There was no publicity before the filming, but after the filming, gained a group of black fans and a boyfriend who used her as a stand-in.

At this moment, the original big Weibo posts are all things that have nothing to do with filming, most of them are self-portraits, the same pouting and staring, and occasionally showing a slight career line, and packaging himself as an eighteen-line small Internet celebrity . Song Zhaoshui felt uncomfortable, and when his fingers itch, he changed it to be visible only to him.

She didn't delete it, she still had unrealistic thoughts in her heart, hoping to go back.

In fact, over the past few days, her hopes are getting less and less.

She was adopted since she was a child, and within a few months of going to that house, her adoptive mother found out that she was pregnant. Since then, she has become a dispensable character in the family. This time "disappearance", the family may not go to find her, but will only call her unconscionable. It doesn't matter if she goes back or not, but the world is more familiar and more real to her.

Forget it, forget it. Song Zhaoshui glanced at the hanging needle. He was almost finished. He rang the bell and called the nurse to pull the needle.

The nurse still remembered Song Zhaoshui's strange reason for entering the hospital, and told her: "Don't overeating in the future, the stomach can't take it. If you don't feel well tomorrow, you have to come for an infusion."

Liu Jie didn't know where she went. Song Zhaoshui felt that her condition was not good, and she didn't dare to drive by herself, so she called a car online. Along the way, the driver was sneaking glances at her. Song Zhaoshui had a strange feeling in his heart, he sat up straight and raised his guard. When he was about to get off the bus, the driver finally asked, "Hey, girl, are you a star?"

Song Zhaoshui quickly denied: "Ah? No, no."

The driver sighed in disappointment, and then said, "I think you are so good-looking. My daughter has a favorite star, very similar to you, and the mobile wallpapers are all star photos. I thought it was you, and said I wanted an autograph to let me know. She is happy."

This remark awakened Song Zhaoshui. She thought that the original body was not famous, and she went out casually. After this drama airs, she may not be so casual if she wants to go out.

Song Zhaoshui doesn't know how much psychological endurance a star needs. But as long as she thought of being scolded by the whole network, she felt that she would definitely not accept it. No, no, no, I have to go back to do my homework, be a powerful faction, and refuse to be a vase.

When shooting started the next day, Song Zhaoshui found that there was a woman in a dress beside the director. Young, with shoulder-length hair dyed golden. This hair color is very picky, but fortunately the woman's complexion is very white. Seeing Song Zhaoshui, she came over, stretched out her hand and said, "Hello, I'm Ding Dai."

Ding Dai, the real white moonlight in Ji Yue's heart.

Song Zhaoshui looked at this woman in surprise. According to the description in the book, she thought Ding Dai was a girl as gentle as water. I didn't expect her to be so beautiful and aggressive.

"Hello, I'm Song Zhaoshui."

"I know you," Ding Dai's brows and eyes are delicate, and her smile is not friendly, but more distant, "You are very similar to Zhao Qingyue now."

Speaking of which, she was a little puzzled. When looking in the mirror, she also saw Song Zhaoshui. At that time, Song Zhaoshui gave her a too marketable impression. There was nowhere to hide the calculations and scheming in her eyes, and her whole body was floating and floating. Obviously has a pair of beautiful eyes, but it is greatly discounted.

However, Song Zhaoshui's temperament has changed now, and it seems to be a lot quieter.

Ding Dai bent her brows and eyes, the change was really interesting: "don't bother you, I'll take a step first."

Song Zhaoshui nodded, and when he looked up, he saw Ji Yue not far away. As a traffic niche, Ji Yue's appearance is also impeccable, and his height of 1.8 meters makes him a long-legged brother in the eyes of fans.

At this moment, Ji Yue looked at Ding Dai's back without moving his eyes until Ding Dai walked into Xie Nanting's dressing room.

When he turned around, he realized that Song Zhaoshui was beside him, and he didn't know how long she had been watching. However, with her IQ, it doesn't matter if she sees it. Ji Yue put on the most friendly smile and walked towards her: "Zhao Shui, how is your health? Your illness is really worrying."

"Who should I worry about?" Song Zhaoshui raised his eyebrows, took a step back calmly, distanced himself from him, and said with a half-smile, "Are you?"

Ji Yue was stunned for a moment, then chuckled: "Yeah, I'm very worried."

He thought that Song Zhaoshui was thinking about it and was having sex with him. Didn't he say he didn't change his infatuation with Xie Nanting? Now, it looks like that.

Song Zhaoshui slightly restrained his smile: "Mr. Ji, don't worry, I won't hinder the progress of the crew."

Picking up the topic easily, she raised the script in her hand: "I'm going to memorize the lines, bye."

He turned and left without any hesitation.

Ji Yue was a little unhappy in his heart, is he stupid. He thought that Song Zhaoshui had realized it, but he didn't expect it. He was surprised that Song Zhaoshui actually called him Mr. Ji today. It was obvious that they could call each other their real names a few days ago. What happened today?

He looked at Song Zhaoshui's back with deep eyes and smiled. Yep, this icy look is more like that person. It's just that everyone revolves around Xie Nanting, which is really annoying.

"Second brother," Ding Dai was sitting halfway on Xie Nanting's dressing table, "eldest brother asked you to register a Weibo account."

Xie Nanting turned a deaf ear to her words, and was also very dissatisfied with her sitting on his dressing table: "Is there no chair for you to sit on?"

His voice has always been low and his eyes are sharp, and outsiders dare not approach him at first sight. But Ding Dai has long been used to his appearance, and is not afraid at all: "It's comfortable to sit at the table without you."

Xie Nanting couldn't push her, just turned the chair, out of sight and out of mind.

"Second brother, did you hear me?" Ding Dai got up and walked in front of him.

"Why don't I register one for you?" Ding Dai took out her phone, "You don't care, leave it to me."

"No," Xie Nanting immediately refused, "I don't need a Weibo account."

"Big brother won't listen to you," Ding Dai looked down at him confidently, "you'll have to get one sooner or later."

Seeing that Xie Nanting still ignored her, Ding Dai was not angry. She rolled her eyes and suddenly started gossiping: "Second brother, is Song Zhaoshui still chasing you?"

Xie Nanting finally lifted his eyelids and gave her a look, meaning why are you asking this?

"I think she has changed a lot," Ding Dai picked up her broken hair and slowly raised her red lips, "I thought you guys made progress."

Xie Nanting snorted, thinking she was annoying: "she's sick."

It means people haven't changed.

Ding Dai caught another point. Her second brother knew that the person was sick and immediately asked, "How do you know?"

Xie Nanting looked stupid: "We are in the same crew."

"Heh," Ding Dai couldn't help sneering, "Last time my elder brother had an inflammation in his throat, did you see it?"

Seeing that Xie Nanting couldn't answer, Ding Dai continued: "We are still under the same roof!"

Her second brother will always live in her own little world. It's not that he doesn't care about people, he just doesn't know how to care. He wouldn't take the initiative to help others, and others had to make it clear.

Xie Nanting paused and defended: "She got sick after eating too much."

"What does it have to do with you if she eats too much?" Ding Dai temporarily ignored the relationship between eating too much and being sick.

Xie Nanting's expression was a little inexplicable, and Ding Dai had a strange guess: "What did you give me to eat?"

The lounge was quiet for a moment, and Ding Dai felt that the smell of a single dog on her second brother seemed to have faded a lot. She frowned. On the one hand, she was worried about Song Zhaoshui's character, and on the other hand, she was worried about her second brother's emotional intelligence: "Then have you visited others?"

"No," Xie Nanting shook his mobile phone, "I greeted him on Weibo."

I don't owe her anymore, Xie Nanting thought it simply.

Ding Dai took his phone: "I'll take a look."

The Weibo account "Mrs. Xie's main room" belongs to Song Zhaoshui. It is a clear thing in Xie's family. Ding Dai opened the Weibo dialog box and saw the expression of air kisses on the screen.

This is really...

Spicy eyes!