Chapter 555： Superstar (30)

Chapter 555 Superstar (30)

Bai Weiwei frowned, "Is it, then let's wait."

He Nanxi nodded quickly.

Then I still hold my hands on her head, this position does not dare to move.

And Bai Weiwei didn't seem to think much, but instead looked at the door and seemed to be waiting for the paparazzi outside to leave.

He Nanxi slowed down because he found a reason.

His reason also began to return.

The rest of the things I just ignored are slowly appearing in his sight.

She is so petite...

He Nanxi's line of sight fell on her, this height, it is easy to see the head of the ball she randomly tied up, a few irregular short hair fell to the neck.

The white neck is as white as the delicate snow, and the white color is so bright that it extends all the way down.

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

He Nanxi breathed and his eyes trembled again.

There are many beautiful women in the entertainment circle, but most of those beauty are made up.

The five senses are beautiful.

But the skin is pitted.

Bai Weiwei is the most beautiful person he has ever seen.

feels good.

Wait until you come back

Bai Weiwei turned back slowly, beautiful facial features, delicate eyebrows, with a few traces of purity, so he directly slammed into his eyes.

"Is the reporter gone?"

Bai Weiwei did not seem to notice his movements, whispered.

He Nanxi lowered his eyes, his voice was stuffy, and he was trembling with imperceptibility. "Go."

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

He Nanxi immediately retired and no longer enveloped her.

She opened the door and carefully looked at the outside. "No reporter, Nancy."

Of course, there are no reporters, they are all compiled by him.

He Nanxi followed Bai Weiwei to the ward.

He Dongling is still the vegetative bird.

Bai Weiwei smiled and walked away, opened the music for him, and played some children's songs.

"Dongling is actually very childlike. I like the songs of a group of ducks in front of me. I can't help but laugh when I am happy."

Bai Weiwei's face is full of love, almost to brighten the eyes of others.

He Nanxi looked at his derailed brother with a heartless look, and then looked at his beautiful gentle voice.

Then the eyes accidentally saw the table and the pupils shrank.

What kind of ghost is the red rose on the table?

What did the monk just bring?

He moved in the footsteps, picked up the red rose in his hand and threw it into the trash can.

It’s a sigh of relief when you throw it.

He Nanxi knows this afterwards and discovers that he is not derailed. What is he nervous about?

To take care of He Dongling for a few hours, He Nanxi felt like he had opened more than a dozen concerts without a break.

When he went back, Bai Weiwei found that he was not quite right.

When she was on the stairs, she suddenly walked several floors and turned to look at He Nanxi below.

He Nanxi looked up, and one hand had just soft touched his forehead.

He groaned and found that Bai Weiwei, who stood several stairs high, focused on watching him carefully, sweet and soft breathing, accidentally blowing on his face.

It is like a feather tip, gently licking my heart.

Bai Weiwei frowned, worried about muttering, "Do not have a fever, how is your face so pale?"

He Nanxi is somewhat unable to bear her pure concern.

He licked his thin lips, his thick eyelashes drooping, covering the inexplicable emotions in his eyes.

"I am fine."

Bai Weiwei smiled. "It's fine."

He Nanxi suddenly asked: "You have a good relationship with my brother."

(End of this chapter)