Chapter 2610： Doctor brother, a bit pure (63)

Chapter 2610 Brother Doctor, a bit pure (63)

[The third song, the cutest of you, to the angels in white who take care of me. 】

After playing three songs, due to time constraints, Su Qiao only greeted everyone briefly and ended the first filming.

Qi Muhan put down the camera and quickly took the thermos cup with the qi tea to step forward: "Is it okay? Do you feel any pain in your chest?"

"No, I feel pretty good."

Su Qiao smiled and took the thermos cup, took two sips, and moistened his throat.

"Actually, I have almost recovered. As long as I don't exercise vigorously, I will have no problem with my normal life. You don't have to be nervous about me like a fragile doll."

Qi Muhan nodded a little happily: "Your heart is indeed recovering much better than I thought, but you still need to pay attention. You can't stop the medicine. Take it for a while."

"Well, I listen to you."

Su Qiao's mouth was raised slightly, and his eyes were smiling: "Anyway, I will leave this body to you."

"Ahem..." Qi Muhan blushed suddenly.

What this said...It's easy to make people want to cross it.

"You don't want to say something else?" After waiting for more than a month, but there is no intention to confess, should she still have to take the initiative?

"Something else?"

Qi Muhan came over without knowing it, and touched his head.

"Well, I didn't expect that you not only can write songs, but you can sing so well, and your guzheng plays so well. It's a professional level."

Su Qiao's face is a bit dark.

Who told him to say this?

"Singing and writing songs are just hobbies. Guzheng was taught by my grandmother."

"Are you finished?"

Qi Muhan was staring so straight at her, and suddenly thought of the previous song, she didn't know where to put his hands.

"Well, thank you for the song you gave me, I... I like it very much."

Su Qiao has given up.

"You like it."

Qi Muhan hesitated for a moment: "You just... like my hands so much?"

"Yes, I like it."

Su Qiao nodded calmly.

"How can I stand here without it?"

"Thank you...Thank you for your like, I...I like it too."

Qi Muhan blushed, stammered, then turned around to get a tripod or something.

"Well, let me collect the equipment and help you post the video online."

Looking at the hurried footsteps, Su Qiao was a bit stunned.

Is even the confession so subtle?

"Is this... a confession?"

【Host, you are amazing. In a few words, the face of the iceberg is about to become a monkey butt. 】

Although the words were too implicit, Su Qiao didn't care about it and treated it as a confession.

I feel better inexplicably.

"Have you ever read a book? Would you describe it? If not, just shut up, so that no one can see that there is no ink in your stomach."

【……】The host curse is getting more and more poisonous.

The host who protects the **** can't provoke, can't provoke!

[By the way, do you want to put a top of your video to help you promote it?]

"Just help us get several major small video platforms. Others don't need to be, just let the flow go."

Anyway, she doesn’t rely on this to make money.

It’s just because I can’t go out to work, and I can’t play around and find a pastime.

In this life, it is impossible for her to fly everywhere in the world like before.

Those deep mountains and old forests or desert islands overseas are even more impossible.

Because of people with heart disease, even flying is restrictive.

Slightly ill, you can sit, but you must be especially careful. You need to bring your medical records, emergency medicines, etc. together.

(End of this chapter)