"Ha, guess do I dare?" Zhang Yichen grabbed his moving ankle, "Be good, don't make trouble, be careful to slip. Mom doesn't disturb her when she sleeps. Where is the medical box at home?"

"Don't touch me!"

Wait, medicine box?

I secretly opened one of my eyes and saw Zhang Yichen hunching with a shower and washing her scalded feet with cold water.

The other party's condition is not much better than that of himself. He is soaked all over, especially his hair is still dripping, so he rarely sees him in such a miserable state.

This...has I misunderstood a good person?

"Do you have safflower oil at home?"

Zhang Yichen pulled open the second shirt, three diamond buttons, wiped the handle with a dry towel, and casually pulled off the broken hair that covered his eyes.

The bronze chest muscles appeared and Nan Xi hurriedly looked away.

After a long time of no response, I looked up and saw that Nan Xi's little face was pale, and I couldn't help but pinch it in a bad mood: "Speak."

"I, me," Nan Xi rolled his tongue.

She looked like a frightened cat, weak and helpless.

The other party is like a lofty god, playing with other people's emotions at will.

Why?

He secretly scolded himself for being too unscrupulous, proudly straightened his back, and said truthfully: "I don't know."

Unless Nan's mother is there, she rarely goes back to the old house and lives alone in space.

Zhang Yichen pulled out the stool under the washbasin and sat down with Nan Xi. Then he turned out an empty basin from the cabinet and collected cold water, held her feet and soaked it in it.

"I'll bear it a little cold, wait for me." Shurua took out her long fluffy hair from her pocket and dialed: "Feng, please let Dr. Lin come to Building A of Yunshang Villa now and bring scald medicine."

"Not me."

"ASAP."

"I will notify Ruili and the crew again. Nan Xi's filming has been cancelled in recent days, and the specific date is to be determined."

Nan Xi listened quietly, his thoughts were like lightning. He was probably afraid that the media would capture some problems, so he lost his car to protect his coach and his work was rescheduled.

But she couldn't bear it. How could she have a good rest at home? She couldn't listen to her mother's thoughts from morning to night. It was better to go out and suffer.

He pulled down the corner of Zhang Yichen's clothes and applied softly: "I'm fine, I have no skin and no foaming, so there is no need to arrange another working time." While he turned around, he raised his hand to state: "This time the cover is half-body photo, which will definitely not affect it."

The other party didn't hear it, and arranged as usual: "You can just go and notify."

With a few 'smash', Nan Xi stood up from the water basin.

Zhang Yichen received the phone call, pressed Nan Xi back on the stool, raised his wrist and looked at his watch: "It will take eight minutes to soak."

Nan Xi raised his head and insisted: "Can you respect my opinion of the person involved? I don't want to rest!" After saying that, his cheeks were so angry that he bulged.

Zhang Yichen poked the cheek of Puffer Hee and took out a tone of coaxing the child: "Be good, the doctor is here to settle down."

"Hate!" Slapping off the turtle claws, "It's all your fault. You didn't press the computer. I can pull off the mouse at most. Can people be carried back by the wire? The water won't spill!"

Zhang Yichen pressed her thin shoulders and left. Soon after, he returned to the bathroom and stopped at the door, as if he deliberately kept a certain distance from her.

He had an extra laptop in his hand and pulled the mouse line hard on it. He pulled it off for the third time. With a "bang", the heavy object landed on the ground. Because Zhang Yichen did not close the computer, the screen and the body were completely separated and were broken.

"See the result?"

Nan Xi covered her beating heart and her eyes were perverted to show her frightened dissatisfaction.

"How can I die if I explain with my mouth? Why do I show it in real life?"

Zhang Yichen disagreed: "Don't worry, the files are always encrypted and saved on the company's cloud server."

Nan Xi:...Who is worried about the documents???

This person's conceited that his illness had worsened.

Dr. Lin came to the hospital overnight and his feet arrived non-stop. He held the reading glasses and searched carefully for a long time, and finally found some red marks on the patient's feet.

Nan Xi put on the smile of the girl next door, very well-behaved and charming, and asked politely: "Hello, please ask, can I work tomorrow?"

"Of course." Dr. Lin confirmed that the burns less than 1 degree can make the nephew trouble.

Zhang Yichen stood aside with his arms in his arms, and said coldly: "Uncle Lin, you should prescribe medicine."

Dr. Lin held his glasses and looked back, smiling almost without any investigation, becoming rigorous: "It would be best if you can rest for two days, but it is too hot, and the damaged epidermis will leave dark spots when exposed to direct sunlight."

With professional terms, Nan Xi was afraid that the job was smashed and would be frightened. He blinked his big watery eyes and asked, "Really? Do I need to apply some medicine?"

Dr. Lin took out two ointments from his bag and carefully introduced: "Put the moist burn ointment every six hours two days ago, and then apply the green ointment before going to bed. I went back and asked Yichen to contact me if there were any adverse reactions."

"Thank you, I'll give you a gift." Nan Xi took it with both hands and put it beside her first.

Old Doctor Lin stopped him repeatedly: "Okay, no, girl, please rest, Yichen will give me it."

"Okay, I'll bother you tonight."

Watching the two leave, Nan Xi picked up the green ointment and gave a detailed introduction, and was autistic by three big words aloe vera gel.

Nan Xi:??It seems like she was being fooled?

He scolded Zhang Yichen a few words from the air, and fell to death after going back to the house.

During this period, Nan's mother called her twice but failed. It was not that she deliberately escaped the cruelty of life, but that she really couldn't get up. She basically didn't close her eyes the day before and consumed too much energy.

I woke up completely until 1:30 pm. There was a tray on the bedside table, and a bowl of lean egg porridge and oil cakes were quietly placed inside.

Get up, touch the edge of the bowl with your hands, and the warm touch awakens hunger. After scrubbing, you can perform the empty bowl action with the cake.

After eating happily, I brought the dishes downstairs. The familiar fragrance drifted into my nose. Looking over, I saw Nan Xi sitting on the kitchen bench, guarding the porridge on the fire. Nan Xi felt indescribable sorrow.

A sound of "Mom" broke out.

"Hey, get up, are you hungry?" Nan's mother stood up when she heard the sound, saw the tableware in Nan Xi's hand, and hurriedly asked, "Is it cold?"

Nan Xi walked into the kitchen, half-tilted the dishes and showed Nan's mother, shook her head: "The temperature is just right, and it's super delicious."

"That's good! Come on, I'll wash it. How can my daughter get detergent from her hands?" Nan's mother snatched the tableware and pushed her, "Go to watch TV. Let's tell her what she wants to eat at night, and she will make it for you."

"I'll do it, mom." Nan Xi didn't touch the gloves and was put on the first hand by the old contestant.

He shook her a warning and said fiercely: "Your mother is not old enough to do things. Today I will let Sister Feng and Chu Li rest. I will accompany my daughter well and pass the world of two."

"Ah? OK."

"Mom put the squeezed juice on the living room table, go and drink it."

"good."

I can't resist the old man, so I obey.

Drinking the juice, my heart was mixed.

I remember that when I was a child, I failed the exam and my father went to pick her up. I was frightened along the way and did not dare to tell the mother of Nan who was given the hope, so I had a confession with Nan's father who was pampering her daughter. But when I opened the door and smelled the fragrance of rice, Nan's mother stood in front of me with concern. Nan Xi felt extremely guilty and kept silent.

In the end, Nan's father couldn't withstand the psychological pressure and sold her teammates, causing her to be criticized together. However, she did not experience the torture she had imagined during the holidays, and Nan's mother did not deprive her of all her rest time.

People may often lose to face in advance, not in the result.

In the afternoon, I chatted with Nan's mother about entertainment gossip. I thought Nan's mother wanted to re-report the old things, but the entire estimate was wrong.

"The Su family's children also went in?"

Go in...Nan Xi corrected: "Su Zhu has entered the entertainment industry."

"Oh, what a pity, what a good musician you and him are." Nan's mother felt sorry for her, suddenly thought of something, and asked anxiously: "Is there something wrong with his family?"

Unable to bear the old man's empathy, Nan Xi continued to correct: "Mom, please hope someone else's good. The entertainment industry in mainland China is not like Hong Kong and Taiwan. Many people in Hong Kong and Taiwan have entered the circle to repay usury. There are many second-generation ancestors in mainland China who come to the circle to scan their faces and find fun in life. Su Zhu should want to experience it in a different life, well, it should."

Nan's mother was stunned when she heard this, and immediately sighed: "Oh, it's really not easy for his mother who seeks fame to promise him to give up the piano."

"Yes," Nan Xi picked up the phone from the tea table and slapped Nan's mother, and I'll take it first.

Nanmother nodded.

"Panpan, you said." Asked about walking towards the garden, she didn't want Nan's mother to listen to the cumbersome things. Her relationship with Yang Panpan was not as good as Huang Yi, and she usually went to the Three Treasure Hall with tacit understanding.

So when the other side asked about their well-being for a while and didn't mention the key points, Nan Xi started to get up and asked: "Is the filming of "Spring Cold" going smoothly?"

It is only possible that there is a problem with the crew and there is no chance to contact other jobs.

The man was still stubborn: "Okay, it's pretty good, what's the problem?"

Since Miss Yang was unhappy to say that, Nan Xi was too lazy to ask more questions and was about to close the line: "Okay, come back and talk."

"Okay," hesitated and agreed, and shouted weakly after two seconds: "Sister Nan Xi."

Nan Xi did not answer, Yang Panpan seemed very conflicted, and he was relieved and very upset: "Forget it, it's better for you to die, so don't bother you."

"I haven't had a hang yet, tell me, what the hell is it?"

If you are confused about this, something big must have happened, otherwise Yang Panpan would not bow his head easily.

Yang Panpan was startled and blurted out his swear words: "Damn! I scare my dad to death." After losing my composure, he hurriedly rescued him, "Hey, don't be surprised. Sister Nan Xi, can you teach me to perform?"

"Teach you?" Nan Xi pretended to be shocked.

"Well," Yang Panpan said depressedly: "If my performance continues, Director He plans to be a substitute. I only start to show my face in the camera, lower my head in the literary scenes, and shoot back in the martial arts scenes. Is there any difference between this and the face-changing technique? If my brothers and sisters see it, I won't laugh to death."

Nan Xi reluctantly laughed. It seemed that Director He was so troubled that he could not help but come up with this detrimental move.

"Sister Nan Xi, are you teaching me? My stepmother recently got a few limited-edition HERMES bags, and there must be something you can like."

Nan Xi tapped the table with his fingers and scolded, "Panpan, sister, am I an overly realistic person?"

The question asked Yang Panpan, pondered for a moment, and replied: "It seems to be."
Chapter completed!