Originally, I thought that no one would surpass it anymore.

Two years later.

The second part of "Son of the Devil" came out.

Half of them are happy, and half of them are down.

Many people think that this screenwriter saw that the last script was so popular, so he came out to make money.

And then.

As soon as it was broadcast, the ratings broke again.

Mysterious screenwriter, Zero.

It was branded as a ghost.

Everyone is waiting.

and the third part of the coming out.

Maybe it will become another classic.

People in the entertainment industry don't know how many agents are inquiring and staring.

As long as this script comes out, even if the old face is gone, then you have to stuff your own artists into the crew.

Even soy sauce is good.

Then, wait, wait, wait.

Sister Qing is in her artist's house.

Still on the ground, like something worthless, I found the script of the third part of "Son of the Devil".

Is his own artist treating this script as a cabbage?

Nan Ji simply listened to Sister Qing's introduction.

"How much can I get in exchange?"

Sister Qing held the script and was a little excited

"It's not something that can be measured by how much money can measure."

Nan Ji pouted.

"O"

As he spoke, he walked into the living room.

When I woke up in the morning, I didn't do anything else, I just worried about the night pearl.

Hungry.

She sat in the living room for a moment.

The doctor walked out.

placket

"I had a low-grade fever because of a stomach attack.

I pricked him with a silver needle.

Able to relieve the symptoms of his pain.

However, these are not the symptoms.

The most important thing is to regulate from life.

He has a very serious stomach problem, and when he is saved from stomach bleeding, he is afraid that it will be too late and he will probably have to cut his stomach. ”

Nan Ji listened for a long time.

Rise

"Will you die?"

The doctor's face became serious.

I wonder how this family member could ask such an obvious question

"His stomach was completely broken, and when he was full of tubes, he lived on infusions.

How long do you think he will live? ”

Nan Jiao's brows twisted slightly.

It sounds troublesome, complicated, and annoying.

She doesn't like troublesome things.

But.

This is the matter of the pearl of the night.

Pouting.

Reach out and take the doctor's prescription.

The little black dragon whispered

[Host, be kind to him.] 】

After all, it's so rare, so fragile.

Sister Qing followed the doctor to grab the medicine.

Before leaving, I was reluctant to give up on the script, and turned back in three steps.

*

When Ruan Mo woke up, it was already noon.

The silver needle in his arm had been removed.

The burning pain in my stomach has eased a lot.

As soon as I opened my eyes.

The house was empty.

Outside the house, the warm sunlight shone on the bed.

Envelop him all over.

He sat up and couldn't help but cough twice.

It didn't take long.

The door clicked.

Be opened.

Nam Ji stood at the door in a white pajamas.

"Awake? Come and eat. ”

Ruan Mo bowed his head.

The long black lashes trembled slightly.

That beautiful face was not weakened by his pale face because of his illness.

gives birth to a sense of beauty that is sick and alienated.

He lifted the covers and got out of bed.

Stand there

"I'm going to take a shower."

Little Black Dragon is timely popularized science

"Host, it's best not to bathe during illness.

It is easy to worsen the degree of fever. ”

Nan Ji leaned against the door frame

"Impossible."

Ruan Mo's brows furrowed slightly.

"You're too wide."

As he spoke, he held his hand on the table next to him.

The other hand is pressed slightly lower on the chest.

Nan Ji walked over.

She was annoyed by the sunlight outside the house.

However, the night pearl should bask in the sun more.

So, I don't plan to spend much time in the bedroom.

took Ruan Mo's hand and walked to the living room.