Nanfeng listened, pointed to his forehead, and said, "She hit it with a pot." ”

"Then you... What do you want? Qiao Hanye had nothing to say, but he looked at the wound on his forehead distressedly, and he couldn't laugh or cry, but he didn't expect him to open up, but he knew it like this?

At this moment, Qiao Hanye was glad that he met Helan Jin, otherwise he would not be able to raise his head in this life if he was beaten with a pot.

"I want to drink." Nanfeng said.

Before Qiao Hanye could speak, he quietly took out a sip of wine from behind him and drank it.

The wine was too strong, and he got drunk after a while, turned around and jumped down from the building, turned around and hugged the tree and climbed up, Helan Jin just went downstairs, and was on the phone there, and saw this scene.

"It's okay, I'll call you later." Helan Jin said.

She approached and smelled the rich and stuffy smell of wine, Nanfeng hugged the tree with a red face, and kept rubbing and said, "Don't hit me, I don't want you to hit me." ”

"Come down." Helan Jin said.

Nanfeng opened his eyes and looked at her, smiled, and when he let go of his hand, he fell from the tree and sat on the puppy's body, and the dog was spit out by his tongue while he sat down.

Seeing its mouthful of paint and sticky hair, she couldn't stop laughing.

After a while, Han Beicheng came to carry the south wind away, and the dog moved, twisted his butt and got out of the ground, and was trained by Helan Hibiscus and said, "You dare to do it to grandpa?" He picked you up and raised you. ”

"You can't be disrespectful to your master in the future, otherwise, I will send you away." Helan Jin intimidated it, and the puppy shrank down and nodded violently as if he understood.

Qiao Hanye heard her voice, and he stood on the balcony looking at her figure.

"It's cold outside, come up." Qiao Hanye said in a deep voice.

Hearing the man's magnetic voice, she turned her head to look, raised her feet and walked towards the garden, while holding the script and reading the lines, thinking of recording tomorrow, she panicked.

"It's the cold night, it's the first time I'm on TV, what if I mess up?" Helan Jin asked softly.

She didn't sing and dance on stage, but arranged a theater, telling an inspirational story of a good young man who worked hard to pursue his dreams.

Without waiting for him to speak, she took a deep breath and said; "Don't be nervous, definitely not too nervous."

Although it was the first time, in order to prevent someone from doing anything to her, she tried to control the time alone in case of any accidents, after all, some people are thieves.

Thinking of this, she immediately put Qiao Hanye aside.

"......" Qiao Hanye wanted to comfort her a few words, but she turned around and left, leaving him to sit alone, and vaguely heard the sound of her reciting lines.

He stood up and stepped forward, looking at her figure, the tall figure seemed to be healthy, but due to poisoning, his body was getting worse day by day.

Sensing his gaze, Helan Jin turned her head to look at him.

"Do you need to be accompanied?" Qiao Hanye asked.

She shook her head at once, stepped forward and closed the door, and said; "No peeping."

The moment she closed the door, she felt a stuffy pain in her chest, and she couldn't breathe, and she leaned against the door panel, constantly breathing loudly, for fear of being heard by Qiao Hanye.

"Am I really out of cure?" She thought to herself.

Feeling the pain for a while, she was paralyzed on the ground, looking at the manuscript that had fallen on the ground, reaching out to pick it up and flatten it, as if nothing had happened.

At the moment when she fell, Qiao Hanye stood outside the window, trying his best to control himself, he knew her character, and wanted to hide it and didn't want him to see it, but he was still worried.