"Si Lan, you're here."

"Hmm." Song Silan walked in, and the roots of his ears were slightly red.

Lian Zhenzhen saw it, and secretly snickered in his heart.

"Si Lan, I shaved my brother's beard, do you think he is more handsome?"

Song Silan heard the sound and raised his eyes to the man.

The face was slightly emaciated, and the skin was excessively white.

But the facial features are deep and the contours are clear, like a handsome boy who came out of a comic.

Song Silan glanced at it, quickly looked away, the roots of his ears turned even redder, and he sighed, which could be regarded as a reply to Lian Zhenzhen's words.

Lian Zhenzhen didn't tease her anymore, this time she came to the hospital and brought strawberries, washed them and put them aside.

"Si Lan, eat everything."

"Thank you."

Song Silan bowed his head, looking humble and polite.

Lian Zhenzhen looked at her demeanor and guessed that her tutor must be very good.

It's just a pity that he is so young and has been staying in the hospital.

Lian Zhenzhen wanted to ask about her condition several times, but she couldn't help it.

I don't know the truth, maybe I can still imagine that she will get better.

It was almost noon, and even Zhenzhen went downstairs to buy food and brought one for Song Silan.

Song Silan took the lunch box with a smile, and before he could take a bite, two middle-aged women who looked like nannies immediately came over and took the lunch box with a vigilant face to stop Song Silan from eating.

"Miss, how can you eat other people's things casually?"

As she spoke, the two women looked at Lian Zhenzhen with resentful eyes.

Seeing this, Lian Zhenzhen couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

Song Silan hurriedly stood up and explained, "No, I asked Sister Zhenzhen to bring me the food." ”

"Miss, you can't eat those things outside. And it's not guaranteed, it will be used by bad guys. ”

Song Silan was embarrassed, afraid that they would make Lian Zhenzhen more and more embarrassed, so he pulled the two women to leave first.

"Sister Zhenzhen, I'll go first, and we'll talk next time."

"Okay."

Lian Zhenzhen looked at Song Silan and the two women with a complicated expression.

I guessed that Song Silan's identity was not simple, so those two women would make such a fuss.

Lian Zhenzhen eats two lunches by himself, picks up the meat inside and eats it first.

After leaving the hospital, she rushed to an abandoned hospital in the suburbs.

The crew is filming here today.

When she arrived, she saw that the field workers were already setting up the background.

She sat with the other group performers, and there were people who recognized her identity, and they couldn't help but talk in a weird way.

"Yo, who is this? Isn't this our princess-to-be? ”

The people nearby, hearing this, all focused their eyes on Lian Zhenzhen.

There is surprise, there is envy, and there is mockery.

Lian Zhenzhen smiled mechanically at the corner of his mouth, stiffened, and waved his arm around, "Comrades have worked hard. ”

"......" the crowd.

"Oh my God, the princess-to-be is really inspirational, she has to dance with the prince at night, and she also comes out part-time during the day."

"If she is really a quasi-princess, it is estimated that the prince is so scared that he doesn't even want the throne."

"Hahaha......"

Those harsh voices, like small blades, gently scratched Lian Zhenzhen's ear canal.

Lian Zhenzhen clenched his fingers, stood up suddenly, raised his eyes, and his face was full of fierceness.

The wide coat shows that she is powerful and strong, and she unconsciously raises a little momentum.

These people, just mock her on the Internet.

After all, she couldn't find it along the network cable.

But now they are still mocking her in front of her, which is boring for themselves.

Lian Zhenzhen glanced around at them, crooked half of the corners of his mouth, and scolded them cracklingly, "What's wrong with me coming out to work part-time during the day?" What's wrong with me dancing with the prince at night? Have I eaten yours and drunk yours? How can you worry so much? I see that your fake chest slipped to your back, your chin poked into your chest, and the trigeminal nerve fell into your stomach! One by one, the mouth is like eating. Believe it or not, I'm putting your names on your panties and farting you all night?! ”[1]

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