Song Feixue pulled him and asked, "Where are you going?"
Nie Zheng frowned and pursed his thin lips.
"Uh..." Song Feixue understood immediately, "Zheng, I don't want to interfere with you, but I am your girlfriend and I care about you."
Nie Zheng still did not answer, but urged Liao Qingming, "Have the arrangements been made?"
"Okay, okay." Liao Qingming nodded repeatedly, "Mr. Nie, we can leave right away."
Seeing this, Song Feixue looked unnatural, "Are you busy? Then go ahead and I won't stop you."
"Um."
Nie Zheng nodded, paused and said.
"Fei Xue, you don't have to work recently? I remember that you have a full schedule of dramas and variety shows."
"Uh, yes."
Song Feixue brushed her hair and said, "I miss you so much that I took the time to come here."
However, she was so interested, and when she came... her joy was in vain.
"I'm leaving [新 ]."
Nie Zheng didn't say much and left with Liao Qingming.
"Azheng..."
Song Feixue's call was stuck in her throat. Why was it like this? She finally waited until Nie Zheng divorced and became his girlfriend, but in the end... they didn't seem to get closer at all.
Apart from what she thought was a girlfriend, she couldn't feel any intimacy from Nie Zheng towards her.
This made Song Feixue very flustered...
The phone in her pocket kept vibrating, and Song Feixue picked it up impatiently.
"Hello?" Song Feixue yelled angrily, "What's the matter? You keep calling me?"
On the other end was her assistant Xiao Chen, who was very cautious and said, "Sister Fei Xue, you haven't come to the set yet? The director is waiting."
"Then let him wait!"
Song Feixue was furious and became angry with shame.
"What's wrong? With my status as a celebrity, can't I make him wait? Tell him that if he likes to wait, just wait. If he doesn't like to wait, he can replace me if he has the ability!"
After that, he hung up the phone.
Song Feixue naturally knew that it was impossible for the director to replace her. Her backstage was Nie Zheng.
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Here, Nie Zheng hurried to the ancient city.
Feng Xiaoxiao was already lying on the hospital bed. Treatment had been carried out, and an infusion was being given to her left hand.
Pushing open the door, Nie Zheng walked in. Fu Jie was guarding the bedside and stood up immediately when he saw him.
"Mr. Nie."
"Yeah." Nie Zheng nodded, his eyes fell on Feng Xiaoxiao, "Go out."
"Yes." Fu Jie nodded and went out with Liao Qingming.
Nie Zheng sat down by the bed, gently held Feng Xiaoxiao's hand, and whispered, "What's going on? How can someone who doesn't get sick often get themselves like this?"
Behind him, the door opened.
Nie Zheng frowned and was getting impatient.
But the nurse came in to change the infusion bottle for Feng Xiaoxiao. She happened to hear Nie Zheng talking to himself.
So he explained: "She is overstressed, suffering from stress-induced stomach cramps and intestinal colic."
Too much pressure?
Nie Zheng was even more confused. He had clearly given Xiaoxiao enough alimony and she could live a good life without having to work. How could she still be stressed? What a fool.
The nurse changed the infusion bottle and looked at Nie Zheng.
"Are you her boyfriend?"
"Huh?" Nie Zheng was startled, not knowing how to answer.
The nurse thought he had acquiesced, and explained, "She wakes up in a while, and you carry her on your back to move around. In her case, the gastrointestinal motility needs to be stimulated, and medicine can only relieve pain. Remember?"
"Uh, okay."
Nie Zheng nodded numbly.
The nurse turned around and went out. Nie Zheng stood by the bed quietly, waiting for Feng Xiaoxiao to wake up.
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Feng Xiaoxiao woke up and felt that her mouth was extremely dry.
"Water..." The first subconscious reaction was to ask for water.
"Oh." Nie Zheng nodded quickly, brought her some water, and handed it to her mouth, "Drink."
Feng Xiaoxiao was stunned, thinking that he was dreaming. Otherwise, how could he see Nie Zheng?
Seeing that she didn't move, Nie Zheng was surprised, "What's wrong?"
He seemed to understand. He walked around behind Feng Xiaoxiao and asked her to lean against him, "Are you weak? In this way, I will feed you."
Leaning against Nie Zheng's solid chest and feeling his familiar body temperature, Feng Xiaoxiao slowly woke up - this was not a dream, this was the real Nie Zheng.
"Drink."
Nie Zheng patiently coaxed her.
Feng Xiaoxiao blinked and lowered his head to drink water. "Ahem..."
I drank a little too quickly and choked.
"Slow down." Nie Zheng hurriedly stretched out his hand to wipe it for her, "Why are you in a hurry? Drink slowly."
Feng Xiaoxiao dodged and shook his head, "Okay, no more."
Nie Zheng put down the water glass, but the person was still behind Feng Xiaoxiao. Feng Xiaoxiao was a little embarrassed, "I want to lie down."
"Don't."
Nie Zheng supported her, "The doctor said that when you wake up, you need to move around."
"Huh?" Feng Xiaoxiao blinked blankly. How could she move around like this?
"hehe."
Nie Zheng smiled and rubbed her head.
"Instead of letting you move on your own, let me carry you around. I said your gastrointestinal tract is not smooth and you need to move."
With that said, he turned his back to Feng Xiaoxiao.
"Come on, come up."
Looking at his straight back, Feng Xiaoxiao took a deep breath and lay down. Nie Zheng stood up with her on his back and walked back and forth in the room.
"Is this okay?" Nie Zheng asked carefully, "Will it hurt?"
"No." Feng Xiaoxiao shook his head.
"That's good." Nie Zheng breathed a sigh of relief and added, "If it hurts, just say it and I'll walk slower."
"...Yeah." Feng Xiaoxiao nodded.
For a moment, neither of them spoke. In the room, the only sounds of silence were Nie Zheng's footsteps and each other's breathing.
It was Nie Zheng who spoke first.
"Your illness is stressful, why do you put so much pressure on yourself?" Nie Zheng asked, vaguely reproachful.
Feng Xiaoxiao pressed her cheek against his back, her voice a little hoarse.
"I didn't mean to do it because the premiere was so successful that the film crew started using me for promotion. Before every performance, the director also said that many people came here for me..."
This pressure was instilled into my heart little by little.
Nie Zheng nodded, "This is a good thing, but you have to learn to adjust and turn stress into motivation, and don't let it hurt your body."
"Um."
Feng Xiaoxiao nodded, "I have never experienced this before. I will get better slowly in the future."
Why.
Nie Zheng sighed silently. Seeing her like this, he really didn't know whether his original decision was right or wrong.
According to his opinion, it would be best for Xiaoxiao to just be a Mrs. Nie who only knows how to spend money.
However, Xiaoxiao has her own ideas and pursuits, and he cannot stop her after all. In this case, it is better to give her a gust of wind to help her succeed.
"Mr. Nie..."
Feng Xiaoxiao finally asked in a muffled voice.
"Why are you here?"
Nie Zheng paused and asked her, "If I said that I just happened to pass by, would you believe it?"
Feng Xiaoxiao thought for a moment and asked him: "Mr. Nie, do you think I am that stupid?"
Ah.
Nie Zheng sneered, "No, you're not stupid, you're just a little slow."