"Hey, everyone, please stop for a moment. Xiaoxiao invites you to have a supper."
As soon as the male protagonist shouted, his colleagues gathered around him.
"Wow, it smells so good."
"Xiaoxiao, where did this come from? I've been injured from eating in the hotel cafeteria these past two days... This is so delicious!"
Feng Xiaoxiao couldn't laugh or cry, what a pack of wolves.
These were sent to her by Mr. Nie.
"Get out of the way, I want something to eat myself."
Feng Xiaoxiao grabbed a large piece of venison, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it happily.
The male lead stared straight at it, "Xiaoxiao, aren't you afraid of getting fat? What time is it, and you're actually chewing meat?"
"Huh, I need you to take care of it!"
Feng Xiaoxiao rolled her eyes at him, but couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth.
Even if she gained weight from the meat Nie Zheng sent her, she still had to eat it...
Thinking this way, Feng Xiaoxiao suddenly froze! What happened to her? Why did she think so?
Is she crazy?
Nie Zheng is not here for her!
Song Feixue was ill. When Nie Zheng got the news, he sent a doctor and not only told her, he even rushed over from Ancheng himself!
It can be seen how much Nie Zheng cares about Song Feixue.
And these foods were just brought to her by Nie Zhengshun - to him, they were just a little bit of insignificant charity.
Suddenly, Feng Xiaoxiao felt that the venison in his mouth became tasteless.
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Early the next morning, Nie Zheng drove to take Song Feixue back to the set.
The car stopped at the entrance of the studio. Nie Zheng frowned slightly and advised: "Fei Xue, your body has not recovered yet. Do you have to go back to the studio today?"
Song Feixue smiled and said, "I'm fine now. As you know, it's just that I'm not used to the local environment. It's not a big problem."
With her insistence like this, Nie Zheng couldn't say anything else.
"Remember to take your medicine and pay attention to your diet."
"Yes, I remember."
Song Feixue smiled and nodded, "Don't worry, I will take good care of myself for you."
Nie Zheng frowned and said nothing.
"Then I'm leaving."
Song Feixue turned around, opened the car door, thought for a while, then turned around and asked.
"Azheng, when are you leaving?"
Nie Zheng thought for a moment and realized that the purpose of his coming here had not yet been achieved. He answered vaguely, "Depending on the situation, I shouldn't be able to stay long."
"Well, I will be very busy as soon as I go on stage." Song Feixue smiled, "I can't see you off. Be careful on the road."
"good."
Nie Zheng nodded and watched her get out of the car, but did not let the driver drive away. The driver did not dare to act rashly.
"Mr. Nie, are you leaving?"
Nie Zheng was silent, "I'll get off the car, you wait for me here."
"Hey, it's Mr. Nie."
Nie Zheng got out of the car and walked to the set. He was not wearing a suit today. He was wearing a hooded jacket and a pair of military trousers. His bangs were also let down. His aura was different from the past.
As the president of Yunxing, he naturally knows something about the entertainment industry.
Nie Zheng walked around to the set from an unobtrusive place.
He came to see Feng Xiaoxiao. She had a night show last night. I wonder if there will be another show during the day today?
If the time can be matched, he plans to take her out.
The conditions here are too bad. Xiaoxiao is used to a good life. She needs to take a good bath and eat something comfortably.
However, Nie Zheng did not expect that where he knew, someone also knew.
Qi Junyan parked the car directly there, holding a bag in his hand. There was also a bouquet of red roses on the front of the car beside him.
Seeing this bouquet of flowers, Nie Zheng frowned.