Song Feixue opened her eyes, stretched out her hand to Nie Zheng, and tried her best to smile, "You're here? You're so busy, I'm sorry..."
As he spoke, his eyes turned red.
Nie Zheng walked quickly to her side.
"Don't say that, you never have to say sorry to me."
"A Zheng..."
Just before the door closed, Feng Xiaoxiao heard their conversation - and instantly, her eyes felt a little moist.
"whispering sound."
Feng Xiaoxiao smiled mockingly.
"What's wrong with me? Am I touched by their love?"
Thinking about it, it’s really touching.
Feng Xiaoxiao didn't know much about their affairs. Feng Xiaoxiao only knew that Song Feixue had been with Nie Zheng for more than two years when he left Ancheng and went to Jingcheng.
In those two years, Feng Xiaoxiao knew nothing about Nie Zheng...
And after those two years, Nie Zheng turned around and trampled on his father Nie Hongxin!
Accumulated huge wealth and power...
In other words, they had the relationship of childhood sweethearts for more than ten years, and later, Song Feixue spent time with Nie Zheng... probably his most difficult two years!
Even Feng Xiaoxiao has to say - Song Feixue deserves to be with Nie Zheng.
Feng Xiaoxiao blinked, held back the moisture in his eyes, and walked out.
Here, Nie Zheng hugged Song Feixue.
"Let's go, Feixue, we have to go to the hospital, we need an infusion."
"Well..." Song Feixue nestled in his arms, weak and weak, "Zheng, I feel so uncomfortable, will I not be able to survive?"
Nie Zheng's face darkened, "Don't talk nonsense, it's just that I'm not used to it."
"Zheng, stay with me, don't leave me." Song Feixue grabbed Nie Zheng's lapel and crawled into his arms.
It seems that only in this way can he feel safe.
"Well, I won't leave."
Nie Zheng hugged Song Feixue and left the hotel.
He put Song Feixue in the car, paused, and told Liao Qingming, "Wait for me for a moment."
"Uh, yes, Mr. Nie."
"Azheng, where are you going?" Song Feixue frowned, not wanting him to leave.
Nie Zheng said briefly, "I left something in your room, go get it..."
After saying that, he turned around and left quickly. Neither Song Feixue nor Liao Qingming could say a word.
Song Feixue frowned and murmured.
"Qingming, actually, you can definitely go for this kind of thing."
"Haha." Liao Qingming smiled awkwardly, "Mr. Nie has never had any airs..."
In fact, Liao Qingming knew in his heart why Mr. Nie went back, but even if he beat him to death, he couldn't let Miss Song know.
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Nie Zheng ran back to the lobby and took the two bags that Liao Qingming had just left from the counter.
"Thanks."
"You're welcome."
Nie Zheng carried two bags and rushed to the set next to the hotel.
It was dark, and the lights were lit on the set. There was a night scene tonight. Nie Zheng entered the set and looked around for Feng Xiaoxiao.
Finally, I found it under an umbrella at the back.
"Ha ha……"
Feng Xiaoxiao was taking selfies with the male protagonist, "Let me see, oh, my face is too big! No, try again, this time I have to stand behind."
The male protagonist looked at the photo and smiled.
"You have a big face and are beautiful. Beautiful people are not afraid of being photographed no matter what."
"Really?" Feng Xiaoxiao raised her eyebrows and smiled proudly, "I can't help it, who made me naturally beautiful..."
Nie Zheng frowned, his face darkened, and he called Feng Xiaoxiao.
"Ouch."
Feng Xiaoxiao was startled when "Mr.
The male protagonist was surprised, "Who is it?"
"No one!"
Feng Xiaoxiao grabbed the phone and walked to the corner, ready to answer it. When she looked up, she saw Nie Zheng standing there with a dark face.