Jiang Mian watched as Su Lixing suddenly burst in and couldn’t help but pull up her blanket, feeling a sudden warmth all over her body.
Why so sudden!
All hustle and bustle.
"It’s not like that, let see where you’re hurt."
Su Lixing caught a glimpse of Jiang Mian’s hospital gown and imdiately wanted to tug at her blanket.
"You’re already dressed in a hospital gown."
Su Lixing sounded anxious; it couldn’t be so kind of aftereffect of the earthquake that only manifested days later.
Jiang Mian clutched at her blanket, muttering, "Hey, really, I’m fine, don’t pull my blanket, it’ll be cold."
Can’t this missy just settle down for a while.
Wearing the hospital gown was just...
It’s a long story.
The more Jiang Mian acted like this, the more worried and anxious Su Lixing beca.
For sure this woman has sothing to hide; if there’s no problem, why all this pulling and clutching.
After last night’s ordeal, Jiang Mian hardly had any strength left in her hands, and Su Lixing pulled away the blanket in one go.
During the tussle, Jiang Mian’s hospital gown got sowhat disheveled, with two buttons at the neckline coming undone.
Su Lixing’s gaze swept over for a mont, then promptly turned away and carefully covered Jiang Mian with the blanket.
She shifted her gaze elsewhere, her tone sowhat unnatural, "I didn’t an to..."
From what she’d just seen, it suggested that the two had both the mood and energy to leave marks; it seed they were both recovering well.
She was worrying over nothing.
Su Lixing pulled out a chair and sat down, casually sipping water, "A hospital room play, huh? You really know how to have fun."
Jiang Mian stuffed a few orange slices into Su Lixing’s hand, "Even food can’t shut your mouth."
Last night was just the successful lighting of the fire, but it was put out midway.
Jiang Mian, concerned about Fu Sichen’s health, stopped him directly; in the end, it just resulted in her delicate hands suffering.
This darn man, even when sick, doesn’t plan to let off.
Her hands were still trembling with a slight, sour ache.
There was no play at all.
"Oh, right, about the stuff online, your fans are camping out under my Weibo. When you have a mont, maybe take a picture and post it on Weibo."
These few days in the hospital, Jiang Mian, besides reassuring her family, had just left her phone aside.
She reached for her phone and logged into Weibo, with a deluge of private ssages popping up.
Jiang Mian’s phone stuttered a bit.
"How can my brand-new phone be lagging again, it’s really a headache."
Su Lixing glanced up at Jiang Mian, clicking her tongue, "Tsk, tsk, tsk, always showing off your wealth."
Jiang Mian v: [I’m fine now, thank you to the Gingers and everyone for your concern, praying for Ping City /candle jpg./]
[Baby!! Seeing you post on Weibo finally put at ease.]
[Praying for Ping City’s safety and peace!!]
[Jiang Xiaomian is truly kind-hearted, even while sick she’s still donating and providing aid.]
[Beautiful and kind-hearted, with such righteous values—where else can you find soone like this!]
...
After the earthquake, the crew of "Huasheng" took a collective break for a while.
Ming Lang was also quite shaken up; thankfully, all the shooting at this location was complete, it’s just a pity that this scene could now only be seen in the movie.
And their movie would serve as the last record of this place.
To ensure that Fu Sichen and Jiang Mian could properly recuperate, Fu Jingcun had people clean up Fu’s Villa for them to stay and recuperate in peace.
When Xu Lai, Luo Ting, and Yangyang brought the two over, they were shocked beyond belief.
This place, compared to a scenic area—what’s the difference? It takes twenty minutes to drive around it.
There are mountains and water, even an underground wine cellar, and the spray from the central fountain under the light, shimring with the waves, looks exceptionally beautiful.
Just how much wealth does the Fu Family actually have...
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