Long time talent and deep love [entertainment circle]

In the office of the hospital.

The doctor had just finished receiving one patient and was preparing for the next one, but saw the familiar mother Quan come in. Because it is a private hospital, the arrangement for patients is not so tight, and they can only come in by appointment.

The mother of the Quan family has a good relationship because she is a friend and a regular customer.

Mother Quan is very keen on the knowledge of children's Chinese medicine conditioning, and she will ask anything she doesn't understand.

The doctor friend knew what to ask as soon as he saw her, and he had a relationship like a friend and gossip: "Your son succeeded this time? He won't run away this time. Are you talking about the date of marriage?"

"No, no, no, it's the first girlfriend I've met officially. My son is very busy." Mother Quan explained in a very cryptic manner.

"Sister, what do you do?"

"A writer, just published a book, how about it, isn't it beautiful." Mother Quan couldn't hide her joy.

"Of course she is beautiful. I can see that your son is looking for it. If Ernie finds it, can he have such a look?" The doctor friend smiled, "Don't worry, it's just sick, it won't affect it, don't worry."

"You know what I'm going to say?" Mother Quan asked.

"I know, you were curious about this and that when you had afternoon tea last time, and you finally brought it today. It doesn't matter, the girl is still young, just take some Chinese medicine to adjust it, don't worry."

Mother Quan can trust the doctor friend's medical skills, but she is just worried: "I have been seriously ill a few times, but I am not in a hurry. I am still enlisting in the army. I just hope to be healthy and healthy. The child's grandmother also hopes the same. Everything else is secondary. need."

"Of course, you have to believe me, but you're a little thinner, you still have to pay attention to your diet, you know this, housewife."

After talking with her doctor friend, Quan’s mother went outside to buy food and returned to the infusion room. The previous worries were finally relieved. As long as the doctor said that there was no problem, it meant that it was not serious enough. It was only because of illness before. , that doctor made a fuss over a molehill.

After the infusion was over, He Ercheng and the others went back, covered their heads and fell asleep, and didn't wake up until night.

The night was just getting dark, Quan Zhilong and Quan Duomei came home at about the same time, Quan's mother was still busy in the kitchen, Quan's father was watching the news and holding the newspaper, and asked: "How is today?" matter.

Quan Duomei went directly upstairs to change clothes.

Quan Zhilong replied to his father: "Well, it's done, and I also listened to some of my grandmother's family history, but I haven't talked about those things, and my grandmother said I knew about them. They are really Chinese. I don't care about those words." Didn't understand at all."

Father Quan said with a smile: "Er Cheng can still tell lies to lie to you, but you have even deceived your family back."

Quan Zhilong rubbed his legs, rolled his trouser legs, and smiled playfully: "It's not just the right timing, God is helping me."

Father Quan glanced at his mother in the kitchen: "The study has already started construction. According to what you said, as long as she is not at home, it will be decorated. It has not been moved today. She is still sleeping in the room. She has been sleeping until now."

"No wonder." Since Quan Zhilong came in, she hasn't appeared, "Since when did you sleep? Haven't woken up yet?"

"I heard from your mother that she fell asleep after taking the medicine at noon, and she hasn't moved since then, so she's too embarrassed to wake her up."

Quan Zhilong picked up the bag and went back to the room, intending to wake her up for dinner, and then go to sleep, because she will have another headache in a while.

He opened the door of the room as usual, only to see that the room was pitch black, the curtains were tightly covered, and the door leading to the bathroom was closed. The poor IYE could only sleep on the place where her clothes were thrown on the floor. Clothes worn in the morning.

"Hey~ It's really... I haven't worn it yet, so I ruined my clothes like this." Quan Zhilong muttered in a low voice, IYE walked away when he saw him coming, he picked up the clothes casually, still In the bag, it must be washed before it can be worn.

"Baby..." he leaned over, removed the quilt with his head half exposed, tucked it around his neck, revealed his delicate face, and kissed the side of his face affectionately, "Is it better?"

He Ercheng pushed the removed quilt in disgust, shrunk her whole head into the quilt, made a whining sound, and resisted the moment of waking up.

Seeing that she didn't speak, he touched his forehead with his hand, the temperature was about the same as that of his hand, it seemed a little warmer, and it didn't look like he had a high fever: "Is there anything else uncomfortable?"

He Ercheng slightly opened his eyes, stretched for a long time, hugged his neck, and said, "Let me sleep for a while, I still don't feel well, my muscles are sore, and I'm still dizzy."

Quan Zhilong approached and asked, "What did the doctor say?"

"I was very obedient and did all kinds of examinations, but the answer was that I was eating indiscriminately, and then I had to take Chinese medicine every day like you. My life has been gloomy since then. I was very lucky before, but at noon The medicine made me stupefied, if it wasn't for your mother watching, I might just throw it away secretly." He Ercheng complained, complaining to him about taking traditional Chinese medicine.

Just ate a bag.

"Is your stomach still hurting?" Quan Zhilong tried to pick her up from the bed, but she seemed to be stuck to the bed, and she couldn't even move, as if she did it on purpose.

"No, it seems that I didn't vomit anymore after lunch, and my stomach is not so uncomfortable."

"Well, that's good." So he kissed his forehead, eyes, and cheeks fiercely, and asked, "Can I get up now?"

"Well, I still don't remember, I want to stay in bed."

"It doesn't seem suitable. If it's morning, then stay in bed. It's dark now, so I'm going to eat."

"Are you ready to go?"

"No, mom is doing it. I'll wake you up first, so that everyone won't wait for you later, and you won't be embarrassed again."

He Ercheng nodded: "Get up, then I'll get up."

Quan Zhilong finally convinced her, and when he wanted to get her clothes, he felt that the hand holding her neck still didn't want to let go, so he put his arms around his waist, and hugged her directly to the bathroom door before saying, "Wash your face, I'll get it for you." clothing."

Only then did she let go.

The two people who had just packed up and went down, Quan Zhilong's footsteps were very fast. When they got downstairs, He Ercheng took one step at a time, as if they could take a walk as slowly as possible. Even Quan Duomei, who came down last, couldn't He has already sat next to Father Quan.

Seeing her state, Quan Zhilong only found it funny, and asked, "What are you doing?"

Seeing him laughing at her, he just stood there holding his mouth and didn't leave.

When Quan's mother heard the voice, she asked with concern: "Er Cheng, are you feeling better?"

He Ercheng didn't speak, just nodded, his mouth puffed up, all kinds of cute expressions appeared, and he wanted to see Quan Zhilong anxious, but he just stood there and laughed at her.

Mother Quan didn't hear any reply, so she just looked over, and she couldn't help lowering her head and secretly laughing at the clumsy picture, and said in a low voice, "This kid is really cute, he must be playing around again, it looks good about there."

Quan's mother said, "It's time to eat." Then He Ercheng quickened his pace, went downstairs quickly, and took a seat at the table.

Everyone had been busy for a day, and when they started to start, Quan's father realized that He Ercheng was holding chopsticks, but he kept staring at the kimchi soup. What, just motionless, the same for raising the head once, and the same for raising the head the second time.

He pushed his son, and asked him for no reason: "What's wrong?"

Quan Duomei asked concerned: "Er Cheng, is it still a little uncomfortable?"

She still kept her eyeballs on the kimchi soup, but moved a little bit, biting her chopsticks, as if she was still hesitating.

Quan's mother said: "It should be better. It's much better than when I went out in the morning. It's just a bad stomach, and other problems are not serious."

Quan Zhilong moved away the chopsticks she was biting into her mouth, and said, "Dad, you can eat, she just didn't wake up, she needs to sort out her mood."

But Quan's father still asked: "Er Cheng, if you want to eat that, you can move your chopsticks, or don't you like it?"

He Ercheng shook his head: "Father Quan, I just want to stay for a while, and give me a few more minutes."

Quan Duomei buried her head in her meal and could hear the sound of wanting to spit immediately, covering her face: "No rush, take your time."

"Thank you." He Ercheng said, wanting to bite his chopsticks again.

It was still stopped by Quan Zhilong: "It's so dangerous, you better not move."

Father Quan didn't understand at all, what was going on in the mind of a child of her age?The son is already difficult to understand, and now it is even more difficult to understand.

Quan's mother said to the puzzled Quan's father: "It seems that my kimchi soup is very attractive, and the color is also pretty."

"Of course not." Quan Zhilong said.

"En." He Ercheng slowly picked up the chopsticks again.

Quan Zhilong pinched her chin, turned his face to his side, and said, "Is it okay to just stare at me in a daze?"

He Ercheng pushed his hand away, and said disappointedly: "I'm tired of watching it." Putting down his chopsticks, he rubbed his temples, "The book signing meeting is about to start, and they only told me the location and the number of people present, but, Ou Ni, don’t you also pay attention to the shape? It’s nerve-wracking, I haven’t thought about it yet.”

Quan Zhilong has no status at all, even his sister is laughing at him.

Mother Quan said: "You should wear something nicer in public, ask your sister to take you there, or go to the store to get it."

Quan Duomei said: "You should have thought of it a long time ago, there should be quite a lot of people."

He Ercheng nodded, a little stressed: "What if you have a little phobia when there are many people? Oppa, how did you solve your stage phobia?"

Quan Zhilong said: "Haven't you been on stage before? You don't panic when you see street performances, why do you get nervous at book signings? Isn't it the same?"

He Ercheng said: "That's different. At that time, it was just for fun. I just had to show up and leave after dancing or singing. What if they talk to me at the book signing party? What to do? What if my hands get sore when signing? Also, am I the only one? I can bring a friend with me, and I didn’t tell me about the safety issues. As for the order at the scene, although I am not important, But is there anyone who wants to maintain order at the scene, am I thinking too much?"

He Ercheng articulated all these questions and doubts, and was about to eat, so he took two mouthfuls of white rice with the rice.

Quan Zhilong picked up some bean sprouts and chicken wings for her, very puzzled: "Didn't tell you about these? What about the organizer? I heard you said that these things were arranged by the teacher for you, and she didn't understand?"

Quan Duomei said: "Zhilong, it's a book signing event. It's not the same as your artist. It doesn't have so much attention, and it doesn't need to be packaged like an artist. However, Er Cheng, since you go out to meet people, you can spend your own money outside." Dress up, and if you're nervous, get someone you trust to go with you."

He Ercheng said: "That should be the case. Grandma will go there too. It's not suitable to find Zheng Qisheng. If grandma goes, there needs to be someone to get on and off the bus. If my brother is called, grandma will have someone to take care of her." , isn't it, and then, Min Xi can leave it to me, and Min Xi can stay with me."

Quan Zhilong asked: "What about me, I specially arranged to rest that day and was going to the scene, why didn't he come to me for taking care of grandma?"

Quan's mother said: "That's just right. After you finish, let's have a meal together. How about celebrating your achievements? There are so many people, your grandma is also happy."

"It's not good, if it is photographed, it will be a bit to Ouba..." He Ercheng hesitated.

"It should be fine. We've known each other for a long time, and we all know about it online. We didn't eat alone, but with everyone. It's fine." Quan Duomei said.

"Online?" He Ercheng was a little confused, but seemed to remember something, pulled Quan Zhilong's clothes, "give me your phone."

In her memory, she hadn't been online for a long time, and she didn't even log in to INS last time, so she asked Ouba to find out the password, and then she forgot about it because she was busy.

Kwon Domi said: "Didn't you update your photo on INS and post your younger brother Hormon? Everyone knows that you are Hormon's sister. Then Li Zhien, your brother, and Dong Yongbai all reposted it that day, and you also helped me along the way." You promoted your new book, so I posted a photo of us together in the hospital, Min Hyo Rin doesn’t have any photos, and I don’t want to post the same one as Yong Bae, so I replied to the photo I posted, introducing Zhilong to you.”

"I never thought about posting my own photos online, let alone going to Aitholmen, I never even thought about it." He Ercheng was still a little confused, when did this happen?From what Ernie said, it should have been a long time.

Quan Zhilong said: "It's not a big problem, anyway, you have to show your face at the book signing event, so report to your readers in advance, it's okay, there is no conflict."

All eyes looked at Quan Zhilong in unison. In this way, this matter is an INS that he posted on his own initiative.

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