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"Right now, no reporter from any family knows about your injury while filming. It would be good to take this opportunity to let the public see it. After all, you can't hide it from the camera. Even if Director He sees it, he can't say anything, maybe. I can even praise you for your professionalism."

Deng Qixia glanced at him while manipulating the steering wheel, but was stunned when he saw his unbandaged hands under his gaze: "Xiao Nuan, what are you?"

Song Nuan didn't care about her injuries just now and just came out of the bathroom after taking a shower. Her hair is still covered with drops of water, and she doesn't know if she can do it neatly during the official interview.

The scab on the palm began to ooze blood again, but the swelling was not too serious.The appearance is only slightly abnormal, and if you cover it with a sleeve, you won't see much.

But even if this kind of thing can deceive outsiders, how can it be possible to deceive oneself.

Song Nuan was a little irritated by the pain from the palms and leg bones, stomped her feet slightly to relieve her mood, touched a cigarette and came out and whispered: "I won't let the reporter know."

The sound he made was too low, and it was mixed with the horn of the car in front. Deng Qixia couldn't hear it clearly for a while, so he leaned over and asked "What are you talking about?" Don't smoke at this juncture.

"Reporters and cameras that are close can smell it. You are just about to show up. It is important to be cautious in everything, don't play dead."

Song Nuan rolled down the car window to reveal a small gap, biting the cigarette holder and looking out the window: "I just have a mouthful, I don't use cigarettes."

He was thinking about the bowl of porridge on the dining table before he went out, and he always felt that there were many inexplicable emotions growing in his heart.

What kind of person a person can be with is directly proportional to his own status and conditions.Su Changle is too far away from him, definitely not casually taking him seriously.

At that time, the reason why he chose to follow the agent's wishes and knock on the general manager's door first was that he was ready to leave at any time.

Song Nuan had known for a long time that her sexual orientation was different from many others, so when she received the olive branch from Su Changle, she was only surprised, but not disgusted at all.

It can even be said that he went to the appointment with the mentality of 'playing around'.

The process of applauding for love with the general manager was quite pleasant, both he and Su Changle felt that they were very in tune.

In fact, as long as he keeps his heart, this transaction is completely beneficial and harmless to Song Nuan.

But the problem is that some things seem to have changed quietly now, and they are gradually becoming uncontrollable.

And I didn't intend to stop the loss in time at all, and I even had a bit of a happy mood, thinking about it was enough to be fucked.

"What are you thinking about? I'm so preoccupied." Deng Qixia raised his voice and broke his contemplation. Taking advantage of the light traffic around him, he waved a hand in front of people: "I'm asking you something. Nothing happened?"

It's okay to hurt your hand, just hide a little bit and you'll be fine.But it was such a long road from getting off the car to the interview room, it was impossible for there to be no one around, so it was too difficult to pretend that nothing had happened.

After all, although his left kneecap is not serious enough to require a plaster cast, the local swelling and pain are not very pleasant, and it is basically impossible to walk normally in a short period of time.

It's not that Deng Qixia has never seen him train with injuries or go on stage, but at that time he was responsible for the team, but now it is different.

How many celebrities in the entertainment industry have to spread the word everywhere when they get a little injury, and it's a common practice for the team to buy a draft.

Everyone will more or less instinctively be more lenient to people who encounter bad things, not to mention that he is not a miserable person at all.

"It just hurts for a while, and you'll be fine when you sit down." Song Nuan hummed nonchalantly, with the slender cigarette sticking up and down in her mouth.

The one he holds in his mouth is said to be used by ladies a lot, and the explanation given is that after all, he is still a little idol who wants to sing. If he really can't quit, he can smoke a little damage to his voice. A little bit counts.

Although Deng Qixia always scoffed at this theory, thinking it was completely nonsense.

"But those comments on the Internet, you really..."

"It's nothing worth caring about. What do I care about with the fans of Han Yingdi?" Song Nuan cut off the conversation when she heard this, and seeing that she was about to reach her destination, she threw the cigarette and patted herself The ash that does not exist on the body.

"After all, if he really refuses to praise me, even Su Changle can't help it. It's too late for me to be grateful."

Deng Qixia knew that no matter what he said, it was useless, and he didn't bother to talk to him about such unnutritious topics, so he rolled his eyes and turned off the fire: "OK, then get out of the car."

There was about an hour left before the filming officially started. When walking towards the small house where he was filming, he turned countless times. He must have been swearing with asterisks in his mind. It was impossible to imagine how much Song Nuan would be. pain.

But just as Deng Qixia expected, the little star didn't look abnormal at all, and even the wind under his feet was faster than his own.

For a moment, people don't know whether to say it is better to be strong or stupid.

Song Nuan was led all the way forward by the staff, and in case of embarrassment, when it was difficult to find a topic, she would occasionally glance sideways at her manager, hoping that he would help her to boost her momentum or something.

But there was no accident, every time Deng Qixia looked at him with a constipated face, as if he had done something outrageous, burning, killing and looting.

… men with intermittent convulsions are terrible.

Based on the principle of arriving at the scene early and resting early, Song Nuan walked faster, expressing that she didn't want to talk to him at all.