Chapter 29: Reduce Swelling
The next day, Mr. Song and Butler Bai both stayed in bed.
Aunt Liu prepared breakfast according to Mr. Song's usual schedule, but she waited and waited, but Mr. Song never got up to eat.
You have to know that Mr. Song has maintained this schedule for several years!
Could something have happened?
Thinking of this guess, Aunt Liu turned pale with fright. She rushed to call her family doctor and then banged on the door frantically.
"Master? Master, are you awake?"
There was no movement inside for a long time.
The entire old house was in chaos. No one even noticed that Butler Bai, who usually got up earlier than Mr. Song, did not show up today.
Bang!
The door was suddenly pushed open. Mr. Song opened his eyes dazedly and saw the family doctor rushing in with his men.
Mr. Song, with a question mark on his forehead, asked: "What's the matter?"
It was not until he heard the whole story that Mr. Song realized that it was all a misunderstanding.
He stretched and felt refreshed.
His face was rosy, his eyes were shining, and he looked like he had taken a tonic pill.
Aunt Liu heaved a sigh of relief and couldn't help but ask, "Grandpa, did you sleep well last night? Look at your face, you look radiant!"
Not only that, Mr. Song also felt warm inside, as if he had endless energy.
He hasn't felt this way for many years.
Since the family doctor was here, he also did some basic examinations for the old man.
He exclaimed: "Old man, you have been taking good care of yourself recently!"
In fact, no. Before yesterday, he could only sleep three or four hours a night and suffered from migraines from time to time.
"Oh? In that case, all the changes started last night?" the family doctor couldn't help but ask.
Just as Mr. Song was about to say that you haven't changed much, he suddenly froze and thought of the skin care products that Song Nanxi sent last night. In order not to make his granddaughter sad, he ate one...
No way? It works so quickly?
"Wait, where's Walter?"
Didn't he eat it too? Old Master Song suddenly became curious about Butler Bai's condition.
"Um... Butler Bai seems to have stayed in bed too today..."
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It was still dark when Song Nanxi left the old house.
She dozed off in the back seat, yawning continuously, with tears hanging on her eyelashes, looking pitiful.
"Brother, you are really my brother. Are you sent by God to defeat me? I didn't even have breakfast!"
Ling Sheng sat in the passenger seat and He Jian was driving.
Ling Sheng lowered his eyes and glanced at his watch, then said calmly, "I'll tell Qi Yu to bring you breakfast on his way here. What do you want to eat?"
"Snail rice noodle."
Song Nanxi rubbed his eyes frantically and smacked his lips twice, "My mouth tastes bad."
Ling Sheng: “…”
Not everyone is lucky enough to enjoy food like snail noodles.
He refused without thinking, "Change it. I'll send you to the crew for a costume test later. The snail noodle smells too bad."
And why eat snail noodles so early in the morning? Is this something a female celebrity should eat?
As a manager, he believed that not asking Song Nanxi to manage her figure and control her diet was the greatest kindness he could show.
Song Nanxi curled her lips, "Whatever." After she finished speaking, she realized what was happening and sat up abruptly, "Joining the group right now?!"
"Or should I let you stay at home and continue to cause trouble?" Ling Sheng asked coldly.
"Can you blame me for this? It's because they look too ugly." Song Nanxi snorted, wrapped the blanket tightly around himself, and continued to rub his eyes.
Ling Sheng didn't keep an eye on her for a moment, and when he looked up, he saw through the mirror that Song Nanxi was madly ravaging her face.
Song Nanxi curled up in the blanket with her bare face, her eyelashes drooping, redness spreading from her cheeks to the corners of her eyes, and her eyelids were swollen.
My blood pressure started to rise.
Ling Sheng's voice was like a devil's whisper: "Song, Nan, Xi! What are you doing to your face!"
"Um?"
Song Nanxi looked over innocently, eyes full of tears, "I'm sleepy."
After saying that, he yawned.
Like a lazy little fox, lying in the back seat.
Ling Sheng's back teeth were itchy, "Stop rubbing your eyelids, you hear me? Don't you feel your eyes are swollen?"
Song Nanxi tried hard to open his eyes, but it was difficult for him to do so.
She retracted her hand back into the blanket guiltily, "It seems so..."
Sometimes I really want to teach her a lesson.
Ling Sheng looked out the window and said to He Jian, "Stop the car."
There were few pedestrians in the early morning. Ling Sheng got out of the car and strode towards the supermarket. After a while, he came back with two bottles of ice water, "Apply."
Song Nanxi glanced at him with resentment, and reluctantly took the ice water and put it against her eyelids. She hissed at the sudden coldness, but her eyes felt much more comfortable.
"You look like a thief last night?"
"If I were a thief, I would rob your house first."
After doing high-intensity tasks in those worlds for so long, Song Nanxi finally came back to relax. He asked four people to play with him and spent half a night in the Canyon of Kings.
However, an old man like Ling Sheng would definitely not be able to understand this kind of happiness.
After saying that, she glanced at him with disdain.
Ling Sheng's frown was so tight that it could kill a fly. "Apply it well."
Song Nanxi just wanted to give up, "My hands are sore."
As she spoke, she leaned forward again and covered her eyes intermittently.
As a man of action, Ling Sheng felt very uncomfortable watching this.
He Jian, who was driving, had his eyelids twitching, thinking that Miss Song was truly an amazing person. Other artists were like mice seeing a cat when they saw President Ling, but only she kept challenging President Ling's bottom line.
Just when he was gossiping and wondering when Mr. Ling would lose his patience and teach Song Nanxi a lesson——
"parking!"
Ling Sheng couldn't bear it any longer, so he got out of the car, slammed the door, and opened the back seat door.
Seeing Ling Sheng's gloomy face, Song Nanxi curled her eyes and handed him the ice water very consciously.
"Brother Ling, you are so nice to me."
Ling Sheng had a headache, "Song Nanxi, do I owe you anything?" He said solemnly, "Come here."
"oh."
Song Nanxi moved and closed her eyes obediently.
Ling Sheng pressed ice water on her face. "You're going to put on makeup later. Are you going to go with these puffy eyes? I'll arrange an assistant to keep an eye on you when I'm free. I want to see what you do every night."
Before Song Nanxi could move, Ling Sheng held her down.
"Don't move."
Song Nanxi couldn't help but say, "One Qi Yu is not enough? Why would a 38th-tier celebrity like me need an assistant?"
"It's okay if you don't want to. Otherwise, I'll make a hole in your head and install a camera?" Ling Sheng sneered.
The words he said were extremely bloody.
"Wow!" Song Nanxi complained: "Ling Sheng, are you a tyrant?"
Ling Sheng's face darkened, and he flicked her forehead with his finger.
"No swearing."
Song Nanxi: "I've said so much online. There's no need to maintain this kind of persona."
I don't understand
Ling Sheng took some ice water and evenly poured it over her eyes to reduce the swelling. "If you do that again, I'll deduct your salary."
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