Black fan: "I wanted to hack it, but I felt moved when I saw that Bai Weiwei sacrificed herself to protect He Bo'an."
Fan No. 4: "I'm also moved by adding one upstairs."
No. 5: "Love you love you love you refills refills refills."
A passerby: "Ah, ah, Bai Weiwei, I've been your fan for many years, why did you retire? I love you so much."
No. 6: "My family's Bobo is married, and he is still handsome."
The system passed by silently, "A group of snake spirits."
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He Boan successfully survived the public relations crisis with a Weibo post.
Then he finally couldn't take it anymore, threw the phone away, covered his stomach with his hands, and turned pale.
Damn, a stomach attack.
The ghost problem of his stomach problem is still the sequelae of working hard day and night over the past few years.
It has been restored to almost the same level, but once the mood is too stressful, it will attack.
What happened today made his illness completely break out.
Although he seems to be pressing everything down, before he succeeds, he is walking on a tightrope and will fall off a cliff at any time.
The entertainment industry is a cruel place. Once you fall, it is almost impossible to climb back to the top.
Bai Weiwei was suppressed by him, but after a few years, almost no one remembered her.
He Bo'an endured the stomach pain, and suddenly thought of something, he picked up the phone again, and rushed to Bai Weiwei.
"Sweet smile."
Bai Weiwei looked puzzled, "What do you want to do?"
He Bo'an snorted coldly, "Clean up the mess."
He sat next to her and said, "Lean on my shoulder."
Bai Weiwei hesitated before leaning on his shoulder obediently.
Her hair was next to his cheek, and the fresh breath made He Bo'an tremble.
He Bo'an endured the stomach pain, and showed a smile on his face, with affection in his eyes.
"Laugh," he ordered.
Bai Weiwei instinctively showed a smile, looking quite sweet.
He Bo'an immediately pressed the button on the phone, took this photo, and sent it directly to Weibo.
Then write: "I and her, we have been together for five years, still have no regrets."
Bai Weiwei was speechless for a moment, and then silently knocked on the system: "Damn, this guy He Bo'an is more playful than me, and I'm under a lot of pressure."
System: "It's okay, your acting is at the pinnacle level. If you fuck him, I'm optimistic about you."
Bai Weiwei nodded and accepted the system's encouragement.
After He Bo'an posted on Weibo, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. He threw the phone away, and the whole person was immediately unable to press Bai Weiwei.
Bai Weiwei was startled, "He Bo'an, what do you want to do?"
After she finished speaking, she realized that something was wrong. He Bo'an's face was extremely ugly.
He had difficulty breathing. "The medicine is in the living room cabinet. Get it for me."
Bai Weiwei was a little frightened and her reaction was a little slow.
He Bo'an seemed to have misunderstood, he showed a pale smile, "Why, you really don't love me anymore? So you want me to die?"
"You're still joking at a time like this." Bai Weiwei finally realized what was wrong with him, got up immediately, and ran to the living room to rummage through boxes and cabinets to find medicine.
He Bo'an was trembling with pain, and looked at Bai Weiwei's back, who was seriously looking for medicine, but she was in a better mood.
He also said that he didn't care about him, that he didn't love him.
Women are duplicitous creatures.
If you don't love him, don't believe it.
[Ding, the male protagonist's favorability is thirty.]