food idol

Chapter 102

Originally, it was just a joking sentence, but Gu Su was strangely silent, and it took a long time before he laughed, "There is no way, nature is kind."

Even Wen Tang, who was too nervous, could tell that Gu Su's smile was a bit forced. She thought for a while, and then wondered if she accidentally poked someone's wound, and she couldn't help being a little embarrassing.

There was such a small episode in the middle, coupled with sleepiness, Wen Tang was not in the mood to continue gagging with Gu Su, and hung up the phone after saying a few random words, but Gu Su, who had finally adjusted, was in the mood. Before hanging up, he also told Wen Tang to pay attention to rest, to get injections, and to take medicine.

The condolences were so thoughtful, and Wen Tang was too embarrassed not to reciprocate at all, so she thought for a while, and told Gu Su very seriously, "Recently, I have been ill and I have lost my appetite, and I have lost four and a half catties. Would you like to feed me? Hello?"

Huh, hung up? !

Gu Su, who hung up the phone angrily, stared at the blacked-out phone screen with his hands on his hips. After maintaining this position for a few seconds, he suddenly laughed. Gu Jun, who just came in to deliver something to him, was amazed.

"Oh, the beauty is smiling, she is in a very good mood, why not sleep with me under the quilt! Ouch!"

Gu Su went over with a sneer, raised his leg, kicked the guy to the ground, and stepped on him into the bathroom...

Because there was a scene the next morning, Wen Tang didn't want to ask for leave just because of the IV drip, so the three of them went to the hospital very early, and then they were severely scolded by the doctor yesterday.

"I told you to rest well, rest well! Why don't you have a long memory?!" The middle-aged doctor said, and pressed the thermometer vigorously, as if he wanted to stuff the number 38.9° deep into Wen Tang's head.

Waking up this morning, Wen Tang felt a severe sore throat. Every time he gasped, it felt like sandpaper had been scratched. When he coughed too hard, he even felt the smell of blood. He knew that he probably had a serious cold.

However, it's fine for me to be scolded, An Ran and Xiao Su are purely innocent, Wen Tang argued hoarsely, "Isn't the temperature lower than yesterday?"

It’s okay if you don’t talk about it, but when you talk about it, the doctor’s eyes almost turned into bull’s-eyes, “Say it! If you follow the doctor’s advice, you shouldn’t have a fever today!”

An Ran hurriedly nodded and bowed and stepped forward to admit her mistake, like a grandson, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, doctor, this is really a last resort. You also know that artists work very hard, there is no white or black, how can I help myself?" ? Who doesn’t want to eat and sleep comfortably, right?”

In fact, the doctor was just mad at the patients for being disobedient, not to make things difficult for them. Hearing An Ran's explanation, he nodded, "Oh, artist?" Then he looked at Wen Tang a few times, "Ah, I recognized it, don't you Just the one that was on TV these days, what is the name of Wei?"

What is the standard for measuring the success of an artist?That is popularity!More simply, is whether you can be recognized when you are out and about.

Xiao Su Te was happy, and said naively, "Yes, yes, that is Qiao Wei. Our sister has made a new movie, and it should be released at the end of this year or early next year. It is a collaboration with Chen Xingbin and Gu Su. Doctor, come It's time to join us!"

The doctor said oh, and when he was done, he stared again, and waved his hand at the nurse, "Drag it out, get an injection!"

The nurse who came to help Wen Tang draw water quite liked her, and asked before the needle was given, "Can you give me your autograph?"

Wen Tang nodded, and asked in a strong nasal voice, "Yes, where is the signature?"

The little nurse didn't expect it to go so smoothly. She happily took out the notepad from her pocket, and handed over the pen, "Here, here." Finally, she asked worriedly, "Is it okay? If you don't feel well, can you change another day?"

Wen Tang, who had a big red nose, waved his hand, "It's okay! A pen can still be held."

(End of this chapter)