[The third song, the cutest of you, is given to the angels in white who take care of me.]
After playing three songs, due to time constraints, Su Qiao only briefly greeted everyone and ended the first shooting.
Qi Muhan put down the camera and quickly came forward with a thermos cup filled with Qi-tonifying tea. "Do you feel okay? Do you feel any pain in your chest?"
"No, I feel fine."
Su Qiao took the thermos cup with a smile, took two sips, and moistened his throat.
"Actually, I've almost recovered. As long as I don't exercise strenuously, I'll have no problem living a normal life. You don't have to be nervous about me like a fragile doll."
Qi Muhan nodded with some pleasure. "Your heart has indeed recovered much better than I thought, but you still need to pay attention. You cannot stop taking the medicine and take it for a while."
"Well, it's all up to you."
Su Qiao raised the corner of his mouth slightly, with a smile in his eyes, "Anyway, I will leave my body to you."
"Ahem..." Qi Muhan suddenly blushed again.
What you say... it's easy to make people want to cross your mind.
"Don't you want to say something else?" After waiting for more than a month, there is still no intention to confess. Do we still have to let her take the initiative?
"Something else?"
Qi Muhan didn't realize it at all and touched his head.
"Um, I didn't expect that not only could you write songs, but you could also sing so beautifully, and you could also play Guzheng so well, it's like a professional level."
Su Qiao's face is a little dark.
Who told him to say this?
"Songwriting and singing are just hobbies. Guzheng was taught by my grandma."
"Are you done?"
Qi Muhan Being stared at by her so straightly, I suddenly thought of the previous song, and I didn't even know where to place my hands.
"Um, thank you for the song you gave me. I... I quite like it."
Su Qiao has given up.
"As long as you like it."
Qi Muhan hesitated for a moment. "You just... like my hands so much?"
"Yeah, I like it."
Su Qiao nodded calmly.
"How could I be here without it?"
"Thank you... thank you for liking it. I... I like it very much too."
Qi Muhan blushed, stammered, turned around and went to get a tripod or something.
"Well, I'll go collect the equipment and help you post the video online."
Looking at the man who was running away in a hurry, Su Qiao was a little stunned.
Are you so reserved in your confession?
"Is this... a confession?"
[Host, you are amazing. With just a few words, your iceberg face will turn into a monkey's ass.]
Although the words were too reserved, Su Qiao didn't care and regarded it as a confession.
My mood improved inexplicably.
"Have you ever read a book? Can you describe it? If not, just keep your mouth shut so that others don't see that there is no ink in your stomach."
[...] The host's curses became more and more vicious.
Don't mess with the host who protects the cub, don't mess with him!
[By the way, would you like to have your video pinned to the top to help promote it?]
"Just help us get a few major small video platforms. No need for the others, just let nature take its course."
She doesn't make money from this anyway.
It's just because I can't go out to work or go out to play and find something to do for fun.
In this life, it is impossible for her to fly around the world like before.
Those deep in the mountains and old forests, or overseas desert islands, are even more impossible.
Because people with heart disease are restricted from flying.
Those with mild illness can sit, but special care must be taken. Medical records, first aid medications, etc. need to be brought.