Interstellar baby care letter

Chapter 86 The thick-skinned scheming Xuan (one more)
As Lu Xuan said, she stretched out her hand. As soon as her slightly calloused fingertips touched the rash, Nan Shu immediately stretched out her hand, and covered Lu Xuan's hand with her slender, pale fingers, stopping his scratching, with a serious tone: " Can't scratch."

She asked the doctor, the rash can cause itching, but don't scratch it with your hands, it may cause skin ulceration.

Lu Xuan's right hand, which was covered by Nan Shu, did not move, and he quietly placed it under Nan Shu's palm. He raised his eyes, pressed his sword eyebrows down, and felt uncomfortable for no reason in his usual deep and magnetic voice: "...itch."

Nan Shu glared at him, then moved Lu Xuan's right hand to the thin blanket, "Don't scratch it."

Lu Xuan stopped talking, her eyes were lowered, her eyelashes were too long to cover her eyelids, her thin lips were pursed, against her cold pale face, and her large hospital gown, in Nan Shu's eyes, she looked sick and weak Handsome figure.

Nan Shu frowned, and the doctor's words rang, and she rang the bell beside the bed, "Ward 878, I need feather sticks and mango enzyme water."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Lu Xuan and said softly, "Just wait until the things are delivered, just bear with it."

Feather sticks are similar to cotton swabs on earth, but the feathers are clean and soft, and they are formulated with mans enzyme water to relieve allergy symptoms.

"Okay." Lu Xuan looked at Nan Shu, the sunlight outside the window was projecting on her profile, Lu Xuan's heart suddenly felt unbelievably soft.

A few minutes later, an intelligent robot pushed the door and entered, holding a metal tray in its hand, and said in a rather humane tone: "Hello, your feather stick and mans enzyme water have arrived."

Nan Shu took it, and the intelligent robot said again: "I wish you a speedy recovery."

After speaking, he opened the door and backed out.

Nan Shu sat back on the bed, took out a small white feather stick, dipped it in mans enzyme water, the feather stick was wet, Nan Shu picked it up, and handed it to Lu Xuan: "Yourself..."

Lu Xuan unconsciously stretched out an arm with a rash, and looked at Nanshu with frank and innocent eyes.

Nan Shu paused halfway through her words, "Wipe it yourself."

"Didn't you say you were responsible?" Lu Xuan raised her eyebrows calmly.

"But you're just allergic, and your hands aren't hurt..."

"I am allergic to seafood, of course you are responsible."

Nan Shu frowned: "This kind of responsibility?"

She thought she was in charge of the procedures for discharge from the hospital, three meals a day...
Lu Xuan nodded, turned her head to the side, a smile of unknown meaning erupted on her handsome face, and her deep and sexy voice slightly raised, like a small hook, which made people feel numb: "This is the kind of responsibility, otherwise... you think it is Which is responsible?"

Nan Shu choked, glared at him with big clear eyes, lowered her head and picked up the feather stick, dipped it in water again, and silently wiped Lu Xuan's arm.

The patient is the big one, she doesn't care about him!
Nan Shu lowered her head, the broken hair on her sideburns was hanging down, a section of her jade-like jade neck curved gracefully, the movements of her hands were light and gentle, the white feather stick brushed the rash on her arm bit by bit, her arm There was a cold and small touch, and the faint itching of the rash gradually dissipated, but it was replaced by an itching from the inside out, from the bottom of my heart, as if the soft feather stick fell on the arm, But fall on the heart.

Lu Xuan moved her stiff fingers uncomfortably, trying to relieve the itching.

"What's wrong."

Nan Shu noticed his movements.

"A little itchy." Lu Xuan's voice was slightly hoarse.

"Be patient, the effect of the medicine will not be so fast."

"Ah."

Nan Shu lowered her head again, picked up the feather stick and wiped it gently.

The wind blew through the window, the plain curtains swayed slightly, and Nanshu's white as porcelain ear, the strands of hair swayed, sometimes sticking to her fair cheeks, sometimes touching her small and shiny ears profile.

Lu Xuan's eyes were slightly deep, and she raised her left hand unconsciously, and pulled up the strand of hair, pinning it behind Nan Shu's ear.

"Huh?" Nan Shu raised her head, turned slightly to one side, her cold face touched Lu Xuan's warm big hand, and the rough touch on the thin calluses on her fingertips was so clearly transmitted.

There was a moment of confusion in Nan Shu Xing's eyes.

Soon, the confusion dissipated, and the moist and clear eyes met Lu Xuan's deep black eyes.

Lu Xuan smiled slightly, retracted her hand, her thin lips were curved slightly, her black eyes reflected her face, her indifferent expression disappeared, and her tone was gentle: "There are broken hairs."

"Ah...oh." The strange feeling in Nan Shu's heart came again, and she looked away in a little panic.

Where Nan Shu couldn't see, Lu Xuan smiled silently.

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After applying the medicine, Nan Shu looked at the time, and it was already five o'clock in the afternoon.

"I'll go back first, Xiaojue is still waiting for me at home." Nan Shu stood up.

"Okay." Although reluctant to give up, it is indeed not safe for Nan Jue to be alone at home.

However, this does not prevent Lu Xuan from fighting for benefits for herself: "Can you bring me dinner tonight?"

It takes at least an hour to get home from the hospital, and half an hour to cook at the fastest. It is already five o'clock...
Nan Shu counted the time silently in her heart, and shook her head at Lu Xuan: "It's too late today, it's already dark after cooking, I don't worry about Xiao Jue if I go out."

That is not only no dinner, but also can not see each other.

Lu Xuan understood Nan Shu's words.

He frowned and thought for a while: "Then I'll be discharged from the hospital, and the villa can also be cultivated."

And if it is possible, it is impossible to say that you can enter the room...

The small calculations in Lu Xuan's heart were crackling.

"No." Nan Shu rebuffed straight away, "The doctor said that you must be hospitalized in case of emergencies."

Lu Xuan: "..."

Suddenly there is a feeling of lifting a rock and shooting yourself in the foot.

"Okay, you can stay in the hospital with peace of mind. If you need a nurse or a robot, I'll come see you tomorrow morning." After explaining, Nan Shu walked out of the ward, leaving Lu Xuan alone on the hospital bed.

Hearing the sound of footsteps gradually receding, Lu Xuan's sword-like eyebrows stretched, pinched the center of her brows, and smiled wryly: "I made a mistake."

Shaking her head, Lu Xuan rang the bell beside the bed and called the doctor.

Slightly fat and middle-aged, it is Dr. Hu.

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Nan Shu returned home, explained the reason to Nan Jue, and made a meal. After the mother and son had eaten, they connected with Lu Xuan through the brain.

When she learned that Lu Xuan was in good condition, she was relieved, and after washing up, Nan Jue fell into a deep sleep.

Nan Shu started to work.

She left the first district for more than ten days, and the live broadcast, courses, and music albums have fallen behind a lot.

Therefore, Nan Shu posted an update on the Starblog that she hadn't posted for a long time.

Nan Shu v: "Tomorrow Saturday, I will wait for you in the live broadcast room."

Just a few seconds after it was sent, Nanmi Crisp Flour came to inquire: "Happy Puben, Goddess Nanshu, you have finally appeared."

"Crying, I'm finally waiting for you."

"Hahaha, my laptop can finally be updated again."

"Just about to fall asleep, when I saw this sentence, I sat up suddenly, am I not dazzled?"

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Ever since it was revealed that Nan Shu was the same person, the popularity has been crushing many stars in the entertainment circle, and Starbo has more than [-] million fans, which is close to that of Qin Ye.

One minute later, Nanshu dominated the hot search list again.

"Nan Shu Returns"

"Nan Shu Live Tomorrow"

"Take a look at the days when Nan Shu disappeared"

In a word, Nanshu is the most popular searched for her style alone.

Underneath, the netizens are no strangers to seeing this scene, and are even quite happy to tease it.

"Hahaha, great, I am the great anchor of Nanshu. I am obviously just an Internet celebrity and a musician, but I have more fans than serious celebrities, and I am even more popular."

"Can it be the same? Nan Shu is the only cultural anchor, a clear stream in the entertainment industry, a hahaha in the cultural world, mudslides."

Netizens never tire of making jokes.

In the ward.

An orange light was on, and Lu Xuan looked at the Xingbo information displayed on the smart brain, raised the corners of her lips, stretched out her knuckle fingers, and quickly typed a line in the comment area, then lightly touched "Send "key.

"Ding——, the comment has been sent successfully"

【Nanshu is mine: Well, wait for you. 】

Lu Xuan looked at the line of words sent out, tapped the soft blanket with her slender index finger, and then swiped her finger to switch to the personal information page.

Nickname: Nanshu is mine
Lu Xuan slowly cleared the five characters in the nickname column, and slowly typed out the other four characters bit by bit: Nan Shu My Love.

"The system prompts—the nickname has been successfully modified."

The brain emits a faint blue light, Lu Xuan looked at the four characters in the nickname column, and for a long time, a little smile overflowed from the ink eyes.

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After Nan Shu finished blogging, she began to contact Yan Ping.

Yan Ping was still asleep, and when he heard the ringtone of Zhinao, he quickly picked it up, "Hey, Nanshu, you're finally back."

"Yes."

"You don't know how busy I am these days, but you are relaxed. You just walked away. You have pity on me. While rejecting the endorsement script for you, you also have to deal with your fans. Alas, I am you Superior, how could you live like your little brother." Yan Ping began to pour out his bitterness, accusing Nan Shu.

Nan Shu smiled: "Brother Yan, it's hard work for those who are capable."

"Hmph." Yan Ping nodded, "I have some discernment, by the way, what do you want from me?"

"That's right, I want to do a variety show about culture."

"Culture?" Yan Ping jumped up from the sofa, "You want to do cultural programs."

"Yes."

Yan Ping paused, many thoughts flashed through his mind: stars, fans, shock, click rate...
"Very well." Yan Ping didn't know how to describe his mood at the moment, so he replied dryly.

"Then brother Yan, please help me keep an eye out for suitable behind-the-scenes program groups, etc., and I will give you the specific plan in a few days."

"Okay." Yan Ping asked again: "Why do you suddenly want to do cultural programs?"

"Because of money."

Nan Shu was straightforward.

Yan Ping: "...Oh, I thought it was feelings."

Nan Shumo, "I'll give you my feelings, don't ask for money, how about it?"

Yan Ping choked, "Then I'd better ask for money."

Hearing this, Nan Shu was satisfied, and remembered the bitterness that Yan Ping vomited just now: "By the way, Brother Yan, help me pay attention to a good management team when you have time. I have too many things to do, and I will use them."

"Okay, wrap it on me."

Yan Ping readily agreed.

I suddenly came back to my senses after cutting off my brain, no...

He had just cried to Nan Shu, but in the blink of an eye, the little girl added two tasks to him.

Yan Ping wanted to cry, but recalled what Nan Shu called "Brother Yan" just now, and he had a question: "Is Nan Shu the elder brother, or is he the elder brother?"

Confirm that the roles are not reversed?
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The stars shine, and the long night passes.

Nan Shu withdrew from the cultivation state, washed up and went downstairs, got into the kitchen, and started cooking porridge.

Nan Shu put the exchanged rouge rice into the pot and cleaned it, and the clean water flowed through it, showing the most beautiful appearance of the rouge rice.

The grains of rouge rice are long and thin, and there is a touch of red thread on the rice shaft, which has the color of rouge. Water droplets adhere to it, making it more crystal clear and crimson.

Nanshu put the washed peanuts, longan, lotus root and other things into the pot, and poured some lotus root powder and water into it.

Then cover the pot and cook slowly over low heat.

When the fragrance of porridge wafted away, Nan Jue was already fully dressed and went downstairs.

"Mom." Nan Jue threw himself into her arms.

Nan Shu rubbed his little head, "Mom cooked porridge, after Xiao Jue has breakfast, can I go to the hospital with my mother to see Uncle Lu Xuan?"

"Okay." Nan Jue was very sensible.

Nan Shu smiled, walked into the kitchen, put Lu Xuan's portion in the Star Pavilion, filled two bowls of porridge and served it on the table.

The bowl with the green edge of white porcelain contains the porridge, which is as crimson as rouge and exudes a delicate fragrance.

Nan Shu's big black eyes were wide open, pointing at the porridge: "Mom, red rice."

He always thought that rice grains were crystal clear and white.

"This is rouge rice. The rouge is red, so we call it rouge rice."

Rouge rice is extremely precious in Dayong. It is red in color, long in grain, rich in aroma and rich in nutrition.

Nan Jue nodded his head, took a mouthful of rice porridge, it was sweet and soft, after swallowing, there was lingering sweetness in his mouth.

Nan Jue's eyes lit up, she stopped asking, and focused on eating.

After the mother and son finished their meal, they left the villa and rushed to the hospital.

In the ward, Lu Xuan leaned on the pillow, her face that was cold and pale yesterday has improved a lot, and the rash on her arm has also disappeared a lot.

Nan Shu held Nan Jue's hand and entered the ward. Seeing Lu Xuan like this, she was a little pleasantly surprised: "He's recovering well."

Surprise flashed in Lu Xuan's eyes, "Yes." After a pause, he said, "The doctor said that he can be discharged from the hospital today."

"So fast?" Nan Shu murmured, pulling Nan Jue to sit down, "I'll ask Dr. Hu later, if I can be discharged from the hospital, I will go back to the villa."

"By the way, I'll bring Xiaojue to see you." Saying that, he took out a bowl of steaming porridge from Xingge.

Nan Shu handed him the spoon, "This is rouge rice porridge, it's good for you, eat more."

Lu Xuan looked at the spoon handed over, pursed her thin lips, and did not raise her hand to take it.

Nan Shu glanced at Lu Xuan with a faint smile.

Xiao Jue is still here, even if she is "responsible", he won't be thick-skinned enough to ask her to feed him, right?
(End of this chapter)