The Full-level Boss Took the Sick and Weak Script

Su Nanzhi gave Aunt Dong a long list of taboo foods, as long as she didn't make the food inside, she could eat it.

"Zhizhi, I saw a can of Coke in the refrigerator today, do you usually drink it?"

Su Nanzhi: "?"

After a quick thought, he replied, "It should be the master who moved the furniture a few days ago."

"Then let Aunt Dong take it back later, we won't drink it."

Su Nanzhi: "...Okay, don't drink."

The little person in her was crying so loudly.

Half an hour after lunch, under the watchful eyes of her dear brother, Su Nanzhi took the medicine.

She usually takes medicine, but occasionally falls off once or twice.

It didn't affect much, and she didn't particularly care.

Now the main thing is that my life is still there, so everything is easy to talk about.

Thinking that someone is going to supervise her to take medicine now, Su Nanzhi's expression became mournful at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Although this medicine is also swallowed with warm water, it is still quite unpalatable.

An Yunhuai has been used to it since she was a child, and took the medicine without changing her face.

Su Nanzhi has also been used to it since she was a child, and she took the medicine without changing her face.

Both siblings are medicine jars of the same brand.

Production settings are pretty much the same.

After lunch, both of them went back to their rooms - to take a nap.

Su Nanzhi has restrained herself for the past two days, but she still needs to sleep.

On a great weekend, some people spend the night surfing and chasing dramas and playing games, some people block the road with movies and Internet cafes, and there are some salted fish, she just wants to sleep.

Su Nanzhi pulled the curtains of the room, turned around and threw herself on her bed, so comfortable that she squinted her eyes.

I bought it from the home furnishing designer I found from Jiang Beiyu, and it was basically the same style as Mr. Jiang's home.

Su Nanzhi felt that she was not interested, so she tentatively asked Air for a boyfriend.

"Jiang Xiaoyu?"

Then the air sent her boyfriend over.

"Azhi." There was a familiar voice in her ear, and Su Nanzhi raised her lips unconsciously.

"Boyfriend, come and sleep."

Jiang Yu: "..."

If Jiang Yu knew enough about modern Internet terms, three letters might pop up in his mind at this time: lsp.

But the sleep these two people talked about was sincere sleep—the kind of pure sleep under the quilt without chatting.

Su Nanzhi hugged her boyfriend as she wished, and opened her eyes to take a closer look at Jiang Yu's eyebrows, "Xiao Yu, why do you look better than before?"

Jiang Yu has probably only been teased by one girl for so many years, so he was a little slow to respond: "A Zhi, are you kidding me?"

Su Nanzhi: "..."

The child didn't know which part of the soul was missing, so he was dumbfounded.

Forget it, let's sleep with her in my arms, what else can I do.

Su Nanzhi fell asleep with her arms around her waist. When she was sleeping, she would pinch and poke Jiang Yu's waist and pillow unconsciously, but every time at this time, Jiang Yu would focus on her hands , Then grab those two troublesome hands.

If he responds, the other person will too.

In the long run, there will always be suspicion.

Maybe it's suspicious now.

Azhi, who was still lying in his arms, was so stingy that he didn't want to share even a little bit of it with himself.

If it wasn't because a younger brother reminded her to eat, Su Nanzhi wouldn't have had dinner this time.

When it was nearly six o'clock in the afternoon, the alarm clock rang again, and there was still someone knocking on the door.

There are beautiful men around to provide wake-up service.

"Azhi, it's time to wake up."