The Superstar Little Brother-in-Law and The Social Butterfly Big Sister-in-Law (67)
He Dongling smiled with pride and then took a sip of water.
【Ding, He Slag’s favorability is at 60.】
Bai Weiwei was surprised: “How did the favorability increase?”
She doesn’t seem to have done anything.
System: “It’s good that it rose, no matter how it goes up.”
Bai Weiwei felt that the system was justified.
Anyway, as long as she didn’t dance, he could do anything.
He Dongling bathed and was pushed out of the bathroom by a male nurse.
Bai Weiwei’s caregiver job is mainly responsible for the mundane tasks, as for those jobs related to privacy.
She didn’t do them, instead male caregivers were brought in from the hospital to do it.
When He Dongling recalled their time as husband and wife, he never touched her.
So it was only natural that she would be shy.
He couldn’t bear to force her on this point.
Bai Weiwei had just given He Nanxi’s Weibo a like, when she finished, she looked back to see He Dongling came out.
She brought the medicine and water to him.
After taking his medicine, He Dongling looked up and stared at her.
It was a heavy look, with a dark light, containing a trace of indistinct tenderness.
He said in a low voice, “Weiwei.”
Bai Weiwei was busy thinking about the reposting event on He Nanxi’s Weibo, with a chance to win a prize and carelessly made a sound.
He Dongling hesitated, “Today’s the Mid Autumn Festival.”
Bai Weiwei’s eyes fluttered to the laptop, “Oh, Mid Autumn Festival, ah.”
No wonder the Weibo had a repost raffle, the prize for 10th place, was a two meter tall Doraemon doll.
When He Dongling saw her perfunctory response, his expression was somewhat bad. The words in his mouth also stopped.
He was a slag, but he loved preserving face.
Bai Weiwei: “Is there anything else? If there’s nothing, then I’ll go online to repost on Weibo.”
He Dongling was suddenly a little unhappy and said: “Nanxi’s Weibo?”
Bai Weiwei nodded: “The prizes are good, I’m trying to draw a prize.”
After that, Bai Weiwei opened the Weibo page and began to log in.
He Dongling’s mouth twitched, he couldn’t help but take out his cell phone and open his cheap brother’s page.
The comments on Weibo were charged up at the first sight.
Those negative reviews from before were deleted, leaving behind a pile of brain damaged fans and some shills praising Nanxi’s appearance.
He Dongling glanced at the prizes.
He wasn’t able to stop himself from asking, “Which prize do you want?”
Bai Weiwei casually replied, “Doraemon.”
He Dongling: Really childish.
He coughed lightly, “I’ll buy it for you.”
Bai Weiwei didn’t even turn her head, “there’s none of the excitement of the raffle in buying it.”
Rejected He Dongling: “……”
He was silent for a few seconds, decided not to be ashamed and continued to invite her: “You’ve done a good job as a caregiver, I’ll give you a reward.”
Bai Weiwei turned back, “What reward.”
He Dongling: “Push me out.”
Bai Weiwei didn’t give it much thought and pushed him out.
He Dongling had a hint of a smile, he was indescribably satisfied.
Bai Weiwei pushed He Dongling to the jewelry store.
Then he selected a ring box.
Bai Weiwei took a look and thought he was going to start a routine.
For example, a proposal or something.
She could also go along and decline.
But He Dongling actually put the ring box in his pocket, without showing any intentions toward her.
Bai Weiwei didn’t think much of it and then went to the gift shop with He Dongling.
He Dongling bought her a blue fatty doll that was two meters long.
“Do you like this gift?”
Bai Weiwei looked at the blue fatty and suddenly had no interest in the raffle.
Because this two meter doll was the prize she wanted to draw.