After waking up, I became a hidden bride

Chapter 220 Don't Read Black History!
[I don’t know if anyone has watched a costume drama that Nanjia acted in before. It’s an online drama. She is the second female lead in it, a young lady with an overly lively and straightforward personality. On the phone, it looks so good, sassy and heroic. 】

[I have seen it!I really liked her character!It's even more amazing to switch back to women's clothing! 】

【what? !I haven't seen it! 】

[My sister's flourishing beauty instantly kills me!Both men's and women's clothing are super beautiful!Nanjia at that meeting was super aura!There are little stars shining in the eyes! 】

"Brother Zhang, why are you so fascinated by watching? The producer is urging you to choose a heroine."

The man whose name was called came back to his senses and showed everyone the Weibo on his phone.

"This is Nanjia? I almost didn't recognize it! The men's clothes look pretty good!" one of them said in surprise.

The man also nodded and admitted, "Do you know what I thought of when I looked at this group of photos?"

"What?" the man asked.

"The appearance of the heroine Feng Yue in "The Wind Rising the World" for the first time in the book."

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"Hiss! Take it easy!" The pain from her waist made Nanjia tremble all over, and she cried out loudly, with cold sweat appearing on her forehead.

"Okay, okay, I'll be gentle, don't move, or other places will hurt more." Fu Tingxiao knelt aside, gently massaged her waist slowly with his hands.

He was full, but she was suffering. Her whole body was about to fall apart, and she had no strength at all. Those who didn't know thought she had gone to war.

"You think I want to move? You can't." Halfway through speaking, Nan Jia blushed and stopped talking.

"Forget it, you better stop rubbing, get me something to eat, I'm going to be tortured to death." Nan Jia sighed, her head buried in the pillow, her voice was muffled and aggrieved.

Fu Tingxiao knew that he had gone too far, so he could only obediently get out of bed and go to the kitchen.

Nan Jia on the bed still lay on her stomach without moving.

Why did she suddenly agree emotionally? !
Not only did she agree, but she was also eaten clean from the inside out. Not a single piece of her meat was left, and even the bones were chewed up and swallowed by Fu Tingxiao. It was horrible.

I can't imagine, if she let Fu Tingxiao hold back for a while longer, what will happen to her in the end
Nan Jia sighed deeply again, picked up the mobile phone on the bedside table and opened Weibo, only to find the Weibo that appeared on her homepage as soon as she clicked on it.

Of course the protagonist of Weibo is herself, but she just debuted not long ago, and even the baby fat that she didn't lose at that time is still there!
"Ahhh!" Nanjia cried out, and the unbearable memories popped out in an instant!

This is simply black history!Black history!Why has it been dug out after so many years? !

Nan Jia was so ashamed that she couldn't bear to feel ashamed. Looking at the picture, which was slightly rounded and lacked any sense of refinement, she felt that her most shameful past was slowly being revealed and presented to everyone!

help!At this time, let her see this because she wants her to be physically and mentally devastated and then go to get a lunch box? !

Nan Jia was crying, and finally couldn't help finding a recent selfie and sending it out.

[Nan Jia: Don't look at the black history, look at me now, save some face for the child. 】

It was posted on Weibo, but unexpectedly, the fans in the comments not only did not listen to her words, but even reposted the original photos over and over again.

Save the child, don't post it, I rely on my face for food.

Nanjia is desperate and autistic.

(End of this chapter)