Chief husband, strong love!

Mu Beishen's face was suddenly dark and looked at her without talking.

Su Yan sat down again. After a moment, he heard the man's tone unclear, "commander night should not allow this to happen."

"Then you can't control it."

"Even if there is, it is impossible to let her watch in the company every day."

Su Yan tilted his head. "What are you trying to say?"

"Nothing, just tell you, you can't see it when you go." He answered quietly, "and you have just promised to accompany me every day."

"That's what I said, but what can you do if I go back?" Su Yan asked back with great confidence, "you can't even get out of bed. Can you control whether I repent?"

Mu Beishen: "

"Why don't you do that? I'm tired of looking at you anyway." Su Yan thought, "I'll come back when you can at least get out of bed and take two steps."

Mu Beishen spoke clearly, "No."

His firm words have no deterrent power.

Su Yan lazily overlapped his legs and continued to turn over the advertising materials.

"Smoke, I said no."

Su Yan ignored him and finalized three advertisements in his heart.

Although it is not a famous brand, it is serious, and the planning looks simple and fast.

The time of shooting two advertisements is shorter than that of some advertisements.

Two print ads can be finalized in half a day, and a short film of more than ten seconds will not take long.

Add the two together, and then she will receive a few more advertisements on her microblog.

Pieced together, it should be able to pay back the money after sharing.

It's hard to make less than a million.

She thought so, and looked at the microblog she had not interacted with at ordinary times. This fan rose when she was the previous advertising fire and announced that she was a new artist of SX film and television.

So I immediately sent a message to all the people I know and have many microblog fans and transferred her microblog.

Mu Bei was silent. After watching her play with her mobile phone for a long time, he heard that she finally remembered herself. "By the way, give me your mobile phone again."

"Well?"

"Come on, don't delete your picture." Su Yan stretched out his hand.

Mu Beichen handed her his cell phone.

She chose one that she thought was good and transferred it to her mobile phone.

Mu Beichen looked at her and didn't know what she was doing. He looked very serious.

Su Yan finished sending a microblog before he put down his mobile phone.

When she looked at Mu Beichen, who was "slaughtered" on the hospital bed, she still felt a little indescribable loss and heartache.

"I'll have something to do these two days, okay." She took his cell phone, turned on the front camera, took one and handed it over, "give you one."

Mu Beishen took a look, "what does this mean?"

"What's the point of sending you a picture?" Her voice turned, "just pretend I'm here."

Mu Beishen's face was not happy to see the picture. "I don't want it. Just stay here."

However, his request was not answered.

The next day he didn't see Su Yan all day.

It was not until evening that she looked tired and came to see him for ten minutes as a routine.

The third day, the fourth day

On the sixth day, he could barely sit up.

"Brother, you'd better lie down." Mu Fanfan couldn't bear to see him show off. "The doctor said that he has tried his best, and it still takes time to recover."

Mu Beishen sat on the hospital bed with a calm face. "Go and tell her I can go down."

"But you didn't."