"Chenchen?" Ji Xuan put the things on the small table on the hospital bed. Seeing that Anchen didn't respond, he called her.

"Don't ask, just ask because I loved you, but what I love now is meat." An Chen snorted and then turned his head away.

Ji Xuan looked helpless, and An Chen's drama queen properties came out again.

"Turn back." Ji Xuan reached out and turned An Chen's head back to face the table.

"Just eat, who is afraid of whom?"

"This is just a box of porridge. Don't look like you're going to die with such generosity, okay? Be good, I can eat whatever you want when you're ready." Ji Xuan felt like an old father, no, more like an old mother. .

"No, Brother Ji Xuan, this box of porridge is super scary." An Chen said very seriously, but he still opened the box obediently.

"How can I really only give you white rice porridge? Here I add chopped and seasoned chicken. The meat is thinner than rice."

Ji Xuan rubbed An Chen's head with a kind look on his face.

"Drink it yourself, or should I feed it to you?"

"Drink it yourself, I'm not disabled, my hands are super flexible." An Chen said while shaking his two white hands. An Chen has lost weight recently, and the joints on his fingers are clearer.

"Then I'm going to eat. If you need anything, call me." Ji Xuan looked at An Chen and nodded, then left the hospital bed and went to the table next to him to eat with the others.

An Chen drank porridge with a spoon and continued to surf the Internet. Unexpectedly, he ate his own melon as soon as he turned on his phone.

It was caused by yesterday's incident. I originally wanted to explain this incident that never appeared, so I sent the photo.

The drone incident at night was purely a coincidence, and Fu Yanxing should have been prepared for it.

There are always some people who don't know whether it's because of the popularity or because they have a dark heart, so they always have a bit of a heartless idea.

Originally two very common things, one is illness and the other is blessing, but in the eyes of some people, they become hype.

"Is there any other secret behind An Chen's disappearance?"

"There are no records of Anchen's medical treatment in major hospitals. Is being sick and being hospitalized just for show?"

"Who created the drone show? Is it self-directed and performed by Unclaimed?"

There are endless articles with such titles, and An Chen sometimes admires the imagination of these unscrupulous media.

It’s amazing to be able to make up so many articles about things that don’t exist at all, and they’re surprisingly logical.

An Chen's idea was also strange. How could someone who was hacked have such an idea? Not only was he not angry, but he was mostly curious.

An Chen continued to drink his porridge, and then read the comments under various articles.

Commenters generally fall into three categories: Passers-by. Haters, and fans.

Fans replying to the comments of anti-fans on such articles are really a source of happiness for An Chen at noon. He is really talented.

"Let's go eat fish together when you have time. I see you are quite picky."

"You are so good at arguing, come with me to the construction site to do some work."

"Notre Dame de Paris needs a bell ringer, and you are the perfect one."

"Do you live by the seaside? The rules are so lenient."

"What brand of plastic bag do you have? It can hold so much."

"Did you buy your confidence on Taobao?"

"Looking at your limited IQ, just think you are right."

Looking at it, An Chen suddenly laughed out loud. Why are these fans of his so cute? Although they are all trying to tease people, they are still cute, super invincible and explosively cute!

All I know is that as long as there is one person in the world who thinks you have potential, even if that person is yourself, you must not be a waste. "Yesterday's Blue Sky"

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