Quick Transmigration System: Male God, Come Here Chapter 138

Translator: Kanku

Proofreader/editor: Cheese

The Film King’s Hidden Marriage (47)

After filming, Bai Weiwei heard the system confirm the completion of the side task.

Bai Weiwei counted the time, and realized the three months deadline was coming to an end.

He Poan was also in a bad position. He had been going mad trying to find the right bone marrow match.

The deterioration rate of Bai Weiwei’s condition was too fast. He Poan was afraid to sleep, worried that if he closed his eyes and opened them, Bai Weiwei would disappear.

He did not believe in ghosts and G.o.ds. But when he saw that Xiao Mu ran to the temple to wors.h.i.+p, he did not stop him. He even reimbursed Xiao Mu for the incense paper money.

Bai Weiwei couldn’t think about her strategy. She didn’t think that when the system stopped s.h.i.+elding the symptoms, the body would weaken so much that she was bedridden.

When He Poan came in from outside the ward, he saw Bai Weiwei quietly resting with her eyes closed.

His heart was sour but he smiled, not wanting Bai Weiwei to know how bad his situation was.

He Poan bent and gently whispered in her ear: “Weiwei.”

Bai Weiwei opened her eyes and saw He Poan’s face close up, it almost scared her.

The system was stupid, and often did not remind her that the man is coming.

He Poan saw her wake up and took out his mobile phone. He said, “Let’s take a photo.”

Bai Weiwei frowned. Although she was narcissistic, she was still self-aware.

Her current state was definitely ugly, wouldn’t this photo be a black stain on his past?

He Poan saw her reluctance and suddenly said, “Do you know why our fingers have gaps between them?”

He spoke, taking her hand up, then held her palms in his. Their ten fingers were intertwined.

“It’s because we’re waiting for another person to come and fill the gaps.”

Bai Weiwei was expressionless: “Fingers without s.p.a.ce between them, what kind of fingers were those?”

Wouldn’t that be meatloaf hands?

He Poan laughed. “Hahahahaha, yes, you’re funny ah, good laugh ah, why don’t you laugh ah.”

Bai Weiwei looked at him as if he was mentally r.e.t.a.r.ded.

What to do? The male lead’s favorability rose, but the IQ plummeted.

He Poan suddenly reached out and touched her.

Bai Weiwei was ticklish and laughed.

He Poan, who had been prepared, raised his mobile phone immediately. He smiled sweetly and kissed her on the cheek, quickly taking a photo.

He Poan laughed. “If a joke does not work then you can only be physically attacked.”

Then he posted on Weibo: Today, my baby is still sweet. Although she is sick, she has always maintained an optimistic att.i.tude. There is still no proper pairing for the bone marrow, but I’m doing everything I can to find it.

He had a lot of fans and used this tactic to find a bone marrow match, which would be much faster.

Bai Weiwei couldn’t wait any longer.

When He Poan finished posting, he took the fish soup to Bai Weiwei and fed her a mouthful.

Bai Weiwei felt that He Poan seamlessly transformed from a mad dog to loyal dog.

When she drank the fish soup, she could see that he was so happy that his eyes were s.h.i.+ning with delight.

Bai Weiwei suddenly whispered: “The Golden Silk Award recently nominated you for the Best Actor award.”

He Poan already had a lot of best actor awards.

However, the Golden Silk Award was different. This award was known as the Asian Oscar. If he won it, basically, Ho Poan would be invincible in China.

He Poan did not care about it at all: “Hundreds of prizes are waiting for me to receive them each year. If I partic.i.p.ated in every ceremony, I wouldn’t have time to work at all.”

The company was going crazy. Even if he couldn’t shoot for a short period of time, it didn’t matter at all. After all, the fans he had acc.u.mulated for many years would not run away after a few days.

But the Golden Silk Award would most definitely be taken away.