The smell of disinfectant filled her nose. Song Xiang frowned and opened her eyes. The blur in front of her eyes disappeared and the world was white.
"Are you awake?"
Song Xiang raised her head and saw the nurse beside her who was adjusting the intravenous drip.
"I……"
"You fainted and have been brought here for an hour." The nurse said calmly.
Song Xiang propped up half of his body and looked around clearly. It was an intravenous drip room with a good environment. It didn't look like an ordinary hospital.
"Sorry, could you please ask who sent me here?"
The nurse glanced at her and suddenly raised her eyebrows, "You are lucky. You fainted in the mall, you were covered in milk tea, and there was a handsome guy holding you over."
Only then did Song Xiang feel uncomfortable. When she lowered her head, she saw that her pants and clothes were covered with dried milk tea.
"Where is the person who sent me here?"
The nurse clicked her tongue twice, with a hint of gossip in her cold eyes, "That handsome guy is really a nice guy. He paid for your medical bills. He originally wanted to keep an eye on you, but he answered the phone and left in a hurry."
Song Xiang sighed and twitched the corners of his lips, "That's such a pity. I can't thank him anymore."
The nurse wanted to joke a little more, but she heard Song Xiang continue: "Can you please speed it up? I still have work."
"It's terrible that you white-collar workers have a fever of 39 degrees and you still want to go back to work."
The nurse complained while helping Song Xiang adjust the IV drip.
Song Xiang closed her eyes tiredly, and a stern and cold look flashed through her mind. She sat up straight with a start, with cold sweat dripping down her back.
She glanced outside the window, seeing people coming and going, and clenched her fists unconsciously.
The phone suddenly rang, it was an unfamiliar number.
"Hello……"
"Xiao Song, what's the matter with you? It took you so long to buy milk tea?"
Song Xiang frowned, and then she realized it was Director Wang. She took a breath and said, "Director, I fainted in the mall and am now in the hospital."
"Hospital?" Director Wang yelled, his tone was a little concerned, "Then you have a day off today, Tingting just happened to help you get everything done."
Song Xiang had an intuition that these people didn't have such good intentions, but she didn't have the energy to argue now, so she hung up the phone after saying a few words.
The infusion lasted until nearly four o'clock. When she left the hospital, the sun had already begun to set.
It would be useless to go to the company at this time. It was better to go home directly. She didn't care about the salary anyway.
With a negative attitude, Song Xiang took a taxi home, but as soon as she arrived at the elevator door, she heard a noise.
"Everyone move out, quickly."
Song Xiang's heart sank, and she quickly walked into the corridor and saw someone moving things out of her house.
"What are you doing?"
The people moving things looked at each other, but did not intend to pay attention to her, and continued to rush in and out.
Song Xiang opened the door and bumped into Xiao Chen from the property management company.
"Miss Song, why did you come back?"
Song Xiang was so angry that her chest tightened, and she pointed to something outside, "What does this mean? Who allowed you to enter my house?"
Xiao Chen spread his hands and looked a little disdainfully, "You forgot to pay the rent. The landlord wants us to move your things out. He said that a new tenant will come in soon."
"rent?"
Song Xiang froze.
Xu Yi, who was close to Yan Han, helped her get this apartment two years ago, just for the convenience of commuting to the company. At that time, she said that she had paid three years' rent. She was so busy these two days that she didn't think about the problem of the house at all.
"If you have any problems, just call the landlord. It's almost after get off work time and there's nothing we can do."
The property manager rolled his eyes and continued to turn around and greet the workers to move things.
Song Xiang stood at the door and watched as the group of people threw her things into the corridor like rubbish. The manager was still mumbling complaints.
"These things need to be taken away as soon as possible, otherwise we will have to ask the cleaners to come."
Song Xiang tightened her bag strap, her brain twitched, and her first reaction was to call Xu Yi.
However, after taking a deep breath, she stopped moving.
It was she who wanted to leave Yan Han, and it was legitimate for the other party to take away these things. It was her fault that she did not do the preliminary work well and gave others the opportunity to humiliate her.
The corridor was so full of things that she didn't even have a place to stay.
Song Xiang held the phone and thought for a while and decided to ask someone for help.
"Hello……"
***
Half an hour later, Song Xiang got out of the taxi.
The surrounding lights were dim and the environment was relatively clean. She found the house according to the address given by Care Lian.
An old single-family villa, the door at the door is rusty.
Gu Lian gave her the password and she entered the courtyard directly.
I knocked on the door of the main house and heard an answer from inside.
Click, the door opens.
"Come in quickly."
Gu Lian had burgundy wavy hair, red lips and white teeth, and a face that looked like the reincarnation of a fairy. She had probably just finished taking a shower and was busy blow-drying her hair. She came to open the door for Song Xiang wearing silk pajamas.