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Chapter 39 The scourge left a thousand years

As soon as Wen Xin opened his mouth, Song Xiang was shocked, shocked that this little girl could hide it so deeply.

She clearly told Wen Xin that Yan Han was allergic to mangoes, but Wen Xin pretended not to know and mixed mango juice into Yan Han's wine.

Just a little mango juice is enough to make Yan Han faint. This is what she told Wen Wen specifically. It was originally a reminder, but unexpectedly it turned out to be Wen Wen's little cleverness.

If Yanhan just fainted, the two of them would probably wake up the next day sleeping in the same bed. Wenwen could also be said to be Yanhan's drunken behavior.

It's a pity that the cold allergy is too serious, so Wen Wen still poured too much mango juice.

"Mr. Yan, I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to do it."

The little girl cried so hard that she blamed herself so much that she wished she could commit seppuku on the spot. Anyone who heard it would feel unbearable.

Song Xiang looked at Yan Han. He was sitting on the bedside with a weak face and a pair of bottomless black pupils. His eyes were focused on Wen Xin's face, as if he was examining the authenticity of what she said.

“Why is it mixed with mango juice?”

His voice was hoarse and dry, and his tone was deliberately slow, like a condescending judge interrogating a frightened prisoner at a slow pace.

Wen Xin sniffed and her eyes turned red, "I like mangoes, so I thought everyone else likes them. I'm too stupid."

"She just wants to share her favorite things with you." Song Xiang crossed her arms and said sarcastically, "Mr. Yan, just forget it, she has good intentions."

"She meant well. Why didn't you tell her that I was allergic to mango juice?" A stern and cold gaze swept over and looked at Song Xiang intently.

Song Xiang was stunned for a moment and pointed at herself, "Mr. Yan, I..."

"Didn't you say you would hand over the work? You said all the other nonsense, but you ignored such an important thing?"

Yan Han spoke carefully, his eyes never leaving Song Xiang's face. After he finished speaking, he sneered, "I also want to thank you for your mercy. You didn't tell Wen Wen directly that I like mangoes and asked her to pour more mango juice."

Song Xiang's temples were beating wildly, and the warm shame surprised her. It turned out that the little girl who had just left school was also a king, but it was Yan Han's unreasonableness that made her so angry. He told her whether she was good or bad, and he poured dirty water on her.

splash.

"Although the wine in the glass is gone, there is still a mango flavor left in the glass. Mr. Yan can't drink it out?" She couldn't help but reply to Yan Han.

Yan Han turned his head and was so weak that he wanted to close his eyes to calm down, but he still kept talking.

"I have never eaten mangoes in my entire life. Do you think I can drink them?"

Song Xiang gritted her teeth and moved her eyes to the table lamp next to her. She really wanted to put a lamp on Yan Han's head to see how his brain circuits grew.

She took a deep breath, with a perfect smile and twisted eyes, "It's my fault. I didn't hand over the work well, and I made you suffer, Mr. Yan."

Yan Han hummed softly, "As long as you know it yourself."

The two of them were going back and forth, and the people next to them couldn't get a word in. When they had nothing to say, Lu Zechen stepped forward to clean up the mess.

"It's not easy for little Song Xiang. I came to save you at night."

Yan Han shook off his hand and said in a cool tone, "If something happened to me, why don't you call an ambulance immediately and wait for her to come and save me?"

Lu Zechen: "..."

He touched his nose, then spread his hands and said, "Be conscientious when you speak. Your Miss Wen called me here. I found a doctor immediately."

Yan Han was exhausted from the torture, he breathed a heavy sigh of relief, and was too lazy to pay attention to him.

Song Xiang turned sideways and rolled his eyes. He shut up as soon as Wen Xin mentioned it. He might as well just die in Wen Xin's hands. Be kind and be kind.

The room fell silent, and the doctor standing aside stood up.

"Young Master Lu, Mr. Yan needs to be guarded by someone just in case something changes at night."

If he turns into a fart, he can eat people. Are you still afraid that he will die?

"I'll guard it." Wen Xin raised her hand weakly, with a guilty look on her face, "I was the one who caused the trouble."

Song Xiang applauded in his heart, "Girl, even if you are aware, you should keep it in the first place."

"To be honest, this lady is not suitable." The doctor pushed up his glasses and said politely: "You don't have first aid awareness. You are not as courageous as the lady just now. You shouldn't be able to help me with anything."

Lu Zechen snorted, raised his reddish loving eyes, and looked at Song Xiang with a half-smile, "Song Xiang is indeed brave. I almost thought she was going to kill someone just now."

Yan Han closed his eyes, his voice was low and his tone was still bad, "Who knows what she is thinking?"

"I'm not suitable either." Song Xiang lowered her face and dared to commit suicide, "I have a grudge against Mr. Yan. Maybe at some point I can't help myself and I will kill Mr. Yan."

Yan Han smiled disdainfully, "On your side?"

Song Xiang breathed in, "...!"

"In this case, let Xiao Song Xiang guard it. Anyway, the security here is pretty good." Lu Zechen crossed his arms across his chest and smiled jokingly at Yan Han: "If you are in danger, we will have time to save you."

Yan Han closed his eyes, as if he had no strength and was too lazy to say anything.

Song Xiang felt depressed. She had suffered all day, and now she still felt uncomfortable in her stomach. If she kept Yan Han vigil all night, it would be better to kill her directly.


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