It was very cold on the sofa, and Song Xiang curled up all night, crying silently until she felt dizzy and dizzy.
She hadn't eaten properly all day, and her stomach still acted like a monster in the middle of the night, as if a hand had grabbed the pain nerve and suddenly and violently stirred her to death.
Song Xiang didn't dare to move. She was afraid of disturbing Shun Han, and she really couldn't find a solution. If she wanted to find medicine, she had to go out. If she went out, she might meet Lewis.
There was a wolf in front of her and a tiger behind her, so she could only endure it.
The pain was unbridled without the suppression of drugs, leaving her completely sleepless. Even if she felt tired for a while, the pain would come back right after.
After repeated twists and turns, Song Xiang doubted whether she could survive until dawn. Fortunately, Shuang Han in the bedroom did not cause any trouble, otherwise she would really die before Shun Han.
The dim light of the morning entered the room. Song Xiang squinted his eyes and tears flowed from his dry eyes. He laughed at himself in his heart. He was really weak and had a strong constitution, but he managed to survive it.
She closed her eyes, calmed down a little, and was about to struggle to get up when the lock at the entrance suddenly rang.
The door was slowly pushed open from the outside, and the other party walked in cautiously.
Song Xiang could see the other party's face clearly through the hazy morning light.
Warm.
"Why did you get up so early?" Song Xiang interrupted the other party's steps toward the bedroom.
Wenxin turned around suddenly and realized that there was someone else on the sofa. She twitched her lips, feeling a little embarrassed.
"I was worried about Mr. Yan, so I came over to see if you could help with anything."
Song Xiang was too lazy to expose her little thoughts, and she really needed help now.
"I feel sick to my stomach, can you buy me some medicine?"
Wen Xin was stunned for a moment, looking a little unnatural, "Then Mr. Yan..."
"Mr. Yan doesn't get up early." Song Xiang interrupted her.
Wen Xin withdrew her hand in embarrassment, brushed her hair away from her face, and folded her hands in front of her, "Okay, sister Xiang, what medicine do you want? I'll buy it now."
Song Xiang told her the name of the medicine and reminded her: "There is a pharmacy downstairs, so you don't have to go too far."
Wen Xin nodded and walked out a little reluctantly, "Then keep an eye on Mr. Yan."
Song Xiang agreed on the surface, but sarcastically in his heart, "Shen Han doesn't need you to worry about him so much. He is in good health and can withstand two more glasses of mango juice."
Wen Xin left the door and the room became quiet again.
Song Xiang still struggled to get off the sofa, poured herself a glass of hot water gently, and went to the bathroom to quietly call the front desk to ask for breakfast.
Breakfast arrived before the warm medicine, so she drank some porridge first and then waited for the warm medicine.
The little girl was probably afraid of missing the moment when Yan Han opened his eyes, so she had to run back and forth and was sweating profusely when she entered.
Song Xiang took the medicine, said thank you calmly, drank the medicine with hot water, and then planned to leave.
Unexpectedly, Wen Xin followed her out and stopped talking.
Song Xiang knew what she was going to say, so he took the initiative to speak: "Don't worry, I won't talk too much."
Wenxin looked up at her with timid eyes.
Song Xiang wanted to roll her eyes, but she was so weak that she didn't want to waste the energy of rolling her eyes.
She is taller than Wen Wenxin, her cold face is stronger, and her tone is full of sarcasm.
"But I want to remind you that you are making unnecessary moves. Even if you don't take action, Mr. Yan will take action against you."
This method of cooking raw rice into cooked rice is terrible.
Wen Xin's eyes flashed, and he looked panicked and handed the thing in his hand to her.
Song Xiang took a look and saw that it was the leftover stomach medicine she had taken.
Wen Xin bit her lip with a hard-to-speak expression, "Sister Xiang, I don't understand what you are saying."
Song Xiang cursed in his heart.
She took the stomach medicine and gave Wen Xin a "gentle" smile.
"It's okay if you don't understand. I'm afraid you'll pretend not to understand if you understand."
Wen Xin smiled openly and brightly, completely ignoring the connotation of Song Xiang's words.
"Don't worry, Sister Xiang. If I don't understand something, I will learn it hard and I will never be a drag on Mr. Yan."
Song Xiang was so disgusted by her that her stomach began to twitch again. She really couldn't bear to look at her face, so she turned around with the medicine in hand, straightening her back muscles throughout the process without exposing any weakness.
It wasn't until she entered the elevator that she couldn't help but press her upper abdomen, and her expression instantly collapsed.
This bastard, Yan Han, has done a lot of harm to people!
The elevator only lasted a few seconds, and the door opened quickly. It was not even six o'clock outside, and it was so cold that Song Xiang immediately shivered.
She bundled up her clothes and went out, only to meet a few familiar faces as soon as she stepped out of the elevator.
They were the bunny girls who quarreled with her at the racecourse yesterday.
Song Xiang felt very uncomfortable. He didn't want to argue with them and wanted to pass by them and leave.
However, as soon as she turned around, several girls surrounded her, and the surrounding area was filled with the smell of alcohol.
"Why is sister leaving so fast?"
"Are you feeling guilty? You actually came down from the third floor so early in the morning."
"Next to Mr. Duan, he was eating from the bowl and looking at the pot."
"You are the female watcher, you are more professional than us."
Several women said something to each other, and the smell of alcohol alone could knock Song Xiang down, not to mention that they pushed Song Xiang around without mercy.
Song Xiang kept holding her stomach, her back was sweating from the pain, and she held up her front to scold him.
"If you don't get out of the way, I'm going to call someone. This place is not far from the front desk!"
Qiqi, the leader, could see that she was in a bad state. He glanced at her hand and saw her hand covering her stomach. She turned her eyes and suddenly hit her stomach with a palm!