Song Xiang screamed in pain, his face instantly distorted, and he immediately bent over and curled up.
The women were frightened and looked at each other, half of their alcoholism immediately dissipated.
"Just pretend, we didn't do anything!"
Qiqi was also a little panicked. She frowned and pushed Song Xiang again, "Hey, what a bump!"
Song Xiang couldn't hold on anymore, so she was pushed by Qiqi again. Her legs softened and she fell sideways.
All the girls were so frightened that they backed away.
"What are you doing?"
Duan Ge and Xu Tailang came down from upstairs. They originally wanted to have something to eat. As soon as the elevator door opened, they saw someone lying in the middle of the corridor.
"Song Xiang!"
Duan Ge recognized Song Xiang at a glance. Without thinking, he rushed over quickly, pushed the two women away, and helped Song Xiang up from the ground.
"How are you?"
Song Xiang was trembling all over, and she made a sound from deep in her throat, "It hurts..."
Duan Ge had stayed up all night and his eyes were red. Now when he heard what she said, he became angry. He first picked her up and then kicked Qiqi.
"You are looking for death!"
The group of women were all frightened. Qiqi was kicked so hard that she leaned against the wall and did not dare to hide.
Duan Ge wanted to kick him again, but Xu Tailang quickly stepped forward to stop him.
"Don't worry about them for now. Send Song Xiang to the infirmary outside for a checkup."
Duan Ge then stopped, hugged Song Xiang and strode out.
Song Xiang's body tensed up and she gritted her teeth to endure the pain. Her mind was already full of mush and she had no idea where Duan Ge was holding her. It wasn't until the smell of disinfectant penetrated her nose that her mind felt clear.
Unfortunately, I saw the doctor for the third time this month.
"For acute gastroenteritis, take two bottles of intravenous drip first, and then see the effect after it's over."
The doctor's words were in my ears, mixed with a few questions from Duan Ge and Xu Tailang.
Song Xiang could only curl up to reduce the pain. When someone came to pull her hand, she had not yet reacted.
"Song Xiang, give her an IV drip." Duan Ge patted her arm gently.
"Um……"
Reason returned, she stretched out her hand.
I didn't feel any pain from the needle, and I focused entirely on my stomach.
In a daze, a stern and cold voice played repeatedly in my mind, and I couldn't remember which corner of my memory it came from.
Every word, every word, is cruel and indifferent.
Song Xiang couldn't help but open her mouth: "You bastard..."
Duan Ge sat next to her and didn't hear what she said clearly. He leaned over to listen carefully but stopped talking.
…
Yan Han was suffering from the reaction of the medicine all night, and he tried not to make a sound, lest the woman sleeping outside would choke him without mercy.
He didn't fall asleep until four or five in the morning. He heard voices in a daze, and it was almost nine o'clock when he opened his eyes again.
"Mr. Yan is awake?"
This gentle voice didn't sound like Song Xiang's at first glance. Even when the woman was in a good mood, she would only make an emotionless, mechanical sound, which was very unpleasant.
He turned his head, his eyes gradually focused, and he saw the person next to the bed clearly.
"Why are you here?"
"It's already nine o'clock. I don't trust you, so I'll keep watch."
Wen Wen looked haggard and had not put on makeup. She held a glass of water in her hand and asked cautiously: "Can I help you moisturize your lips with a cotton swab?"
Yan Han's eyebrows narrowed and his tone was indifferent: "How long have you been here?"
"It's been three or four hours." Wen Wen put down the water obediently and said nothing more.
Yan Han looked outside the bedroom, showing no emotion.
Wen Xin followed his gaze and said casually: "Sister Song Xiang left early, it seems there is something urgent."
Yan Han sneered lightly, with a meaningless look on his face, "What's the emergency for a salesperson?"
Wen Xin pulled her lips, her sweet face without any sharpness, and explained gently to Song Xiang: "Sales are very busy. It must be very hard for Sister Xiang to keep receiving all kinds of people."
Yan Han closed his eyes and pursed his thin lips tightly, as if he didn't want to continue Song Xiang's topic.
Wen Xin stood beside the bed, her eyes tracing the outline of the man's face, as if worshiping a work of art, even her breath was careful.
She bit her lip slightly, couldn't help but clench the hand beside her, and made up her mind.