She snatched the book from his hand and threw it hard in his face. 【Latest chapter reading. 】

Song Gongzi's handsome and sultry face was smashed painfully.

He covered his face and looked at Ning An angrily.

"Get out, get out!" Ning An was also angry, and the alcohol had not subsided, so she didn't care about her image, so she threw herself on the bed and dragged Song Shaoyan.

She had long known that this man couldn't spit out ivory from his mouth, but she didn't expect this kind of thing to be able to say.

He had never believed her.

Ning An's fingers grabbed Song Shaoyan's arm and pulled hard.

Song Shaoyan's sleeve was pressed at his elbow, and several red blood marks suddenly appeared on his arm, which was bright and eye-catching.

Ning An was born in a famous family, she has been a good girl since she was a child, and she has never quarreled or done anything with others, but all of this is an exception for Song Shaoyan.

Ning An grabbed his arm, but Song Shaoyan didn't fight back, so he just dodged.

"Get out! Get out of my apartment! Ning An wanted to drag him up from the bed.

But Song Shaoyan was taller than her, and she couldn't pull it at all, he just dodged, looking at the blood marks on his arms, and his eyes were blank.

"I'm sick and don't want to go."

Song Shaoyan's face was red, and the cold seemed to be very serious.

He didn't quarrel much with Ning An, as if he was giving in.

"If you are sick and go to the hospital, I am not a shelter here. Song Zhai also has a family doctor, you call diàn huà to him. ”

"It's just a cold, so I just want to find a place to sleep."

"Then you go to the hotel!" Ning An was still holding his arm.

His body was cold, and his eyes were a little listless, not like the arrogant and domineering Song Shaoyan in the past.

His head was drooping, his bangs drooping, and his long eyelashes hung like wounded butterfly wings.

Song Shaoyan didn't speak.

If he contradicts her, she will have a lot of things to refute him.

But if he didn't speak, she was very powerless.

Song Shaoyan hugged her sky-blue pillow, like a child, with her head bowed and silent.

Ning An's hand tugged at him, and he dodged back.

In short, he just wouldn't go.

"Damn, I've never seen you such a scoundrel." Ning An was completely unruly, he was like a big Buddha, lying on her bed.

Although he was sick, her strength was still not as strong as his, and he didn't react after pulling it several times.

"Are you intentional? Or are you not leaving today? ”

"Three days, I won't leave for these three days."

"Then I'll stay in a hotel, so you can stay here." Ning An let go of his hand, his face displeased.

She got up and went to the closet to look for clothes, and because she was so angry, she turned the hanger over with a "bang".

"Ann ......" he muttered her name, grabbing her hand, and his eyes were misty.

He looked at her.

Ning An turned his head and his gaze fell on his face.

He grabbed her hand and it was hot, like she had a fever.

Ning An tried to push him away, but he was like grasping a straw and refused to let go.

"Where's your assistant?" She asked lightly.

"I don't know."

"Are you burned? I'll take you to the hospital. Ning An was helpless.

Fever was a big deal, and she couldn't watch him burn.

I already have a brain disease, what if I burn it again and get even sicker?

"Hmm......" Song Shaoyan agreed.

Ning An had no choice but to change his clothes again, and muttered while getting dressed: "I'm sick like an uncle, let me serve you, hehe, Song Shaoyan, you are really capable." ”

Who knows, although Song Shaoyan has a fever, his ears are not deaf.