He dragged the drunk car downstairs, and Black Maybach was already waiting downstairs.

The man in a suit got off the car and bent his waist and said respectfully: "Mr. Yan."

"You go and have a rest today." Yan Shu violently opened the car door and stuffed the person into the back seat.

Navigating to search for the nearest hospital, he finally looked at the sleeping person in the rearview mirror and drove away quickly.

The nearest Lincheng Central Hospital takes at least 10 minutes to drive, and Yan Shu took the risk of speeding all the way to 8 minutes.

There are not many people who register at this point, so he simply went to a fever clinic and took Fang Zhao to the infusion area for some drip.

The infusion area was very quiet and there was almost no one. The cleaning lady cleaned the back row.

The TV set on the wall is still playing "SpongeBob SquarePants" that children love to watch.

Yan Shu received a hot water from the water dispenser. After eating, he made him feel more comfortable. He leaned against the cold chair and stared at the person next to him intriguedly.

The man woke up and hung up until the last bottle.

Fang Zhao woke up and looked around for a while, and suddenly felt a little confused.

Finally, his eyes fell on the person who brought her: "Yan Shu. Why are you here?"

"Why can't I be there?" Yan Shu frowned: "Why are you still so stupid?"

"I don't know if I'm sick?" He said extreme.

The blush spread to the ears and even the ankles and turned pink: "Why are you mad at me?"

Fang Zhao's fierce tone made Yan Shu laugh: "Have you drunk?"

The two fingers were rubbed together lightly, and she unconsciously made a cute expression: "A little bit, just a little bit."

"A liar." Yan Shu said: "Do you know where you are now?"

She shook her head with a dull expression: "Thirsty."

Yan Shu: "What?"

"Drink water." Fang Zhao's sitting posture was lazy and confusing, staring at his pupils with a flash of light. Her voice was soft as if she was acting coquettish.

"It's quite a bit." He swallowed uncontrollably, and the broken hair on his forehead was lifted to the top of his head: "Wait."

Then a cup of hot hot water was brought to her: "Be careful, hot."

She looked like a kitten, and couldn't wait to pursed her mouth: "Did you come back because of your girlfriend?"

Yan Shu moved his eyes: "That's how you think?"

"What you said" Fang Zhao suddenly felt lost: "At the dinner, you said you had a girlfriend."

He didn't expect Fang Zhao to feel relieved about this matter. Whether she was drinking or talking nonsense, he answered to Fang Zhao sincerely: "Fang Zhao, I don't have any girlfriend."

The next morning, Jiang Zhao was awakened by a nightmare.

She sat up and stroked her wounded heart.

She dreamed that she was drowning in the deep sea and was falling into the bottomless pit under her feet.

The dream really made her blood pressure rise linearly.

Fang Zhao licked his lips, his arms and his sweat came out from his forehead. His head couldn't help but hurt, his brain was about to explode. She was trance remembering that she drank wine in a Japanese restaurant last night and could never remember it again.

She looked at the clock facing her and the hand pointed to 9 o'clock.

She held her forehead and quickly put on her clothes.

When he arrived at the breakfast shop, Fang Zhao was distracted and drank soy milk.

Xiaoya shook her palms opposite her: "Sister Zhao? Sister Zhao?"

After calling three times, Fang Zhao realized: "Ah? What's wrong?"

Xiao Ya opened her mouth slightly and pointed her finger at the bottom of the bowl opposite: "I've eaten up the soy milk."

She glanced at the bottom of the iron noodle bowl and had air in her mouth: "When did the plane come today?"
Chapter completed!