Han Zhijin stared at the blush, stunned for a while, before lowering his head to check his body.

He wasn't hurt...... But where did the blood come from?

Han Zhijin racked his brains for a long time, but he couldn't think of anything, his eyes staring at the sheets, were a little painful from the red thorns.

With doubts and dazed feelings, after taking a shower, Han Zhijin changed into clean clothes and walked out of the room.

Coming to the door of the lobby on the first floor, Han Zhijin gave the car key to the doorman.

He always felt that something was wrong, leaning against the glass door, biting the legs of his sunglasses and trying to remember, but he didn't know what went wrong, and his memory only stayed in the scene of drinking in the splendid box......

The car was quickly driven by the doorman, and when Han Zhijin took the car keys and was about to get into the car, someone called out to him: "Mr. Han." ”

Han Zhijin looked up and saw that he was a resplendent waiter.

He didn't speak, the waiter walked up to him and handed him a bracelet with both hands: "Mr. Han, this is the ...... I saw on your bed when I just cleaned the room."

"In my room?" Han Zhijin asked in confusion.

"Yes, Mr. Han."

Han Zhijin let out an "oh" and took the bracelet, he didn't wait for the waiter to leave, he got into the car, then took off his sunglasses, stared at the bracelet and studied it carefully......

It was a bracelet made of pure gold, and it looked familiar.

Han Zhijin gnawed on the leg of his sunglasses and thought for a while, remembering that this seemed to be the bracelet that Xia Goodnight bought for Song Youman and Ai Jiang when he went to Hong Kong.

He remembered that Song Youman had mentioned that there were words engraved on the back of this bracelet, Ai Jiang was the word Ai, and she was the word Man.

Thinking about it, Han Zhijin carefully began to study the bracelet, and then he saw a very small "Ai" behind the rose petals of this bracelet.

Mugwort? Mugwort ginger? Why is Ai Jiang's bracelet in his room? The red ...... on the bed

As these thoughts flashed through Han Zhijin's brain, his hand shook and he dropped the bracelet at his feet.

No way? Is it so scary? He was so hungry that he was ...... Attack on Ai Jiang?

Neither is it right...... He is a perennial prodigal, and the amount of alcohol is much stronger than that of ordinary people, and he didn't drink much last night, how could he get drunk to the point of breaking?

Han Zhijin's eyebrows suddenly wrinkled into a Sichuan character.

He can't be touched, right?

Thinking of this, Han Zhijin bent over, picked up the bracelet, casually threw it into the car's storage box, and while starting the car, he dialed the phone and left the golden splendor.

"Uncle Xie?"

As this title came out of his mouth, Han Zhijin sighed silently in his heart.

Just because of the little uncle, the little uncle's friend is obviously not much older than him, but he has to call the little uncle......

"Are you in the hospital now? Oh...... I wasn't physically unwell, but I felt like I had a problem...... Okay, then you wait for me, I'll go and get you to check now......"

An hour later, Han Zhijin got the test report from Xie Lin.

Han Zhijin, who was slumped on the sofa and swayed with Erlang's legs crossed, read the test report with it, but didn't understand it, and then turned his head to Xie Lin, who was washing his hands next to him, and asked, "Uncle Xie, do I have a problem, or is it okay?" ”

Xie Lin didn't rush to answer Han Zhijin's question, but wiped his hand slowly and methodically, and then looked at him with a serious face: "Zhijin, who were you with last night?" Did you know that I found residual hallucinogens in your body? ”