As Han Zhijin's voice settled, Xia Wan'an heard a "poof" sound, and she looked back to see that Han Zhijin had fallen to the ground drunk.

It's impossible to throw Han Zhijin here like this......

Xia Wan'an kicked his legs, and seeing that he still didn't react, he had to get up, pick up the cans he threw on the ground one by one, and then use his strength to eat milk, dragged Han Zhijin up from the ground, supported him with his body, and dragged him to an express hotel next to the hospital.

From Han Zhijin's pocket, he took out his ID card, and after opening a room for him at Xia Goodnight, he threw him on the bed and prepared to go back to the hospital.

As a result, as soon as she turned around, Han Zhijin vomited.

Xia Wan'an endured the urge to pour a basin of water on Han Zhijin, called the waiter, and then with the help of the waiter, Han Zhijin changed a new sheet cover. waiter

After the waiter left, Xia Wan'an glanced at Han Zhijin, who was drunk and asleep on the bed, hesitated, but went to the bathroom to get a towel, soaked it until it didn't drip water, and then walked out of the bathroom, sat on the edge of the bed, and wiped Han Zhijin's face.

Xia Wanjing got up, and just as he was about to put the towel back in the bathroom, Han Zhijin suddenly said, "I'm sorry...... Sorry ......"

She froze, and looked back at Han Zhijin, who was closed with her eyes closed, even if she was drunk like this, she still couldn't sleep steadily.

"I'm sorry...... I'm really sorry...... Little uncle, I'm sorry ......"

Xia Wanwan pursed the corners of her lips and entered the bathroom, and when she came out again, the room was quiet again, and Han Zhijin fell asleep on the bed obediently.

Xia Wan'an was worried about the situation on Han Jingnian's side, so she didn't dare to stay longer, and left directly, but when she walked to the door, Han Zhijin, who was lying on the bed, said a few more drunken words: "I'm sorry, little aunt, little aunt, if you want to blame me, don't blame my mother......"

Xia Goodnight, who had already half-opened the door, turned his head to look at Han Zhijin again.

The size of the express hotel room was very small, and she could clearly see the tears rolling down the corners of Han Zhijin's eyes.

She pinched the doorknob and couldn't help but increase the force, and then after more than ten seconds, she walked out of the room, gently brought the door, and went back to the hospital.

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As soon as Han Jingnian opened his eyes, he habitually stretched out his arm to find his mobile phone. As he moved, a tingling pain came from his arm, making him completely sober.

He turned his head to look at the sore spot, frowned at the sight of the tied gauze, and then sat up and surveyed his surroundings.

This is Schelling's hospital, with empty medicine bottles hanging from it...... Did he have an infusion last night? And this wound......

Suddenly, everything that happened last night passed through his mind.

He was drugged, and when he arrived at the 101 club, it was not a partner who made an appointment with him, but Su Ying...... Her face was too similar to An An's, and he couldn't tell who the person in front of him was...... Or rather, at that moment, he regarded Su Ying as An An...... Su Ying was very active, taking off her clothes, and sticking them on him intentionally or unintentionally...... He remembered when he was at his most confused, and he looked down to kiss her......

But the moment his lips touched hers, he smelled the strong smell of perfume on her body, and then he restrained himself.