Jin Sicheng didn't pay attention to her, but carried her all the way upstairs.

Jian Han felt that her stomach was tumbling all the time, and she was about to vomit, so she patted Jin Sicheng's back with her hand.

But this guy didn't move at all.

"Hmm!" Jian Han was really uncomfortable, and the smell that didn't smell good came up, making her regret eating those messy things.

I finally understood what it means to lift a stone and shoot myself in the foot.

Forced to hold back and finally didn't spit it out, and was carried to the door of the guest room, Jian Han was thrown on the bed by Jin Sicheng.

"Hmm-"

It's a complete overturn.

Jian Han couldn't take care of it, got up from the bed and ran towards the bathroom.

She lay on the toilet and threw up.

The smell of rancid acid hit, and in an instant the whole air was bad.

Jin Sicheng was at the door, frowning, a touch of coldness flashed in his eyes, staring at Jian Han deeply, watching the little figure spitting on the toilet.

Finally, I vomited everything I ate tonight.

With a bang, it flowed down the toilet.

Jian Han didn't want to mention how uncomfortable it was.

She got up to rinse her mouth and washed her face, only to realize that she was wearing three points now, no wonder it was so cold.

What's even more terrifying is that Jin Sicheng is standing at the door, looking at her with cold eyes.

It's really panicking.

Jian Han wrapped his hands around him.

Jin Sicheng stepped in, ripped off her last barrier, and threw her on the ground.

Jian Han was exposed to air.

She immediately shouted, "What are you doing?" You made me throw up. ”

"Wash yourselves." Jin Sicheng's eagle-like gaze swept towards her, and he said coldly: "If there is a trace of peculiar smell, you don't want to get out of bed today, and don't want to have the spirit to go to work tomorrow." ”

Horror flashed in his eyes, Jian Han still cared about his work.

She nodded immediately. "Okay, I see, I'll make sure to wash it up."

Jin Sicheng turned around and walked out.

Jian Han washed himself thoroughly, and when he came out, his face was pale, as if he was sick, and he had no strength at all.

She regretted that she shouldn't have fought with Jin Sicheng, but she was the one who lost.

Her stomach was also on fire, and it was uncomfortable.

Coming out of the bathroom, she sniffed herself, there was no special smell, and her teeth were brushed several times, it should be okay.

As soon as I came out, I saw a bowl of millet porridge on my bedside table, the yellow and yellow millet porridge was just right, with a faint rice oil floating, and the cat was steaming.

Jian Han was very surprised, could this be Jin Sicheng's millet porridge?

She picked it up and took a sip, it was delicious.

After drinking it all in one go, she burped and immediately recovered most of her spirits.

I didn't expect that guy to make rice porridge for her, did the sun come out in the west?

I still want to drink.

Jian Han went downstairs with the empty bowl he had just drunk, and saw Jin Sicheng sitting on the sofa, watching TV, his tall body leaning slightly on the sofa, very lazy.

His legs are very long, and he sits on top of each other, and his side face is even more handsome.

Jian Han took a breath, and in a trance, he saw Jin Sicheng's eyes sweeping over and meeting her eyes.

The two of them looked at each other, and Jian Han's heart skipped a beat inexplicably.

"That," she said quickly, to hide her panic, "is there still millet porridge?" I want to drink some more. ”

"I can't drink it." Jin Sicheng said in a deep voice.

"My stomach is empty!" Jian Han walked down and whispered, "I'm so hungry if I don't drink now." ”

Jin Sicheng walked towards Jian Han, took the bowl in her hand, put it on the dining table, and said, "Drink it when you're done." ”