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Su Zhinian's car was hit a little seriously and couldn't start, so he dialed the phone number of the traffic police, directly let the car be towed away, and was fined 2,000 yuan for damage to public supplies.

On the way back to his villa in Su Zhinian's car, Song Qingchun called to stop when she passed by a 24-hour pharmacy, and she went down to buy two ointments to apply.

Back at the villa, Song Qingchun went to take a bath first, and after coming out, he casually found Su Zhinian a wide T-shirt to wear on his body, and then went to urge Su Zhinian to take a bath.

When Su Zhinian came out of the bathroom, Song Qingchun happened to blow her hair clean, she patted the sofa, motioned for Su Zhinian to sit down, and then took the ointment and applied it to the part of his body that was scratched by herself.

The smell of the ointment was a little pungent, and when Song Qingchun applied the blood stain on Su Zhinian's arm with the most blood, his stomach suddenly twitched, and he threw the ointment and cotton swab on the coffee table indiscriminately, and ran to the bathroom.

Before Su Zhinian could react to what was going on, he heard the sound of Song Qingchun vomiting from the bathroom.

He quickly got up from the sofa, strode into the bathroom, and saw Song Qingchun lying on the toilet, vomiting dimly. The fox demon is the only pet and the domineering evil wife

Su Zhinian frowned, hurriedly stepped forward, squatted down, and patted Song Qingchun's back: "What's wrong?" ”

Song Qingchun shook his head, and just wanted to say "It's okay" to Su Zhinian, so he turned his head again and spit on the toilet.

She had already digested what she had eaten at night, and at this time she vomited all the sour water.

Su Zhinian patted her on the back, seeing that she vomited so uncomfortably, she opened her mouth distressedly: "I'll call Doctor Xia." ”

As he spoke, Su Zhinian stood up.

Song Qingchun stretched out his hand while vomiting, grabbed Su Zhinian's arm, and stopped him from moving, "No need to ......", Song Qingchun just said halfway through and spit on the toilet again.

"No, it's not the same thing to vomit like this." Su Zhinian broke free of Song Qingchun's hand and walked towards the bathroom door.

Song Qingchun, who stopped vomiting, pressed the flush button on the toilet, stood up in a hurry, chased out, and quickly snatched the mobile phone that Su Zhinian was looking for Dr. Xia's phone: "I'm fine, maybe it's too greasy to eat something at night, and my stomach is a little uncomfortable." "The dark angel who guards sweetheart

Su Zhinian frowned and stretched out the mobile phone in Song Qingchun's hand.

Song Qingchun hid behind him: "Doctor Xia is so old, don't toss him in the middle of the night, and after I vomited, I am much better now." ”

Su Zhinian was still a little worried.

"It's okay, it's really okay." In order to convince Su Zhinian, Song Qingchun also jumped around in front of him.

Su Zhinian asked, "Are you sure?" It wasn't until Song Qingchun nodded and replied "um" with a smile that he reluctantly compromised.

Before he went downstairs to cook milk for her, he still said again: "Wait, if you don't feel well, don't let Dr. Xia come over, we'll go to the hospital." ”

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Song Qingchun, who drank the milk, took the lead in climbing into Su Zhinian's bed and lay down in the quilt.

Su Zhinian washed the milk cup first, put it on the coffee table, then turned off the light and walked to the bedside.

He stared at Song Qingchun, who was nestled in the two-meter-wide big bed, with only a small head exposed, for a while, before lifting the quilt and lying down beside her.