Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 1197

She snatched the book from his hand and slammed it in his face.

Mr. Song's handsome and provocative face was hurt by the blow.

He covered his face and looked at Ning An angrily.

"Get out, get out!" Ning An was also short of breath, and the drunkenness had not subsided, and she didn't care about her image, so she threw herself on the bed and grabbed Song Shaoyan.

She had known for a long time that this man couldn't spit ivory out of his dog's mouth, but she didn't expect to be able to say such words.

He never believed her.

Ning An grabbed Song Shaoyan's arm with his fingers and pulled hard.

Song Shaoyan's sleeves were rolled up at the elbows, and a few red blood marks suddenly appeared on his arms, which were bright and eye-catching.

Ning An came from a famous family, and she was a good girl since she was a child. She never quarreled or fought with others, but all of this was an exception for Song Shaoyan.

Ning An grabbed his arm, but Song Shaoyan didn't fight back, just dodged.

"Get out! Get out of my apartment!" Ning An wanted to pull him up from the bed.

But Song Shaoyan was taller than her, and she couldn't move it at all. He just hid, looking at the bloodstain on his arm, his eyes were dazed.

"I'm sick and don't want to go."

Song Shaoyan's face was red, and he seemed to have a serious cold.

He didn't quarrel with Ning An much, as if he was giving way.

"If you are sick, go to the hospital. This is not a shelter. There is also a family doctor in the Song residence. You can call him."

"It's just a cold, I just want to find a place to sleep."

"Then you go to the hotel!" Ning An was still holding onto his arm.

His body was cool, and his eyes were a little listless, not like the previous Song Shaoyan who was domineering and domineering towards her.

He drooped his head, his bangs drooped, and his long eyelashes hung like injured butterfly wings.

Song Shaoyan didn't speak.

If he refuted her, she would have a lot of words to refute him.

But when he didn't speak, she was powerless.

Song Shaoyan hugged her sky blue pillow, like a child, with his head down, silent.

Ning An's hand tugged at him, and he backed away to hide.

In short, he just refused to go.

"Damn it, I've never seen such a rascal like you." Ning An had nothing to do, he was lying on her bed like a giant Buddha.

Although he was sick, she was still not as strong as him, and he didn't respond to a few pulls.

"Did you mean it? Or are you not leaving today?"

"Three days, I won't leave for these three days."

"Then I'll stay in a hotel, so you can stay here." Ning An let go of his hand, with a displeased expression on his face.

She got up and went to look for clothes in the closet. Because she was so angry, she turned over the hanger with a "dong dong".

"Ann..." He vaguely called her name, grabbed her hand, his eyes were dimly lit.

He looked at her.

Ning An turned her head and her eyes fell on his face.

The hand he held her was hot, as if he had a fever.

Ning An tried to push him away, but he refused to let go as if he was grasping at a straw.

"Where's your assistant?" She asked lightly.

"do not know."

"Are you confused with fever? I'll take you to the hospital." Ning An was helpless.

Fever is a big deal, she can't just watch him burn down.

The brain is already sick, what if the fever continues and the disease becomes more serious?
"Hmm..." Song Shaoyan agreed.

Ning An had no choice but to change his clothes again, and muttered while putting on his clothes: "If you are sick, let me serve you like an uncle, hehe, Song Shaoyan, you are really capable."

Unexpectedly, although Song Shaoyan had a fever, he was not deaf.

(End of this chapter)