I really want to be a salted fish

Chapter 35 The Youngest Owner

Nan Yixi pushed open the door with an imposing manner as if the queen mother was driving back to the palace.

"Where are the spoons and spoons?" She left her bag casually on the table, panting while leaning on the wall, her exquisite makeup was a bit messed up, and she seemed to have run all the way back.

Mi Li looked at the pair of high-heeled shoes on Nan Yixi's feet, the heels were worn out and looked bad.

This is too disrespectful
She doesn't understand the life of the rich!

"Talk, where are you?" Nan Yixi asked eagerly again

Mi Li and Xiao Ranran were about to answer when Su Shao's feeble voice came from the room.

"here."

Nan Yixi entered the room, and when he saw Su Shao's pale face, he groaned.

"I'm going, what's the matter with you?"

Su Shao, "I'm fine, I just don't feel well."

"Sisters, your face is almost dead!"

"I just lost a lot of blood." Su Shao calmly stuffed the air cushion BB at his side into the quilt.

"Excessive blood loss?" Nan Yixi looked at Su Shao, then stared at the brown sugar ginger water beside her bed, "A relative is here?"

Now that he was discovered, Su Shao admitted it frankly.

"I..." Nan Yixi's lips trembled a little, not sure if he was angry, "When a relative comes, come here! Can I scare her away when I come back or something? I am dating Qin You, so it is difficult for him to take the initiative Me once, still...let me."

Su Shao raised her eyebrows, "You are still asked to bring your ID card?"

Nan Yixi was somewhat different, "How do you know?"

"You brought it?" Su Shao narrowed her eyes, her tone was a little dangerous.

"I didn't." Nan Yixi couldn't tell a lie, she stammered whenever she lied.

"We are talking about your relatives! No, we are talking about why you interrupt my date, why do you have to call me back when a relative comes?" Come on.

Su Shao knew that Nan Yixi was angry, after all, he was someone he had loved for three years.

But the more she behaved like this, the more she cared, the less she dared to tell her the truth.
Su Shao stared fixedly at Nan Yixi, a hint of happiness appeared in his eyes.

Fortunately, before tearing Qin You's hypocritical face, Xixi didn't do anything out of the ordinary.

What she needs now is an opportunity to confess this matter to Xixi.

"Xixi." Su Shao tugged at Nan Yixi's arm, with a sickly voice, "I want to drink yogurt."

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this is acting like a baby!

Nan Yixi reached out and touched Su Shao's forehead, "Son, don't be silly with a fever?"

Su Shao didn't speak, but put on a pitiful gesture.

Nan Yixi touched it for a while, and put down his hand when he felt it was not hot.

Tears welled up in her excited eyes, "The last time you acted like a spoiled child to me was in the fifth grade! You beat up a little boy until his nose was bruised and his face was bruised, and you acted like a spoiled child so that I wouldn't tell your parents!"

Nan Yixi seemed to have suddenly forgotten about Qin You, she wiped away her tears, and walked out of the dormitory.

Su Shao was afraid that she would find the scumbag again, so she quickly sat up and asked, "Where are you going?"

Nan Yixi said without looking back, "I'll buy you yogurt."
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At night, Su Shao didn't feel sleepy at night because he had a long nap in the afternoon.

The other three people in the dormitory were already sound asleep.

She drew the blackout curtains and took out her phone.

From morning to night, there was one thing that troubled her all the time, and that was how she could return Song Yan's clothes!
For a luxury high-end coat, the price will not be lower than five figures.

She had to find a way to return the coat to him quickly.

By coincidence, Su Shao searched for the Central Hospital on the browser.

She originally wanted to find out if there was Song Yan's contact information on it.

The first item in the pop-up window is a tweet from a doctor who just won the Nobel Prize in Medicine.

Su Shao opened it curiously, and the names of the winners were clearly imprinted in her eyes.

Song Yan
What shocked her the most was not these two words, but the line of titles that followed.

Nobel Prize in Medicine, the youngest owner!
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