Chapter 676

In the huge room, there is no light on. Only the dim light outside the window penetrates in. The door opens. Song Xuan holds him and staggers to the bedside.

Next to the big bed, she staggered for a while, and fell into the bed with the people beside her.

She was about to get up when Yang Haitao clasped her wrist: "don't move. Let me hold it for a while, OK?"

Song Xuan felt the heat from him: "you Is there a fever? "

Yang Haitao murmured: "should not have."

Song Xuan felt a little distressed: "why do you drink when you are not feeling well? Didn't Huang Jianjun go to all those dinners? "

Yang Haitao moved his body, and his voice was hoarse: "I thought I was going to sign a contract, but at the dinner party, the leader said that if we don't finish drinking those bottles of wine, the land will not be taken down. Do you think I can not drink it? A table of people, are good wine, a drink, can not stop

Wine table culture, always like this.

Song Xuan's hand came to his back: "you've worked hard."

Yang Haitao held up his arms and looked down at her: "I never feel hard, I want to bring you the best life, you are the biggest motivation for my struggle."

Before Song Xuan could be moved, she saw that Yang Haitao looked miserable. She suddenly got up and stumbled into the bathroom.

Song Xuan is lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling, blinking, stunned, huh? What's the situation?

Then, he heard Yang Haitao vomit.

She quickly ran to the bathroom. Yang Haitao was holding the pool and was vomiting bitterly. Song Xuan quickly went to pat him on the back: "look at you. You said you vomited."

Yang Haitao is trying to explain, his stomach is a burst of tumultuous, and also a burst of crazy vomiting.

After that, the good image that he had finally accumulated was completely subverted. He should be very embarrassed in this way.

Ah, my stomach is so uncomfortable that I have a spasm. At the end of my vomiting, only acid water is left.

He took a hand of water to gargle, then straightened up and turned to look at her: "what I said is true."

His stomach was churning again. Yang Haitao was so scared that he swallowed his saliva and suppressed the impulse of vomiting.

Song Xuan pulled off the towel on the shelf, made some warm water to wipe his face: "OK, I'll get some milk for you."

Yang Haitao held her: "can you cook some porridge? I only drink wine at night and don't care about eating food. I'm very hungry now. "

Song Xuan shook his head: "are these leaders trying to force people to death?"

Then he helped him into the room and went downstairs to cook porridge for him.

Yang Haitao had a bad headache and his stomach was uncomfortable. He put his arm around a quilt and fell asleep.

Half an hour later, song Xuan carried a small tray with thick boiled porridge, a pile of small pickled melons and a cup of hot milk. When he entered the room, Yang Haitao was lying on the bed in his clothes. The quilt only covered half of his body. He looked a little miserable.

I can't take care of myself.

Song Xuan puts the tray down and pats his face. After touching it, he finds that it's boiling hot.

He has a fever.

Song Xuan frowned and whispered, "Yang Haitao, wake up..."

Yang Haitao opened his eyes vaguely. Song Xuan sat by the bed and helped him to do it well: "go and change your pajamas first. Sit in the quilt. You have a cold and a fever."

Yang Haitao sat up with difficulty and murmured: "I don't have strength. Please take my pajamas here."

"Where are the pajamas?"

"In the closet behind you, there is a set of dark grey Plaid pajamas."

Song Xuan opens her wardrobe and finds that it is neat and tidy. A set of dark gray Plaid pajamas makes it hard to remember Yang Haitao, the second ancestor of the greasy faced briefcase. His taste is really good and stable now.

She took the pajamas to the bedside and gently put it on the quilt. Yang Haitao began to unbutton his shirt. Song Xuan didn't respond. He was about to untie his abdomen. His chest was looming. His figure was really good. Song Xuan quickly called out, "you, you, you What are you doing? "