"What's the matter? Girl, girl..." a chubby guest who was almost brought down by Chen miner rolled down and reached for it. When he saw that the other party was a woman, he didn't swear, but asked.

Chen min'er gasped and said hard, "let go of me. I've got... A febrile disease."

The fat man smelled the speech and changed color. He quickly let go and avoided it. He shouted: "febrile disease... Why am I so unlucky..."

As soon as he loosened his hand, Chen miner fell down again. This time, he fell into Han Shaoyuan's arms.

The guests downstairs heard the word febrile disease and ran out like running for their lives.

The waiter was so anxious that he stamped his foot: "hey... You haven't checked out yet..."

Who cares about paying the bill? Life matters!

Han Shaoyuan saw that Chen min'er's face was flushed. This was an abnormal red. He touched Chen min'er's forehead. It was really hot, and then put his pulse.

"Han Shaoyuan, take me to... The Spring Festival Hall." Chen min'er said powerlessly.

Han Shaoyuan felt that things were too strange. He had many questions in his heart, but he couldn't allow him to think more. He picked up Chen miner and went out.

By the window on the second floor of a restaurant opposite, a middle-aged man was paying close attention to the situation here. Just waiting for the young man to enter the elegant room on the second floor, he would take someone to catch the traitor. Seeing the young man enter the door, the middle-aged man made a gesture, and the people below understood. They rubbed their hands one by one, showing an excited look in their eyes. Catching the traitor must be very beautiful!

But at the next moment, many people ran out of the teahouse opposite and shouted in panic: "there is a febrile disease, there is a febrile disease..."

The sudden changes made the middle-aged man a little confused.

Isn't the febrile disease under control? Why are there febrile patients here?

Then he saw the young man running out with a woman in his arms, calling a carriage and galloping away.

The middle-aged man frowned and said, "go and have a look."

The man below looked hesitant: "bell is in charge. There is a febrile disease opposite."

The middle-aged man lowered his face and said, "just go if you're asked. What's the fuss?"

The servant went downstairs and came to the door of Chunxiang teahouse. After a while, he came back and reported: "steward Zhong, it seems that the woman with febrile disease is the one we want to stare at."

Steward Zhong slapped the table with annoyance: "Damn, let her run away."

Han Shaoyuan looked at Chen min'er in his arms, his eyes closed, his teeth clenched, his face flushed deeper and deeper, his breathing became heavier and heavier, and his forehead was constantly sweating. He looked very uncomfortable,

"Chen min'er, if you bear with me for a while, the Spring Festival Hall will be here soon." Han Shaoyuan said as he wiped her sweat.

Chen min'er shook her head and avoided Han Shaoyuan's hand. His breath and his cool hand seemed to have unspeakable charm. She couldn't help but want to get close, climb up, and tear open her clothes. It's terrible! This medicine is too powerful. If it goes on like this, I'm afraid she will be completely lost and do something disgusting.

"Han Shaoyuan, you... Stay away from me." Chen miner bit his lips again, trying to keep himself awake.

Han Shaoyuan guessed what was going on. He was shocked. Who gave Chen miner the medicine? If this goes on, Chen min'er may not be able to hold on. Han Shaoyuan takes out a silver needle and stabs it into Chen min'er's sleeping hole so that she won't hurt herself.

"Coachman, please hurry up." Han Shaoyuan anxiously urged the coachman.