Chapter 566

The next morning, Liang qiange was awakened by a knock on the door.

She managed to get up from the bed, and a sharp headache suddenly hit her.

She covered her head and felt that her body was like an old machine without oil. She felt dull pain and fatigue.

There was a faint smell of wine on her body, which made her frown.

"Dong Dong Dong Dong."

The knock on the door continued.

"Here it is..." Liang qiange opened her mouth and her hoarse voice made her stupefied for a moment.

She got out of bed, but saw that there were no slippers beside the bed, only the shoes that she wore to eat yesterday.

She was too lazy to put on her shoes and walked to the door barefoot.

After opening the door, people outside gave a jump.

"Thousand songs? How did you do that? "

Liang qiange saw that the door was the assistant director with a folder in his hand. He leaned on the doorframe and asked, "what are you doing?"

The assistant director said, "check in and check out. The flight in the afternoon is about to leave. It's almost eleven o'clock."

Liang qiange delayed for a while before he remembered that the cast had been killed yesterday. Today, some actors and staff have been able to return home.

She belongs to that part of the people who left today, but she drank too much at the killing party yesterday, and now she has a hangover, she is weak and doesn't want to move at all.

Liang qiange was dying and said, "I'll change my ticket and leave tomorrow."

The assistant director looked at her worried: "are you ok? Do you want to go to the hospital? "

Liang qiange shook his head, covered his forehead and said, "take a bath for a while, and then have a sleep."

"Your eyes..."

Eyes?

Liang qiange looked at the assistant director.

The assistant director asked, "are you really OK?"

Liang qiange said again: "it's OK."

The assistant director didn't say much. He told him, "I'll tell the director that your room will be extended for another two days. You go back to have a rest. Do you want to eat? I'll ask room service to deliver it to you later?"

"No more." Liang qiange refused with a dry throat. She just wants to sleep now.

After the assistant director leaves, Liang qiange closes the door.

After she dragged her tired steps into the quilt, she immediately smelled the smoke in the quilt.

"Never drink again..." After a regretful murmur, she turned over and sat up, staring at the ceiling for a moment.

After a while, she got out of bed and walked to the bathroom like a corpse.

She turned on the tap, buried her face in the wash basin and poured a handful of cold water on her face.

The huge chill made her shiver fiercely. She looked up and looked at the hand washing mirror in front of her.

Then, she froze.

In the mirror, who is the woman with dishevelled hair, red and swollen eyes, bloodshot eyes, and zombie virus?

No wonder the assistant director was scared.

Liang qiange got closer, staring at his swollen eyes, puzzled memories: "I was beaten?"

There is no such memory. She covers her head wearily and doesn't care. She turns to turn on the faucet of the bathtub and takes off her clothes while storing water in the bathtub.

After a comfortable bath, she put the bathrobe on her naked body and stepped on the bathroom slippers and stepped into the room.

I'm still sleepy after a bath.

She rubbed her hair with a dry towel. When it was half dry, she hung the towel around her neck, went to the cabinet, took out the spare bedding in the room, and then threw the covers and quilts on the bed to the ground.

After changing into a clean one, she could not carry it any more. She fell into the bed with no dry hair.

She lay down on the bed and soon fell asleep again.

When he woke up again, it was dark outside, and Liang qiange was awakened from hunger.

When she opened her eyes and tried to get up, she found that she couldn't move at all. Her limbs were weak and she couldn't even move her toes.

"Well..." She groaned hard, and with all her strength, she got up half an inch and fell down.

He was dizzy, his head was like paste, and his body was cold and hot.

She suddenly had a bad feeling.

Liang qiange slowly stretched out his hand and put his palm on his forehead.

It's very hot.

Are you sick?

What's the matter?

Liang qiange was a little annoyed, and felt that his nose was blocked by something, and even it became difficult to breathe.

She remembered that there were cold medicine and antipyretic medicine in her suitcase, which she had prepared before she went out.

Liang qiange dragged the sick body, slowly climbed to the direction of the end of the bed, and put his hand to look for it in the trunk spread out on the ground at the end of the bed.

Because it was the barb, her head soon felt congested, more uncomfortable.She leaned aside to let herself slow down for a while, then she took out the antipyretic and cold medicine, and put herself on the head cabinet, drank half of the mineral water, and took the medicine.

She didn't know whether the medicine was to be taken before or after a meal. Anyway, she couldn't control so much. That's it.

After taking the medicine, she was hungry and buried in the quilt again.

Before going to bed, she took out her mobile phone with 5% battery power and sent a message to Hong Dao, asking him to ask the staff to call her tomorrow morning.

She was afraid that she would not wake up in any case if no one called.

Hong Dao may be busy. It took a long time before returning a message to her.

But Liang qiange has fallen asleep, did not see.

On the other side, in the hotel lobby.

Hong looks at the mobile phone that hasn't responded for a long time. After a while, he still makes a phone call.

The phone reminder is temporarily unavailable.

Hong Dao was a little annoyed and said to the man sitting on the sofa in the rest area of the hall with his mobile phone: "Mr. Bo, I told qiange that you were here. She didn't return me and didn't answer the phone. I don't know it was..."

On the sofa, the cool man folded his legs. He put one hand on the armrest of the sofa and the other on his knee. After pondering for a while, he said calmly, "it's OK. Please book a room for me."

Hong Daodao opened a room for Bo Xiushen.

Bo Xiushen took the room card, picked up a suitcase and walked to the elevator.

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Liang qiange felt that he had hallucinations.

The high fever and the hangover from drinking made her lose control of her spirit and physical strength.

The gentle big palm stroked in front of her forehead. Liang qiange opened his eyes and looked at the person in front of her and murmured: "thin "Xiushen..."

Touch the movement of pause for a moment, the man leaned slightly, gently said: "it's me."

No, not you.

You're not here.

Liang qiange hummed hard, his voice was hoarse and his eyebrows were wrinkled into a knot.

"What's the matter?" The man's voice is close to my ear.

Liang qiange's nose suddenly became sour. Then, her eyes turned red. She blinked, and her vision became blurred. She said like a coquettish girl I'm so sleepy. "

The man lowered his head and gave her a gentle kiss on the lip. His thumb touched her cheek with pity. A deep voice fell to her ear: "sleep, I'm here."