Young Master Chu's sweetheart wife

Song Qianxi didn't bother to argue anymore, so she just turned off her phone and went to sleep.

However, it turned out that Zheng Xueying's words had a great influence on her.

Because of this incident, she suffered from insomnia.

I couldn't fall asleep at 02:30 in the morning, and I was getting more and more energetic.

Chu Muhan was kind to her, it was indeed a little too much.

She didn't even know how to repay.

Alas, it is better to move out earlier to reduce the psychological pressure.

As soon as she closed her eyes, she heard a crackling sound from outside the door. Song Qianxi sat up and listened carefully for a while, and the door became quiet again. Maybe Chu Muhan accidentally tripped over something.

Just when she was about to lie down, there was another sound of glass shattering to the ground. Song Qianxi couldn't sleep peacefully. She put on her slippers and walked out of the room, seeing darkness in her eyes.

She fumbled to turn on the light, and with a 'pop', it suddenly brightened up.

On the untied table after eating the hot pot, several wine glasses fell to the ground, and the unfinished red wine was also broken, spilling a piece of wine-red liquid.

A man squatted beside the open bar.

Song Qianxi stepped forward, and the glass was shattered all over the place, and the water cup was also broken.

Hearing the movement, Chu Muhan propped himself up on the bar with one hand, and said to her with difficulty, "I'm sorry I woke you up."

His voice was weak, his face was pale and sweaty.

Song Qianxi frowned, and asked nervously, "What's wrong with you? You look so ugly."

Chu Muhan shook his head and said bravely, "It's okay."

As soon as he finished speaking, the spasm in his stomach made him frown in pain.

Song Qianxi noticed where his hand was touching, and guessed, "Your stomach hurts?"

He nodded, and Song Qianxi said anxiously, "It hurts like this and said it's okay, I'll take you to the hospital."

Chu Muhan said, "No need, just take some stomach medicine."

Song Qianxi spread her hands and sighed, "But, there is no stomach medicine in the hotel, I'll buy it."

As soon as she turned around, her wrist tightened suddenly, and she turned back again, with a dazed expression on her face.

"Forget it, you should take me to the hospital."

It's too dangerous for a girl to be on the street in a foreign country at night.

"Okay." Song Qianxi asked the front desk to call an ambulance.

Arriving at the hospital, the doctor on duty checked Chu Muhan and quickly came to a conclusion.

"Because the spicy food irritates the gastric mucosa, if you have acute gastritis, just hang an injection."

spicy...

Song Qianxi's expression changed slightly, "Thank you doctor."

She helped Chu Muhan to the infusion room.

After hanging up the needle, he asked, "You don't eat spicy food, why didn't you say so?"

The tone was harsh and angry.

Chu Muhan frowned in a heroic manner, no one dared to speak to him in such a tone.

However, because it was Song Qianxi.

He wasn't angry, but felt heartwarming, "I'll eat a little, but I didn't expect my stomach to be so disappointing." The truth is, he's been with Mr. Chu all year round, and he's used to a light diet.

If you don't tell the truth, I'm afraid Song Qianxi will blame herself.

Hearing this, Song Qianxi couldn't say anything, but sighed in a low voice, "Oh, I should buy the mandarin duck pot."

Chu Muhan's ears are excellent, upon hearing Song Qianxi's words, he smiled and said, "You can try it next time."

Song Qianxi was in high spirits, "Okay!"

……

The next day, when Song Qianxi woke up, she found that she had fallen asleep leaning on Chu Muhan's shoulder, with his coat still on her body. Song Qianxi was startled, and hurriedly sat up straight.

"you're awake."

Chu Muhan's deep and solid voice rang in his ears, especially in the early morning.

He had finished hanging the needle, Song Qianxi covered her face in shame.

"I'm sorry, I wanted to take care of you, but I was so sleepy that I couldn't hold back and fell asleep."