Chapter 812 It’s Not About Calculation, It’s About Yes (2)

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Su Zhinian's car was badly hit and couldn't start. He called the traffic police and had the car towed away. He was also fined two thousand yuan for damage to public facilities.

Su Zhinian drove Song Qingchun back to her villa. When Song Qingchun passed a 24-hour pharmacy, she called to stop, and she went down and bought two ointments for application.

Back at the villa, Song Qingchun went to take a shower first. After coming out, he randomly found a large T-shirt from Su Zhinian and put it on, and then went to urge Su Zhinian to take a shower.

When Su Zhinian came out of the bathroom, Song Qingchun happened to blow dry his hair. She patted the sofa and motioned Su Zhinian to sit down. Then she took ointment and applied it to the areas where he was scratched by her.

The smell of the ointment was a bit pungent. When Song Qingchun applied it to the blood mark on Su Zhinian's arm where the blood flowed the most, his stomach suddenly twitched. He threw the ointment and cotton swabs on the coffee table and ran away. Got to the restroom.

Before Su Zhinian could realize what was going on, he heard the sound of Song Qingchun vomiting coming from the bathroom.

He quickly stood up from the sofa, strode into the bathroom, and saw Song Qingchun lying on the toilet, vomiting.

Su Zhinian frowned, hurriedly stepped forward, knelt down, and patted Song Qingchun on the back: "What's wrong?"

Song Qingchun shook his head, and just as he was about to say "It's okay" to Su Zhinian, he turned his head again and vomited into the toilet.

The food she ate at night had already been digested, and all she vomited was acidic water.

Su Zhinian patted her back, and seeing how uncomfortable she was from vomiting, he said distressedly: "I'll call Dr. Xia."

With that said, Su Zhinian stood up.

While Song Qingchun was vomiting, he reached out and grabbed Su Zhinian's arm to stop his move. "No need...", just halfway through Song Qingchun's words, he vomited into the toilet again.

"No, it's not the same thing to vomit like this." Su Zhinian broke away from Song Qingchun's hand and walked towards the bathroom door.

Song Qingchun stopped vomiting, pressed the flush button on the toilet, stood up hurriedly, chased out, and quickly grabbed Su Zhinian's cell phone, which was looking for Dr. Xia's number: "I'm fine, maybe I need something to eat tonight. It’s too greasy and makes my stomach feel a little uncomfortable.”

Su Zhinian frowned and reached for the mobile phone in Song Qingchun's hand.

Song Qingchun hid behind her: "Dr. Xia is so old, so don't torment him in the middle of the night. Besides, I'm much better now after I finished vomiting."

Su Zhinian was still a little worried.

"It's okay, it's really okay." In order to convince Su Zhinian, Song Qingchun jumped around in front of him.

Su Zhinian asked, "Are you sure?", and it wasn't until Song Qingchun nodded and replied "Yes" with a smile that he reluctantly compromised.

Before he went downstairs to boil milk for her, he still said uneasily: "If you feel uncomfortable later and don't let Dr. Xia come over, we will go to the hospital."

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After drinking the milk, Song Qingchun climbed into Su Zhinian's bed first and lay down on the bed.

Su Zhinian washed the milk cup first and placed it on the coffee table, then turned off the light and walked to the bed.

He stared at Song Qingchun, who was nestled on the two-meter-wide bed, with only a small head exposed, for a while, then lifted the quilt and lay down next to her.