Chapter 1182 You’re Playing with Me

Lei Qingyi thought of the people in the drug rehabilitation center, the heart-wrenching screams, he was afraid when he heard them, not to mention Yan Huan, it seems that Lu Yi has endured no less than Yan Huan.

And they have to find out the talent behind the scenes as soon as possible, otherwise, before such hidden dangers are eliminated, Yan Huan cannot live under the public.

And who is this so-called Brother Hua?

Aunt Gu brought her own soup to Yan Huan.

"Thank you, Auntie," Yan Huan brought it over and drank it mouthful by mouthful.

"You should drink some too," Aunt Gu also poured a bowl for Zhu Meina, "This soup is for nourishing the body, drink more, it is also good for your body."

"Thank you," Zhu Meina hurriedly brought it over, thinking it was a delicious soup, but she just drank a mouthful and her whole face was bitter.

"Why does it smell like Chinese medicine?"

"This is a soup made with Chinese medicine, so of course it smells like Chinese medicine."

Aunt Gu said with a smile, and then took the soup to the kitchen inside, and waited until the evening to drink another bowl, while Zhu Meina held the soup, almost crying, and drank the remaining half bowl of soup.

It was all her own greed, and she thought Yan Huan was eating something good alone, but it turned out to be really good.

Next time it comes to this time, she will never come out again, and she will never follow him around, anyway, she will never drink a mouthful of this soup with Chinese medicine again, it is too hard to drink.

Yan Huan did not dislike it, and still drank it mouthful by mouthful, while Zhu Meina stretched out her fingers to grab the table, like a lion that was about to explode.

"You must have a problem with your taste."

She stood up and talked to people with taste problems.

Yan Huan put down the bowl, and her mouth was filled with the smell of Chinese medicine. It was not very pleasant, nor was it very delicious. It was just that she had treated her body badly, and she wanted to make up for it, but it was not something that could be made up with just one word.

So this is a tonic soup, not a medicine, but it also has medicinal ingredients. Naturally, it is impossible to ask for a good taste. And no matter how delicious the soup is, can it cure diseases and keep healthy?

Good medicine tastes bitter, and only by drinking it can she slowly make up for the original energy she lost.

After drinking the soup, Yan Huan got a pencil and sat there to sharpen it. As a result, she hadn't sharpened a pencil for a long time. She didn't pay attention for a while, and the knife directly scratched her finger. It was a kind of pain instantly, and there were also blood beads overflowing from the fingertips.

"How did you get hurt?" Aunt Gu was also scared. It seemed that the injury was quite serious.

She hurriedly went outside, and when she came out, she also brought a medicine box. She took out all the medicine inside and began to bandage Yan Huan's wound.

Zhu Meina was stunned at the scene in front of her, and she almost screamed.

Aunt Gu carefully helped Yan Huan wrap her fingers. Yan Huan moved her fingers, but it was not very comfortable, but there was nothing she could do, because she hurt herself.

Aunt Gu then threw the bloody cotton swabs and the like into the trash can, and took them out to throw away later.

"Yan Huan," when Aunt Gu went out, Zhu Meina hurried over and also put her hands in front of Yan Huan, as if Yan Huan was a monster from nowhere.

"Yan Huan, are you crazy? You actually let others touch your blood, have you forgotten that there is a virus in your blood?"

She lowered her voice, as if Yan Huan was crazy now, could it be that this was to retaliate against society and wanted everyone to be infected?

Yan Huan moved her fingers wrapped in gauze.

She raised her face and saw Zhu Meina's stern questioning in her eyes.

"Did I forget to tell you?" She picked up the knife again and continued to sharpen the pen.

"Tell me what?" Zhu Meina didn't react now. She really felt that Yan Huan was too terrible. She was clearly the prelude to revenge. If that was the case, she shouldn't have come back. Wouldn't that be her accomplice again?

It's not that she doesn't want revenge, but some people are innocent.

Although she, Zhu Meina, is not a good person, she will definitely not implicate others. She uses this method to retaliate against the nanny, who looks so kind.

Why does she feel that Yan Huan is a little immoral now?

Yan Huan took a piece of paper and started drawing, while Zhu Meina was still waiting for her answer. Sometimes she wanted to pry open this woman's brain. I don't know what's wrong with her now.

She stood up straight and wanted to pack her luggage and get out.

"Zhu Meina," Yan Huan raised his head again, calling Zhu Meina's name, his eyes also staring at Zhu Meina's face, and he could see that the disgust in Zhu Meina's eyes was not because she had AIDS, but because she was taking revenge on others. In fact, this woman was not completely useless, and there were still some good points, although the stupid one was really big-breasted and brainless.

"I don't have AIDS."

"What did you say?" Zhu Meina didn't react at first.

"What did you say?"

"I don't have AIDS," Yan Huan repeated again, "I'm only addicted to drugs, not AIDS."

Zhu Meina stood up suddenly, grabbed Yan Huan's shoulders, and sat directly on the table.

"Yan Huan, you are kidding me!" Damn, this woman doesn't have any sense of public morality. You know, she is living with an AIDS patient every day. Although she is not afraid of it and sometimes forgets that she is a patient, this kind of worry from time to time can really drive a normal person crazy.

Just when she was dying, this woman was good. She said that she didn't have AIDS. Who is she trying to fool?

Yan Huan took out his sharpened pen and gently poked Zhu Meina's finger.

"I just found out too. Maybe I am lucky. The man injected me with the blood of an AIDS patient. He thought I was infected, and I thought I was infected, but I am lucky. In the end, I was not infected."

"And..." Her slightly drooping eyelashes fell on the paper that Zhu Meina pressed on her buttocks, "Miss Zhu, can you shake your buttocks?"

Zhu Meina quickly jumped off the table and moved her buttocks away. She patted her clothes and walked away with a swagger, looking more and more like the Zhu Meina in the past. However, no one noticed that the silly smile on her face had become brighter and the sky was clearing up after the storm.