Ji Fanling took advantage of the stomach pain to subside a little and tried to explain: "Actually, Cheng Jiali was very good to me. Do you remember that there was a physical education class in the second year of high school and I fainted..."
"Okay, I don't want to hear it."
The man interrupted suddenly, with a hint of imperceptible anger in his words.
He stretched out his hand and pressed it on the center console impatiently. The music that sounded instantly filled the car, blocking the two of them like a wall.
Ji Fanling: "..."
I don't want to hear what you're asking?
Ji Fanling was subtly unhappy. She turned her head and leaned on the backrest. She pressed her forehead against the car window and curled up uncomfortably.
The car was like black lightning, speeding on the empty road.
The two of them were silent all the way.
Until you arrive at the community and park in the underground garage.
Fu Yingcheng quickly turned off the engine, unbuckled his seat belt, and got out of the car first.
Ji Fanling moved much slower than usual. He covered his stomach with one hand and pushed the car door with the other. He felt that the car door was too heavy to push.
Ji Fanling bit her lip.
Stomach pain is a common occurrence for her. She can just force herself to sleep and endure it until tomorrow morning. It is far from a problem worth thinking about.
Ji Fanling slowly walked into the elevator. The man had been pressing the door button for a few minutes. He raised his eyelids impatiently and said, "Why don't we just take a taxi back..."
and took a look.
Fu Yingcheng's face changed slightly, and he held the elevator door that was about to close with one hand: "What's wrong with you?"
"My stomach feels a little... uncomfortable." Ji Fanling felt nauseous, lowered her head and tried to squeeze into the elevator from under his arm.
Fu Yingcheng was startled for a moment: "Don't you feel uncomfortable?"
Why should she feel uncomfortable? Because eating spicy food betrays the faith of our ancestors? Or does she usually think with her stomach?
Ji Fanling tugged at his lips. His stomach hurt so much that he couldn't speak. He just hunched over and made a weak mockery with his slanted eyes.
Her sarcasm clearly had other meanings in the man's eyes.
Fu Yingcheng pressed the door open button, held her arm with one hand, and walked out of the elevator involuntarily. He didn't walk very fast, but he held on tightly. Ji Fanling couldn't stand and could only stagger. Follow up: "...Where to go?"
"Hospital."
"No, let me go."
Fu Yingcheng's hand was surprisingly strong, and for a moment it reminded people of the cold-faced policewoman back then . The boy was dragged to a convenience store to have his wounds treated.
"Don't you go to the hospital and wait to recover?"
"Just let me go back and lie down..." Ji Fanling struggled reluctantly, wanting to bite him.
"My place is home, not a hospital."
"..."
Fu Yingcheng stopped, turned around suddenly at a very close distance, and stared at her with cold anger, "Lying down can be useful, then I can still What kind of medical company do you want to open?"
Ji Fanling choked, feeling that he actually had no position to insist on going to his house to rest, so he looked away in compromise.
Just then.
An unpleasant premonition surged into his throat.
"Hurry up..." The three words were almost squeezed out from between the teeth.
Before he finished speaking, Ji Fanling was caught off guard and vomited.
We meet again, Maoxuewang.
The pulpy meat is mixed with rice and dotted with bright red chili flakes, and the pungent sour smell surges out.
Ji Fanling used his last strength to turn his head sideways, not facing Fu Yingcheng's arms.
But the two of them stood too close, and Fu Yingcheng still held her arm. The vomit dripped down the man's clothes, and even his trouser legs and leather shoes were damaged.
Forget it!
return! vomit! Got it! he! one! body!
Ji Fanling's legs were so weak that she couldn't stand. If it weren't for Fu Yingcheng's strong hands supporting her arms and half-lifting her weight, she would have almost knelt down.
The man was silent above her head, and for some reason, he didn't let go.
...
even slightly closer.
Never even pushed it far.
*
After Ji Fanling finished vomiting, his brain gradually recovered.
As soon as he regained consciousness, he saw Fu Yingcheng's body was in a mess: "..."
Apparently, she vomited too suddenly and he didn't have time to kick her out.
With his level of mysophobia, he felt like he could kill her on the spot.
Ji Fanling raised his head cautiously, and sure enough he saw that his face was horribly dark, as if he was going to be pissed to death.
"Look." Ji Fanling said with a hoarse voice, "...I warned you."
Fu Yingcheng didn't say a word, carried her into the car, leaned in, quickly pulled out a few pieces of paper and threw them to her, I drew a few more cards, stood outside the car, wiped my hands and clothes, and then got into the car.
Vomit is difficult to clean, so wiping it casually will not help at all. Even if he can take off his coat, he can't take off his pants and shoes at the same time.
As Fu Yingcheng entered the car, the doors, seats, and carpets were all mushy. Ji Fanling's body was inevitably stained a lot, and the seats were even more miserable.
Even someone like her, who is not a germaphobe, feels numb after looking at it.
Fu Yingcheng drove out of the garage, and out of the corner of his eye he saw the girl diligently wiping the car next to him. He couldn't bear it and said, "Wipe yourself."
Ji Fanling: "...Oh."
Fu Yingcheng drove extremely smoothly on the road, almost without stopping . No matter how hard he stepped on the brakes, Ji Fanling still vomited twice. He took the plastic bag used for medicine in the car and kept it. In the end, he couldn't vomit anything. He just retched, as if his stomach was about to vomit.
While she was vomiting, she heard Fu Yingcheng talking on the phone intermittently, his voice so cold that there was no warmth at all: "It's now in the past. It'll be there in twenty minutes. Are you in the hospital now?... Director Liang It's okay."
"Stomach pain and vomiting one hour after meals."