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Su Zhinian's car crashed a little and could not be started. He dialed the traffic police's phone number, and the person was directly towed away. He was also fined 2,000 yuan in damages to public goods.

Su Zhinian drove on the way back to her villa with Song Qingnian. When Song Qingnian passed a 24-hour pharmacy, she shouted to stop and she went down to buy two smeared ointments.

Back at the villa, Song Qingchun went to take a bath first. After coming out, he casually asked Su Zhinian to wear a large T-shirt, and then went to urge Su Zhinian to take a shower.

When Su Zhinian came out of the bathroom, Song Qingnian just happened to blow her hair clean. She patted the sofa, motioned to Su Zhinian to sit down, then took the ointment and applied it to his scratched body.

The ointment smelled a little pungent. When Song Qingchun applied to the blood stain on Su Zhinian's arm with the most blood, his stomach suddenly twitched, and the ointment and cotton swab were thrown randomly on the coffee table and ran away. To the bathroom.

Su Zhinian hadn't responded to what happened yet, and heard the voice of Song Qingchun vomiting in the bathroom.

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

Su Zhinian frowned, hurried forward, squatted down, patted Song Qingchun's back: "What's wrong?"

Song Qingqing shook his head, just wanted to say "Nothing" to Su Zhinian, then turned his head and vomited at the toilet.

What she ate at night had already been digested, and at this time she vomited all sour water.

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

With that, Su Zhinian stood up.

Song Qingchun held out his hand while spitting, grabbing Su Zhinian's arm, and stopped his move. "No need..." Song Qingchun just said halfway and vomited at the toilet again.

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

Song Qingchun, who stopped vomiting, pressed the pump button on the toilet, stood up in a hurry, chased out, and quickly grabbed Su Zhinian's mobile phone that was looking for Dr. Xia's phone: "I'm fine, maybe something to eat at night It's too greasy and a little uncomfortable in the stomach."

Su Zhinian frowned, reaching for the phone in Song Qingchun's hand.

Song Qingchun hides behind her: "Dr. Xia is so old, don't toss him in the middle of the night, and after I vomit, it is much better now."

Su Zhinian is still a little worried.

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

Su Zhinian asked "Are you sure?" until Song Qingchun nodded his head and smiled back to "um", then he compromised reluctantly.

Before he went downstairs to cook milk for her, he said another one in peace: "If you are uncomfortable and don't let Dr. Xia come over, we will go to the hospital."

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After drinking milk, Song Qingchun took the lead in climbing up Su Zhinian's bed and lying in the bed.

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

He stared at the two-meter-wide bed. Song Qingchun, who only showed a small head, looked at it for a while before lifting the quilt and lying beside her.