Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

Chapter 420: I come

Chapter 420 I'll come

Shen Xun sneered and grabbed his collar, "How did I warn you just now, eh?"

"I... I don't want to! Nah—"

He felt that his body was no longer his own, and his internal organs were all screwed together, rebelling collectively.

He has run countless times in the toilet, and now he is going to collapse.

After being kicked into the chair by Shen Xun, Han Jun became limp and motionless.

Shen Xun's face was dripping with water, "Where was the bottle of water just now? Did you drink it all?"

He just mentioned it casually, but didn't want to be a proverb.

At the critical moment, Han Jun really lost the chain.

"No, no..." Han Jun clutched his stomach, with a bitter face, "You said that, where would I dare to drink? There is half a bottle left... just..."

He raised his hand and pointed, but found that the place where he put the water was empty.

Everyone's water is there, only his half bottle of water is missing.

"Ah……"

The hostility between Shen Xun's eyebrows and his eyebrows gradually became stronger, reaching his upper jaw, "Come here prepared."

"Brother Xun, you mean...well..."

Before Han Jun finished speaking, his expression was too bad, he clutched his stomach and curled up into a shrimp.

Over there, Shen Xun has already dialed the emergency number.

Listening to his cold voice, Han Jun gritted his teeth uncomfortably, his eyes were red, "Brother Xun...I'm sorry..."

"Get off to the hospital numbly," Shen Xun didn't look at him, "Otherwise, I'm afraid I can't help but kill you."

Han Jun shrank into a ball aggrieved.

"If the brain is useless, I suggest donating it to those in need."

Han Jun was quickly pulled away by the ambulance.

The people around quickly learned that a student who was going to sing on stage suddenly had a stomachache and was picked up by an ambulance.

Song Yaoya's bad premonition was magnifying.

Over there, An Feiran, wearing a prince costume, had already walked over and shook her head at her.

So Song Yao understood.

"The next show is Han Jun who is 3rd in high school! You can wait for the show!"

"Han Jun has entered the hospital, this show is cancelled."

When someone answered the call, the student in charge of the backstage work was taken aback, nodded and called for the next show.

"Who said it was cancelled?"

Song Yaoya interrupted him, "I'll sing."

After that, she raised her hand and removed her hair bun. The ink-like blue silk was scattered, exuding luster like silk.

Song Yaoya took off his jacket, wearing a sweater and pleated skirt underneath.

"No...classmate, who are you? This show doesn't mean that you can be the best..." The man scratched his head and explained, without knowing Song Yaoyao.

A smile flashed across An Feiran's eyes, and he always had confidence in Song Yaoyao.

"She is the monitor of our 3rd class. This place was originally our third class. Han Jun can't perform in the hospital, but it's our third class, classmates, we must fight for it."

Wearing a white gilt rim, the boy with his small curly hair smiled cleanly, but his tone was more or less threatening.

The boy's eyelids jumped, "Okay... Then do you sing the originally arranged song or reselect? It's best to decide quickly, and the host will say something more."

"What did he sing?" Song Yaoya asked.

The boy glanced at the list, then looked at the pink and tender, delicate little girl, coughed slightly, "Serving the country with loyalty--"

An Feiran raised his forehead: "..."

Sure enough, it is the style of that second product.

Song Jingwan curled her lips and almost didn't laugh.

"Slim, can you sing?"

(End of this chapter)