She snatched the book from his hand and threw it hard in his face.

Mr. Song's handsome and sultry face was so badly hit that it hurt.

He covered his face and looked at Ning An angrily.

"Get out, get out!" Ning An was also furious, and the drunkenness had not subsided, so she didn't care about her image, so she threw herself on the bed and grabbed Song Shaoyan.

She had known for a long time that this man could not produce ivory from his dog's mouth, but she did not expect that he could say such a thing.

He never believed her.

Ning An's fingers grabbed Song Shaoyan's arm and pulled hard.

Song Shaoyan's sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and several red blood marks suddenly appeared on his arms, which were bright and eye-catching.

Ning'an came from a well-known family, and she had been a good girl since she was a child. She would never quarrel or fight with others, but Song Shaoyan made an exception in all of this.

Ning An grabbed his arm, but Song Shaoyan didn't fight back and just dodged.

"Get out! Get out of my apartment!" Ning An wanted to drag him up from the bed.

But Song Shaoyan was taller than her, and she couldn't pull him away at all. He just hid, looking at the blood marks on his arms, his eyes filled with confusion.

"I'm sick and don't want to leave."

Song Shaoyan's face was all red, and he seemed to have a serious cold.

He didn't argue much with Ning An, as if he was giving in.

"If you are sick, go to the hospital. This is not a shelter. There is also a family doctor in the Song residence. You can call him."

"It's just a cold. I just want to find a place to sleep."

"Then you go to the hotel!" Ning An still grabbed his arm.

His body was cold and his eyes were a little listless, unlike the Song Shaoyan who was arrogant and domineering towards her in the past.

His head was drooped, his bangs hung low, and his long eyelashes hung motionless like injured butterfly wings.

Song Shaoyan said nothing.

If he refutes her, she will have a lot of things to say to refute him.

But if he didn't speak, she was powerless.

Song Shaoyan hugged her sky-blue pillow, like a child, with his head lowered and silent.

Ning An's hand tugged on him, and he ducked back.

In short, he just refused to leave.

"Damn, I've never seen you such a scoundrel." Ning An was completely at a loss. He was lying on her bed like a giant Buddha.

Although he was sick, she was still not as strong as him. She pulled her several times, but he had no reaction.

"Did you mean it? Or are you saying you won't leave today?"

"Three days, I won't leave for these three days."

"Then I'll stay in the hotel, so you can stay here." Ning An let go of his hand and looked unhappy.

She got up and went to the closet to look for clothes. She was so angry that she turned over the clothes hangers and made a "dong dong" sound.

"An..." He called her name vaguely, grabbed her hand, and there was a blurred light in his eyes.

He looked at her.

Ning An turned her head and her eyes fell on his face.

The hand he held on to her was hot, as if he had a fever.

Ning An tried to push him away, but he was like grabbing a straw and refused to let go.

"Where is your assistant?" she asked calmly.

"have no idea."

"Are you suffering from fever? Let me take you to the hospital." Ning An was helpless.

Fever was a serious matter, and she couldn't watch him burn.

My brain is already sick. What if the fever continues and the disease becomes more serious?

"Well..." Song Shaoyan actually agreed.

Ning An had no choice but to change his clothes again. While putting on his clothes, he muttered: "When you are sick, just like an uncle, let me serve you. Haha, Song Shaoyan, you are really capable."
Chapter completed!