Turns out I'm just mosquito blood

Chapter 19 Nightmare

Qiao Wan'an supported the handrail of the stairs and moved down slowly, his movements were as stiff as an 80-year-old man's. Until the last few steps, he really had no strength, and his foot slipped and rolled down like this.

He got up nonchalantly and walked to the dining table.

Fortunately for him, the food on the table has not been dumped yet.

Qiao Wan'an was already so hungry that his eyes stared like gold stars. Looking at the dishes condensed into a ball by oil, he found it extremely attractive.

He didn't even have time to hold the chopsticks, and he couldn't even move them, so he just stuffed them directly into his mouth with his two fingers that could still move. He didn't feel greasy or cold, and he just wanted to satisfy his hunger.

But how could his stomach bear his tossing like this, the cold, hard and greasy food stimulated him to feel nauseous, he lay down in front of the kitchen sink and vomited wildly, vomiting out the bile and acid water that he had just eaten .

Qiao Wan'an wiped her mouth with water, her eyes were reddened.

After he vomited cleanly, he regained consciousness for a while, and thought of another question in a trance.

Did Ayan ask someone to save the food for him?

It must be, otherwise the servants would never give him a star left.

Thinking of this, Qiao Wan'an suddenly felt less hungry. Only then did he realize how rude his actions were just now. He secretly rejoiced that Chu Yan didn't see his appearance, and carefully placed a plate of fried pork on his wrist. Warm up in the microwave.

After waiting for a few minutes, he awkwardly put the dish towel on his wrist and took out the plate of fried pork.

The hot meat was fragrant and oily, which made people move their index fingers. He was pleasantly surprised to find that today's fried pork was not spicy.

It must be that Ayan finally found out that he didn't like spicy food and asked him to cook it on purpose, and he was too embarrassed to take the initiative to ask him to eat, so he put it here on purpose.

Ayan must still care about him, Qiao Wanan thought firmly.

Qiao Wan'an is a person who is easily satisfied, and she can instantly forget all the bad things that Chu Yan has done to him by just relying on imagination.

Qiao Wanan sat at the dining table, swallowed her saliva looking at the plate of meat, and then began to worry again.

The dishes seemed a little hot, but he couldn't hold the chopsticks with his hands at all, how could he eat the dishes that Ayan specially reserved for him?

Qiao Wanan blew on it with his mouth, and the rich meaty aroma tempted his taste buds. He couldn't bear it anymore, and put his hand directly into the dish, and stuffed it into his mouth again.

This time it was so hot that he couldn't help breathing out, and the face that was injured by Chu Yan in the morning was still in pain, Qiao Wan'an lowered his chewing sound.

I can't help blaming Chu Yan in my heart. Although he hasn't been able to eat meat for a long time, don't prepare such hard-to-chew meat for him. It hurts.

With his current condition, he wouldn't be able to eat much, instead he would end up with a stomach ache.

So after finishing this sumptuous "big meal" with restraint, Qiao Wanan was going to clean up the table by the way. Just as he picked up the plate, his hands hurt. Then he remembered the situation in his hands and had no choice but to let go.

He turned off the light and was about to go upstairs to rest when he was startled by a scream.

The voice came from He Xiran's room. Qiao Wan'an didn't know what happened, but saw the door of Chu Yan's room suddenly opened. Qiao Wan'an was trying to hide, but the living room was too dimly lit, and Chu Yan didn't see him at all. Without looking at him, she immediately rushed into He Xiran's room next door.

"Don't...don't, ah!" He Xiran was still yelling in horror, as if he had fallen into some terrible nightmare.

Chu Yan rushed in and hugged him, "Aran, Aran, don't be afraid, I'm here, don't be afraid..."

He Xiran has always been rational and tenacious, but at this moment he looked so pitiful and helpless in his arms, with tearful eyes full of affection, he called out tremblingly, "Ayan...Ayan."

Chu Yan's heart was broken by the sound of weakness, he hugged He Xiran tightly to comfort him over and over again, "Ah Ran, it's okay, it's just a dream, it's okay."

He Xiran whimpered and looked at him with tears all over his face, as if waking up from a dream, "Ayan, I dreamed that you got married and you didn't want me anymore. Tell me, this is all a dream, right?"

Chu Yan's body froze obviously, and He Xiran was still looking at him expectantly, Chu Yan couldn't bear it and said: "Ah Ran, whether I'm married or not, I always have only you in my heart."

He Xiran was stunned, as if waking up from a dream, and gently pushed Chu Yan away, "I, I lost my composure."

"Aran..."

"I'm sorry, I had a nightmare," He Xiran murmured in a low voice, "What I just said..."

Chu Yan gently hugged him, eyes full of guilt and pity, "Stop talking, I understand, let me accompany you, okay?"

He Xiran lay on his chest, hummed obediently with a strong nasal cavity, and Chu Yan walked into his room openly with him in his arms.

Qiao Wanan hid in the dark, raised his head and watched the light in the room go from on to off, but it never fell on him.

He squatted down and hid in the corner of the dark and empty living room, holding his head. After a long time, there was only a suppressed and dull sob.

Qiao Wanan set an alarm clock for himself, and got up before dawn in the morning, but it was completely unnecessary, because he almost didn't sleep all night.

Following the last embers of the night, he went to the hospital alone.

In the morning, I drank a bowl of hot porridge at the roadside bun shop. The boss asked him if he would like to order some more buns, saying that he would not be full. Dare to use force, it is best to eat some liquid food.

Besides, he can't use chopsticks like this now.

After eating a bowl of hot porridge, Qiao Wan'an discovered that the taste was unexpectedly sweet, just like her mother's taste when she was a child. Qiao Wan'an's eyes were red, and she drank the porridge slowly, feeling warm in her heart.

His walking steps are even a lot lighter, no matter how cold the outside air is, it is still free.

He arrived very early, there were not many people in the hospital, so he registered and went for a checkup.

The doctor reprimanded him, "Look at your stomach, it's already so serious, why are you here now?"

Unexpectedly, Qiao Wan'an suddenly smiled, and lowered her head shyly, "Thank you."

The doctor froze for a moment, but saw that the patient's eyes were full of sincerity.

The doctor didn't know why, but he felt a little blocked for no reason, and couldn't help but soften his tone, and showed him the medical examination form, "Your stomach is already ulcerated, you should pay attention to eating less spicy food..."

Qiao Wan'an patiently listened to the doctor's instructions, and thanked the doctor gratefully. The doctor prescribed some medicine for him. When Qiao Wan'an took the prescription, the doctor looked at him in surprise, "Why are your hands like this?" ?”

Qiao Wanan hurriedly turned around, "Thank you doctor... goodbye."

"Eh!"

The doctor thought this patient was very strange, but someone came in later, and he was too busy to care about Qiao's good night.

Qiao Wanan ran downstairs in a hurry, but bumped into a person at the corner, and he hurriedly said, "I'm sorry."

"Good night? Why are you here?"

Qiao Wanan looked up and saw Chen Suwen.

He subconsciously stuffed the prescription and test results into his bag, and then hid his hands under his sleeves, "Learn...Senior."