Is he crying?
Han Zhan touched his eyes and he actually felt a damp heat.
Han Zhan felt something was wrong, but he didn't show it.
He said, "Thinking of the story between General Nangongxian and Patriarch Mo, I feel really sorry for them."
Mo Suixin looked a little embarrassed, and he said dryly, "Mr. Han is quite sensitive." He's already an old man in his thirties or forties, and he still cries easily. It feels quite...subtle.
Han Zhan also felt embarrassed. "I have well-developed tear glands and cry easily."
Mo Suixin expressed his understanding and changed the subject, saying, "Since Mr. Han is injured and needs to recuperate for a while, why not stay in the valley for a while?"
This is what Han Zhan was waiting for. "Sorry to bother you then."
"Excuse me for disturbing you. It is an honor for our Mo Clan to host a distinguished guest like Mr. Han. I hope Mr. Han will not mind."
"How could that be?"
As the head of the Mo family, Mo Suixin doesn't have time to accompany Han Zhan all the time.
After leaving Shensi Building, Mo Suixin was called away, and Han Zhan returned to the dormitory building accompanied by Mo Suiyun. As soon as he walked downstairs, Han Zhan felt a little uncomfortable in his stomach.
This feeling...
Did I eat something bad at noon?
Han Zhan's legs were not working properly, but his stomach was uncomfortable, so he could only run to the toilet as fast as he could.
Mo Suiyun watched Han Zhan quickly return to his room and go straight to the bathroom.
He was stunned for a moment, then realized that Han Zhan was in a hurry to go to the bathroom. He touched his nose awkwardly and left.
Han Zhan had been squatting in the toilet for five minutes before he felt comfortable. He went back to the bed and lay down again, thinking he could get some sleep, but his stomach started to rumble again!
For the next two hours, Han Zhan kept running back and forth between the bed and the toilet.
In the evening, Song Ci went to the cafeteria to eat. When she returned to the dormitory building, she found Han Zhan lying on the bed. His face was weak, like a deflated ball.
Soft and pitiful, as if it had been ravaged.
Song Ci was shocked and thought Han Zhan was seriously ill. "Han Zhan, what's wrong with you?" She noticed that Han Zhan's lips were dry and hurried to take Han Zhan's pulse.
Song Ci didn’t know how to take pulses before, but after learning from the big guys of the Mo family for a period of time, Song Ci learned how to do it.
Judging from Han Zhan's pulse, it's obvious...
"You have diarrhea?" What did you eat to cause such severe diarrhea?
Han Zhan had already figured out the reason why he had diarrhea. It wasn't because he ate something bad, but because he was tricked by someone!
Han Zhan was extremely weak, his voice sounding particularly dry. He said, "Cibao, Song Fei bullied me." Han Zhan was like a child complaining. "Cibao, you need to talk to Song Fei properly. That woman is so vicious. I haven't stopped for more than two hours."
Song Ci didn't feel sorry for Han Zhan, but it was Han Zhan who provoked Song Fei first.
Han Zhan is a lowly person and deserves to be punished.
Song Ci comforted Han Zhan: "Aren't you fine now? You played a prank on Song Fei first. You are not in the right place in this matter. I can't get justice from her."
Han Zhan looked miserable. He said, "I'm not well. I just have an empty stomach..."
Han Zhan had always heard people mention the word "vicious" before, but now he truly understood how vicious "vicious" it was.
He stared at the ceiling with lifeless eyes, filled with regret. "I will never bully Song Fei again..."
Song Ci felt that Han Zhan was too pitiful, so she finally bit the bullet and went to find Song Fei.
Song Fei closed the door and no one knew what she was doing in the room.
Song Ci knocked on the door three times.
After a while, Song Fei finally came to open the door. She was wearing pajamas, with a pair of headphones hanging around her neck, and she was leaning against the door frame.
Looking at Song Ci outside the door expressionlessly, Song Fei sneered and taunted her, "Are you asking for an antidote for your man? Song Ci, good job! Your man bullied me first, and it would be fine if you didn't help me, but you still have the nerve to come and settle the score?"
My sister is an ungrateful person, so there is no need to raise her anymore. It is more interesting to raise a puppy. The puppy can also accompany me to eat and sleep.
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