Zhao Jiayuan kicked Chen Chong's calf from under the table, neither lightly nor heavily, and kicked Chen Chong's calf. "You didn't? You and Jiang Yingying didn't?"
Chen Chong's expression darkened slightly after being kicked by Zhao Jiayuan. "No."
"Tsk~" Zhao Jiayuan snorted, ignoring him. He turned his head and looked at Jiang Mingxi again. "So, this means your date with Song Lan failed, and you're using the excuse of your birthday to have dinner with us to relax? Are we, the backups?"
Jiang Mingxi burst out laughing, "If you want to understand it that way, there's nothing wrong with it!"
Zhao Jiayuan slammed the table and said, "Have three cups as punishment. I'll forgive you after you finish them."
Chen Chong was about to add, "Ignore him."
Jiang Mingxi was quite happy. He stood up, picked up a bottle of beer and drank it down.
…
Hospital.
Because Zhang Lin's breathing became very rapid, when getting out of the car, Song Lan had to carry him down and run all the way to the first floor lobby of the hospital.
The nurse in the lobby immediately arranged for a stretcher.
I went to the emergency room and had a blood test, and it turned out to be a food allergy.
After a lot of trouble, Zhang Lin was hospitalized and given an IV. Song Lan was worried about Jiang Mingxi. "Your agent will be here soon. I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."
Zhang Lin lay on the hospital bed with a pale face. The pain in his heart was even worse than when the needle pierced his vein during an IV. "Brother Song Lan, I'm a little scared."
As he spoke, Song Lan took out his cell phone and was about to call Jiang Mingxi while walking out.
Take out your cell phone.
See WeChat message.
Click in.
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