After dinner, Yan Mengxian took Qiuqiu home.
In the car, Qiu Qiu couldn't wait to start fantasizing about his future life.
She rambled on, "Shanshan, after I quit my job and find a suitable store, you have to help me with the preparations for the new store."
I agreed without hesitation: "Okay, I support you in whatever you do."
Seeing Qiu Qiu's happy expression, I suddenly felt that maybe it was a good thing that she resigned from VC Media. It was rare to see her smile so happily when she was working in the company.
After graduation, she has been staying in the company writing code and doing programs for several years, which has suppressed a lot of her nature. Perhaps starting her own business will allow her to live a freer life.
The car stopped downstairs of Qiu Qiu's residence. Qiu Qiu said goodbye to me reluctantly: "I will come to see you after I quit my job. You can't break the appointment!"
"Yeah." I responded with a smile, watching her walk into the building, looking back every few steps.
It was not until the light in Qiu Qiu's room came on that Yan Meng turned around and sent me back to the Tang family.
On the way, Yan Meng was unexpectedly silent. I turned my head to look at him and saw that his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.
I couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. The air conditioner in the car was at the right temperature and I didn't feel hot, but Yan Meng didn't look too well.
I couldn't help but worry: "What's wrong with you? Why are you sweating so much?"
Yan Meng's hands tightly gripped the steering wheel, and he answered me in a hoarse voice: "It's okay."
Looking at his expression, he was obviously holding on, which made me feel something was wrong.
"parking!"
As I shouted, Yan Meng stepped on the brakes, his body rushed forward, and his face became even uglier.
At this moment, I noticed many small red spots on his neck. Yan Meng was lying on the steering wheel and his breathing became rapid.
I couldn't help but panic, and angrily asked, "What's going on? Why didn't you tell me you weren't feeling well?"
Seeing that I was angry, Yan Meng probably admitted hesitantly: "It's nothing serious, I'm just allergic to chili peppers."
Allergic to chili peppers? Damn!
I cursed myself in my heart and regretted not stopping Yan Meng while eating hot pot. I shouldn't have let him eat spicy food.
I pushed open the passenger door, walked around to the other side, opened the door, unbuckled Yan Meng's seat belt, and urged him, "You go over, I'll drive."
"What are you doing?" Yan Meng looked up at me weakly.
I suppressed my anger and said, "What else can I do? Of course I'll take you to the hospital! Do I really think I'll just abandon you on the side of the road?"
"I believe you are not that heartless."
Yan Meng was still joking with me at this time, but he obediently sat in the passenger seat.
I drove straight to the hospital and kept an eye on Yan Meng's condition.
Allergies are dangerous. If his breathing becomes more rapid, he must seek medical attention immediately.
Seeing that I kept staring at him, Yan Meng teased me: "If you keep staring at me like this, I will misunderstand you and think you are really worried about me."
My hands tightened around the steering wheel. I admit that I was indeed worried about him. After all, he had an allergic reaction because he ate hot pot with us. If something really happened, Qiu Qiu and I would both feel uneasy.
Instead, he joked nonchalantly, "Don't worry, I won't die anytime soon. Just focus on driving."
Hearing what he said, my anger only grew worse.
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