Slide 740
Ning Shu entered the dormitory lightly, without turning on the lights, and went straight into the bathroom to wash all over and wash the dirty clothes.
"Chen Jianan, I said if you are sick, you can't stop and stop if you play on the computer or wash your clothes at night." Fang Menghan exclaimed angrily, "Also let you not sleep?"
Ning Shu ignored Fang Menghan, dried his clothes on the balcony, and then started blowing his hair with a hairdryer.
"Chen Jianan, did you deliberately?" Fang Menghan opened the curtain and shouted at Ning Shu with an ugly expression.
"I can't sleep with my hair wet." Ning Shu half-dried her hair and sat cross-legged on the bed and began to practice.
I actually fell asleep while practicing.
A pair of robbed Yang Yuhui slept in the alley all night.
When the sun was high when he woke up in the morning, Yang Yuhui suddenly felt uncomfortable all over.
First of all, his lips didn't close together a bit, the saliva flowed out directly, and his neck was sticky. It was obviously that the saliva from last night got on his clothes.
Yang Yuhui felt itchy on his face, as if there were ants crawling on it, itchy, as if crawling on the heart.
Yang Yuhui couldn't help scratching his face with his hand, but he felt pain in his wrist when he raised his hand.
Yang Yuhui touched his face with his hand, touched the saliva of one hand, and the corners of his mouth were a little crooked.
Yang Yuhui felt his hand sore badly, and couldn't help but shake it, which hurt even more.
Yang Yuhui looked at his wrist, his wrist was red, and it was very swollen, even his ten fingers were swollen like carrots.
The skin was hot, and the muscles and veins in the palms of the hands and fingers were beating suddenly.
What did that dark shadow do to him last night
Yang Yuhui quickly stood up and prepared to go to the hospital. Seeing some confetti on the floor, Yang Yuhui quickly took out his wallet. The check in it was gone.
One million cheques, this is because he sold several scripts and several songs to pack last night. The total amount is only such a small amount. As a result, it became fragmented without a night.
Yang Yuhui was so angry that his face was distorted, the corners of his mouth became even more slanted, and the drool began to flow out.
"Fuck... jerk... jerk." Yang Yuhui said wholeheartedly, his mouth seemed to be wrapped in something, and his speech was not smooth at all.
Yang Yuhui felt a bad feeling in his heart, and there was a wave of fear in his heart.
Yang Yuhui hired a taxi and went to the hospital.
After going to the hospital for a checkup, Yang Yuhui cared about his face most. When he looked in the mirror, he was shocked. His mouth got crooked for some reason.
"Doctor, doctor, what am I..." Yang Yuhui closed his mouth and swallowed a mouthful of saliva. When speaking, he felt that his mouth was full of saliva, and he could not speak at all, and the saliva flowed down the corners of his mouth.
"What the hell... What disease." After Yang Yuhui asked these words, it felt so difficult, and it was a waste of the boss's energy.
"Itchy, itchy face..." Yang Yuhui's eyes were red.
"It's possible that the disease at the end of the nervous system suddenly became like this?" the doctor asked.
Yang Yuhui wiped the involuntary saliva from the corner of his mouth, but his hands hurt so much and his wrists were tied with gauze.
Both hands were swollen so that the skin was transparent and shiny.
"Take these medicines first, and do more massages to soothe the muscles on your face." The doctor said, "Apply anti-inflammatory drugs and medicinal wine on your hands."
Yang Yuhui's body was hot and cold, and his inflamed hands made him feel particularly uncomfortable.
Yang Yuhui went to see a Chinese medicine doctor again. The Chinese medicine doctor said that Yang Yuhui might be exposed to wind in this situation and drank alcohol and slept outside all night.
Although it is summer, but the dew is heavy at night and the wind enters the body, this is possible.
It's actually a half stroke.
The doctor of Chinese medicine prescribed a lot of Chinese medicine again, and asked Yang Yuhui to go back and take care of it.
Yang Yuhui was so angry that he wanted to make his face normal. Not only did he not feel drooling, but he also crooked his mouth.
Although the crookedness is not serious, it seriously affects his image. He will have a foothold in the entertainment circle in the future. Even if he is not so handsome, he must be normal.
When he wanted to talk, he would knot his tongue and put a mouthful of water in his mouth. It was very difficult to speak. When he opened his mouth, the saliva flowed out.
How does he negotiate business with people like this
Yang Yuhui was so anxious that his face couldn't help but twitch twice. Yang Yuhui spit out the saliva in his mouth, "Is there... any quick, quick way?"
Yang Yuhui felt that his face was crawling with ants and insects. It was terribly itchy, and it wasn't really itchy. Even scratching could not relieve the itching.
This kind of itch is heart itch, too uncomfortable.
"This disease comes quickly, but it is not easy to cure it," said the doctor of Chinese medicine.
Yang Yuhui felt that his heart was tormenting in the frying pan. How many opportunities would this miss, let alone a rebirth.
My hands are swollen, I can't write a manuscript, my mouth is crooked, and I can't speak clearly.
How does he write the manuscript
Yang Yuhui felt an unprecedented despair, which made Yang Yuhui panic.
After finally being born again, before doing anything, he got this strange disease.
What's the meaning of his rebirth? God just wants to play with him for a lifetime.
The last life was down, even if I had a search system in this life, it was still plagued by disasters.
God thief!
Yang Yuhui tremblingly met the house in the community, and Yang Yuhui was trembling violently, hot and cold.
Yang Yuhui lay and put it on, wrapping his body in a quilt.
The corners of his mouth were slightly tilted, and his facial features looked strange.
Yang Yuhui felt that his hands were dyingly uncomfortable, and his hands were so hot as if they were about to be cooked, and they were swollen so uncomfortably that they couldn't even bend their fingers.
Yang Yuhui picked up the phone with difficulty and called Fang Menghan.
Now Yang Yuhui couldn't even say clearly, with saliva at the corner of his mouth, he said with difficulty: "You... come here."
Fang Menghan on the other end of the phone couldn't hear Yang Yuhui's indistinct voice at all, and looked at the caller ID again.
It's really brother. Could it be that the brother pressed the wrong button and shouted: "Brother, are you there?"
Yang Yuhui heard Fang Menghan's words, leaned on the bed and spit out the saliva in his mouth, and roared loudly: "I'll let you come over."
Unexpectedly, full of breath, and the words are round!
Fang Menghan bit his lip, cleaned up, carried the bag, and went to Yang Yuhui's house.
Ning Shu leaned on the computer chair and saw Fang Menghan still looking for Yang Yuhui. He couldn't help but suspect that he had missed it last night.
Could it be that it was too dark and her acupuncture points hadn't been pierced correctly, how did you feel that Yang Yuhui was nothing
If it fails this time, Yang Yuhui will definitely be prepared, and there will never be a chance to start again.
Pity.
(End of this chapter)