More abstract: Mr. Yan… is allergic.
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"Huh?" Su Jinxin probably didn't expect Yan Zhen to ask, and was stunned for a moment, then immediately shook his head, "No, not him."
Yan Zhen could see that he probably wasn't lying.
But if that's the case, why are you blushing
Yan Zhen's curiosity was about to be caught by the cat's claws.
But seeing Su Jinxin holding the schoolbag and hiding half of her face behind the bag, her blushing face only dared to peek at it, and if she continued to ask questions intuitively, it might embarrass him and make him speechless.
And soon, Yan Zhen couldn't continue to think about this little thing.
There were more serious and urgent emergencies that robbed him of his attention:
He is allergic.
President Yan, who thinks that he is smart, brave and omnipotent, is proficient in all eighteen martial arts, and can reach deep pools under the moonlight in nine days.
What Su Jinxin found after dinner:
Red, painless rashes scattered across the chest, back, and arms.
In this position, there is no need to find a doctor. Yan Zhen knows it by himself: most of it is because the clothes he wears in the afternoon contain unnatural ingredients. He had never worn such cheap clothes before, and it was not a big deal for his skin to adapt.
Su Jinxin panicked.
Frowning and squinting, his hands hung in the air next to his lesions, as if he was careful not to touch them: "What's wrong? Why is this happening? Is it itchy? Does it hurt? Will it be uncomfortable..."
Yan Zhen grabbed his hand and casually told him the reason - the original intention was not serious, there was no need to be surprised.
Unexpectedly, when Su Jinxin heard this, he became even more anxious: "This is not mine anymore. You said I have such a brain, why are you fooling you... Hey, no, I have to hurry up to find a doctor..." Saying that, he didn't care about his knees. If he was injured, he hurriedly wanted to stand up and find the housekeeper.
Yan Zhen grabbed him and pulled him into his arms: "Don't be busy."
"But… "
"Not obedient?" Yan Zhen raised his eyebrows.
"... Hmm." Su Jinxin didn't dare to talk nonsense immediately.
Yan Zhen sighed and rubbed his hair: "I didn't want to kill you, I didn't get angry. But you listen to me, okay?"
Su Jin rested her heart on his chest, and nodded obediently, avoiding his red rash.
"Look, if you go and tell Uncle Lin now," Uncle Lin is the villa housekeeper, "then everyone in this room will know, and then I must inform this house, my sister, my brother and even my own mother will come to see At a glance, everyone brings a doctor - that's really a big fight. Tonight, everyone in this house can stop sleeping. Uncle Lin is over fifty, and Ma Zhang and Ma in the kitchen are also old. After dinner time, even if I'm hungry, I don't bother them, and now it's okay to make them jump around for such a trivial matter?"
Yan Zhen said this on purpose.
He knew that Su Jinxin was most afraid of causing trouble.
Sure enough, when Su Jinxin heard this, she quickly shook her head: "Then don't..." But after being quiet for a moment, she couldn't help but say, "But you..."
"Let's secretly call the doctor, so we don't delay seeing the doctor, and we don't make much fanfare, okay?" Yan Zhen asked softly.
Su Jin nodded hurriedly.
Yan Zhen went on to say, "Then I need your cooperation."
Yan Zhen pretended that Su Jinxin went out in the afternoon to have his wound and called a familiar family doctor.
Go downstairs in person to lead someone, and enter the room to explain the real situation.
The doctor almost exploded in place. Yan Zhen took off his clothes and checked carefully, and confirmed the allergen. When Yan Zhen took out the dress, his eyes almost bulged: "Where did you find this kind of junk? Do you engage in performance art?"
—This doctor surnamed Zhou is the son of the director of the Yan Zhen family hospital. The family has been a health doctor of the Yan family for three generations. He is only two years older than Yan Zhen.
Since the doctor came in, Su Jinxin has been squatting in the corner without speaking, trying to reduce the sense of existence, only looking over with bright eyes, frowning slightly, and looking very worried, listening to the doctor say this now, His face turned white with a "swish", he bit his lip and lowered his eyes.
Yan Zhen saw it out of the corner of his eye, and quickly took the whole matter to himself: "I saw someone wearing it in the company, I thought it was quite interesting, so..."
"Master Yan," Dr. Zhou said with a broken face, "please don't ask me for this kind of thing in the future? I'm very busy with work and it's not easy to make a living - I really find it interesting, please add three zeros to the price to choose a similar style. , or take a photo and ask Master Qian to imitate one.” Master Qian is a tailor who makes uniforms for the Yan family. “This time, it’s not serious. I’ll give you some medicine. If you don’t see it after three days of rubbing it, please come to the hospital obediently. ."
Yan Zhen nodded when he said anything.
Put your arms around his shoulders and take him out.
As soon as the door of the room closed, Dr. Zhou asked, "It's not that you want to wear it yourself, right?"
Yan Zhen didn't answer, and smiled shyly.
Dr. Zhou frowned: "You, almost a little. Does your mother and sister know?"
"It's just a personal support, they don't care about me."
"I'm afraid you're more than just 'raising a person', right?" Dr. Zhou knew him well, and he had heard rumors between friends before, and he knew it when he saw this scene, "Is it better to make a decision with my family earlier? ?"
"That's what people are willing to do."
"Huh? Is there anyone you don't want to see, Young Master Yan?"
"Individuals have their own mate selection criteria. Who stipulated that rich people must follow you?"
"But you are handsome."
"... Someone has a boyfriend." Yan Zhen had to say. The voice was muffled.
"Damn it." Doctor Zhou gasped, "Then why...you..." Seeing Yan Zhen's drooping face, he couldn't go on and said, "I was afraid of trouble and insisted on cuckolding my boyfriend. Well. Haha. You can't live by doing your own sin, so let's do it for yourself."
"You talk too much," Yan Zhen frowned in annoyance, "Get out, get out."
The medicine was given by Su Jinxin.
The movements are light, careful and meticulous. Just didn't say a word the whole time. Yan Zhen asked, "Aren't you happy?"
"Huh? No," Su Jin said after a moment's stagnation, "I'm sorry..."
"I don't blame you," Yan Zhen rubbed his soft forehead, "I'm really curious and want to try it."
"Well." Su Jinxin finished giving him the medicine and asked in a low voice, "Is it better? Will it hurt? Will it itch?"
Yan Zhen teased him deliberately and said, "It's a little itchy."
Su Jinxin's face became tense.
Yan Zhen then said, "Just kiss it."