He's clearly heartbroken

Chapter 175
After turning off the hot water, the temperature in the bathroom dropped little by little.

Even though the floor heating is turned on indoors, it is still easy to catch a cold while standing like this in the cold winter months.

And didn't Duan Duan just say that someone blocked her breathing.

As a result, Pei Zhan smiled imperceptibly, and stopped staying. After handing her the clothes in his hand, he turned and entered the bedroom.

It's already ten o'clock in the evening. In the past, he would probably be lying on the bed playing with his mobile phone, or hanging out with his roommates.

But tonight, Duan Duan felt a little bloated after taking a bath, no, to be precise, he felt a little uncomfortable after eating dinner.

At this time, the feeling of abdominal distension became more and more intense, and the whole stomach was hard, as if eating a big rock.

What's even more sad is that the hotel room only has one bedroom and one bathroom. The simple two points and one line almost made her walk out of a hole back and forth.

Seeing the girl yawning again and again, Pei Zhan closed the computer, got up and walked over, reached out and touched her head, "Why, there is still no relief?"

Duan Duan nodded, his face full of sleepiness.

I didn't eat much for dinner, how could I suddenly have indigestion when I'm alone?

At this point in time, pharmacies and clinics have closed, and even simple abdominal distension would not cause me to go to the hospital with great fanfare.

So, under her aggrieved Bala's gaze, she saw Pei Zhan walking to the window with his mobile phone and calling an unknown person.

Listening to the tone, the person on the other end of the phone should be a doctor or something, and the master asked the other party how to relieve the normal abdominal distension.

Because it wasn't on the hands-free, Duan Duan couldn't hear what was said in detail, anyway, as she was talking, she saw the gentle gaze of the Great God cast towards her.

He kept looking at her, answering the question of the person on the phone.

"Girl, the bloating lasts for two hours, and I don't eat much for dinner, it's all easy to digest food."

After saying this sentence, the air fell into silence. After more than ten seconds, I don't know what the other party said. Pei Zhan's originally calm face inexplicably flashed a trace of helplessness that seemed to be a smile, "What are you talking about in Liao Zhai at night, answer me seriously .”

Duanduan's ears pricked up at the faint words of the Great God.

Ok?
Has something to do with Liaozhai?
There was a precedent of digestive system disorders before, and Duan Duan couldn't help but sound the alarm. When she recalled the strings of Bo Bo chicken she ate without the master's back during dinner, she wanted to slap herself a few times.

Huh, what should I do, I dare not tell someone.

It's really self-inflicted!

A few minutes later, Pei Zhan hung up the phone and walked towards the girl, "Duanduan, take off your shoes and go to bed, I'll give you a hot compress and massage."

A gentle voice above her head interrupted Duan Duan's innuendo, and when she raised her head, she saw that figure had walked straight into the bathroom.

Feeling ashamed in her heart, she almost didn't think about it, and quickly obediently followed suit.

Hot compresses and massages on the abdomen can moderately speed up intestinal peristalsis and digestion. This is a late-night physical therapy method.

Lying flat on the big soft bed, the quilt that touches the nose has the unique fragrance of the hotel, the big hand gently massages clockwise around her navel, round and round, squinting comfortably, but Eyelids drooped for a moment.

The girl was sleepy, and her psychological defense was also weakened.

In a daze, she heard someone ask: "Duanduan, what did you have for dinner?"

I didn't eat anything for dinner.

She muttered, "A piece of sushi, a bowl of porridge with green vegetables, and a few skewers...delicious."

The big hand on the abdomen seemed to pause for a few seconds.

Then I heard the person ask again: "It's delicious, how many skewers did you eat?"

How many strings...how many strings?

Duan Duan frowned slightly, San Chuan?Five skewers?Ten skewers?

"I can't remember, anyway, after Brother A Zhan came back from outside, I didn't eat."

someone: "..."

Afterwards, that big hand patted the girl's buttocks gently, accompanied by a soft sigh.

Hey, it's hard to guard against.


(End of this chapter)