Xie Lin’s hand trembled even more as he applied the dicine. His lips twitched slightly as he tried to suppress his laughter: "..."
Was this really the Han Jingnian he knew, or had his soul been swapped with soone else’s?
Zhang Te was also trying to hold back his laughter. His broken ribs ached from the effort, but the sweet yet sour feeling was so intoxicating that he wished he were dead: "..."
Oh god, won’t soone save this poor sick child!
And Jingnian, do you realize you’re shattering your image here?!
He really wanted to ask Jingnian how he managed to say such loserish things with such a straight face?
Kneeling over instant noodles without spilling any crumbs? What was that all about?
Xia Wan’an wasn’t just dumbfounded, she was utterly astonished by Han Jingnian’s words.
Han Jingnian looked deeply into Xia Wan’an’s eyes, and when she had no response, he spoke again: "Or maybe kneeling on remote controls without changing channels, kneeling on keyboards without typing, or if all else fails, buying lipstick for you... Regardless, it was my fault for knocking you out. I accept the penalty."
The patience of Xie Lin, unable to take it anymore, covered his mouth to muffle his laughter, then broke out into cough and laughter: "..." If he had recorded this, it would absolutely be a black mark on Jingnian’s history, the blackest mark of all.
Zhang Te’s ribs weren’t just hurting now, even the part of his face that had been punched was starting to ache: "..." Save him, please bring back the boss who was untainted by the mortal world, noble, cold, and out of this world!
Xia Wan’an blinked, blinked again, then slowly picked out the most important part of Han Jingnian’s words: "You... knocked... ... out?"
As those three words crossed her mind, she suddenly rembered that she had planned to go see Zhang Te with Han Jingnian last night, but as soon as she’d asked him about it, she’d lost consciousness... She’d been so concerned about their safety that she hadn’t thought about why... had Jingnian knocked her out?
Now it made sense why her neck had been so sore. Had he caused that?
Jesus, what a jerk. Saying nice things one mont and knocking her out the next, how was she ant to live like this?
Thinking this, Xia Wan’an gritted her teeth, her voice slightly more excited than before: "So, Han Jingnian, in the hospital, that sudden fainting spell I had... was because you knocked out..."
Xia Wan’an’s words were cut off by the flight attendant who had received instructions from the cockpit: "Mr. Han, we will be landing soon. We estimate it will take a half hour."
The mont soone entered, Xia Wan’an imdiately shut up and turned her head, giving Han Jingnian her back. Her puffed-up face was ablaze with fury, practically spelling out the words "Han Jingnian, you’re too much".
In a split-second, Han Jingnian wiped his image clean and returned to his usual aloof and haughty deanor. He calmly acknowledged the flight attendant’s words with a nod.
However, when the flight attendant left, she gave Xia Wan’an a few curious looks, having heard the angry noises that had co from her.
Having caught the flight attendant’s gaze, Xia Wan’an, who was initially planning to confront Jingnian on the spot, decided not to air her "dostic abuse" grievances in public. She composed herself and said: "We will discuss this when we get ho," before marching back to her bed, throwing a blanket over, and brooding.
The mont Xia Wan’an left, Zhang Te, being ever so curious, couldn’t help but ask: "Mr. Han, would you mind telling where you heard about durians, instant noodles, and not spilling crumbs?"
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