The little ancestor has a soft waist and a wild heart, Master Bo has fallen!

Chapter 1271 The window is sealed

Nan Jiaojiao didn't care what they were doing outside, and immediately found the switch to turn on the light.

This should be a cloakroom for guests.

The host who organizes the banquet will consider the situation that the guests will soil the dresses, and prepare a room on each floor in advance. The clothes inside are all luxury brands, and almost all of them have already been bought. If there is any lady who just needs , the main family gave favors and gave clothes to the other party as a gift. Firstly, it solved the troubles for the lady, and secondly, it also pleased the man or family behind her.

Nan Jiaojiao has been to many banquets with Lu Zhenzhen, so she probably knows these things.

As soon as I walked in, I smelled a scent of roses.

Just when he felt good, Song Yuan suddenly fell down while holding on to the wall. His face was paler than before, and he was breathing out more than he was breathing in.

"What's wrong with you?" Nan Jiaojiao squatted down, not touching her.

Song Yuan leaned his back against the wall, his lips trembling uncontrollably, "I, I'm allergic to the fragrance of flowers."

Nan Jiaojiao frowned, and immediately got up, took out the flowers in the vases in each corner, folded her arms, walked to the innermost wardrobe, opened the door and stuffed them in.

She went to wash her hands on purpose, took out a glass of water, and extinguished all the incense dyed in the incense burner.

After doing this, Nan Jiaojiao planned to open the window for ventilation, but when she pushed the first window, she didn't push it. She was confused for a moment, and no matter how hard she tried, there was no movement. Then she walked to the second window and didn't push it either.

"What's wrong?" Song Yuan asked angrily.

"The windows are sealed."

"what……"

Nan Jiaojiao turned her head and glanced at her. She searched for it. There was a water dispenser and a fruit plate in the room. She poured a glass of warm water and brought it along with the fruit plate.

He hesitated in front of Song Yuan.

She couldn't put all her food on the floor.

Nan Jiaojiao took all the things back to the coffee table, and went back to help Song Yuan, "Your symptoms don't seem like simple allergies."

Song Yuan pursed his lips and didn't say much.

She only took a sip of water, half of which was choked out, and she couldn't drink any more.Nan Jiaojiao calmly caught Song Yuan's pulse.

She deliberately pretended to bump into it casually, and turned her head to the other side, when she suddenly heard the person behind her ask, "Can you take a pulse?"

"will not."

Nan Jiaojiao denied it, "I see that your face is pale, touch the temperature of your hand, do you have any medicine on you?"

Song Yuan shook his head with difficulty, "The medicine is all in the bag..."

Before she could finish her sentence, she began to pant again, her face was clearly sickly pale.

At this time, the door was suddenly opened, several fire extinguishers were sprayed into the door, and then the fire extinguishers were thrown in.

The door slammed shut.

Men's playful laughter came from outside.

"Cough cough cough..."

Song Yuan felt even more uncomfortable.

Nan Jiaojiao was particularly disgusted by the behavior of those people. She originally planned to give Song Yuan an injection, but now the room was filled with white smoke, and she couldn't see clearly. If she stayed any longer, her asthma would worsen.

As Nan Jiaojiao walked toward the door, she took out a needle from her hair and inserted it into the lock.

The silver needle was halfway in when it hit an obstacle. She took it out and looked at it. Her vision was unclear and she rubbed the needle away with her fingers.

It's wax.

Those bastards actually blocked the keyhole with wax!
Even if it hasn't been finalized yet, prying the door like this won't be of much use. Besides, the door locks of star-rated hotels are specially customized and not easy to pry.

Nan Jiaojiao inserted the silver needle back into her hair, looked around, picked up a stool and smashed the window.

This is the twelfth floor.

(End of this chapter)