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Chapter 443 Who Will It Be?

After finishing the soup, he continued to review the company's documents. After a while, he suddenly felt something unusual. He frowned wonderingly. It was already autumn and winter, and the temperature during the day was not obvious, but at night, there was a slight chill , he reached out to unbutton the button and continued to look at the file.

Half asleep, half awake, Tong Xiaoman turned over and found that the side was empty. She opened her eyes and saw that the man was still busy reading documents, she couldn't help frowning: "Che, why haven't you rested yet?"

"Little savage...I..." Nalan Che looked up at her, and suddenly found something coming out of his nose. He was stunned for a moment, then stretched out his hand to wipe it, only to see a bright red patch on his hand.

Tong Xiaoman took a step forward in surprise, grabbed his hand, and was shocked: "You have a nosebleed, Nalanche, what did you eat?"

An embarrassing expression appeared on Nalanche's face, he pushed her hand away, came to the washbasin, and splashed cold water on his face vigorously.

what's the situation?
Only then did Tong Xiaoman discover the stew pot on the table, took a closer look, turned the ingredients with a spoon, and smelled it carefully.

Ma Dan, no wonder he has a nosebleed, who, who gave him this soup?

If she knew who deliberately treated them like this, she would have skinned him, torn his bones, eaten his flesh, and drank his blood.

Tong Xiaoman groaned all the way, found a pill from his medicine box, went back to the bathroom, stuffed it into his mouth when he came out, and said coldly, "Take it."

Nalanche swallowed the medicine she stuffed into his mouth without hesitation, even if she gave him intestinal poison, he would admit it.

Of course, how could Tong Xiaoman be willing to let him swallow the poison, what she gave him was the calming Qingxin pill.

He frowned and glanced at the stew pot on the table, Xiaolan said that the stew was ordered by Tong Xiaoman to prepare for him.

Impossible, how is his body, she knows best, but why rely on this nourishing soup?

Tong Xiaoman's eyes fixed on the stew pot, and asked lightly: "What's the matter with the soup in the stew pot?"

Nalanche was silent for a while, and then said slowly: "Xiaolan sent it, and said it was your order."

Tong Xiaoman's complexion changed, and he growled angrily: "Mo Dan, I asked her to cook Shiquan Dabu soup, which is mainly for blood, how did it become like this..."

"Honey, don't be angry, I think it's very likely that you got it mixed up, and it's all my fault, I drank it without seeing clearly." Nalan Che said guiltily.

Tong Xiaoman had a gloomy and pretty face, "This tonic soup must belong to my cousin." The more Tong Xiaoman thought about it, the more likely it was, and couldn't help cursing with contempt, "Cousin, get out, it must be impossible. gone."

"Impossible, Zhao Yi practiced martial arts since he was a child, no matter how absurd it is, he will not be reduced to relying on this kind of food for nourishment." Although Nalanche and Zhao Yi were not at odds, he spoke very objectively.

"If this stew doesn't belong to my cousin, who does it belong to?" Tong Xiaoman frowned, wishing to drag that man out immediately.

"Let's talk about this tomorrow. It's late at night, let's rest first." Nalanche was afraid that she would have psychological shadows, so he had to put down his hands abruptly, and said, "You go to bed first, and I will get rid of the stew pot." Said After finishing, he seemed to run away, picked up the stew pot, and left the bedroom quickly.

Tong Xiaoman was very tired at first, but he didn't expect this to happen in the middle of the night, but now he was in a panic, but tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

(End of this chapter)