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Chapter 502 Seasickness
Song Anhao only knew that Shen Xiuran was suffering, and he didn't know why he was suffering, so he helped him to lie down on the bed, and asked the boss for a hand warmer, which he put on his stomach, chest, and lower abdomen.

Although I don't know if it will work or not.

But a little sticking is better than nothing.

Maybe Shen Xiuran was blown by the wind on the cruise ship just now, and his stomach got cold.

Blame her.

If she had known, she would not have dragged Shen Xiuran to the deck to see the scenery.

Satisfied her desire, but made him suffer.

Seeing her worried face, Shen Xiuran took her hand and said softly: "I'm fine, just take a rest! Don't run around, stay with me."

"Well!" Song An said a little better: "You have a good rest, I'm not going anywhere, I'll just be by your side."

After hearing her assurance, Shen Xiuran closed his eyes in peace.

Song Anhao sat on the side, took out his mobile phone, turned it on, afraid of disturbing Shen Xiuran, he immediately turned the mobile phone to silent.

As soon as it was turned on, countless caller IDs popped up.

Shen Yaoyang called.

Su Yao called.

There was also a call from Jian Siling.

There were also several missed calls on Xiao Ling's cell phone.

Song Wenxi hit two.

There was an interval of two hours.

Then there are some work calls.

After taking a photo and posting it on Moments and Weibo, she immediately turned off the phone again for fear of being disturbed.

Unexpectedly, in just a few hours, so many calls came in.

She sneaked a look at Shen Xiuran, and seeing that his eyelashes were still shaking slightly, she knew that he was not asleep yet, but was just closing his eyes to rest his mind.

Song Anhao had no choice but to open the mailbox and deal with work emails.

After dealing with work matters, I went to Moments and Weibo to take a look.

There are not many WeChat Moments opened by Song Anhao.

The first change that catches the eye is the sour words of the Fourth Young Master of the Imperial Capital.

Especially Jian Sling.

Sour to the point of bubbling.

[I'm really not human, leave me here alone to face the old man of the Shen family, and you all run out to be chic, I don't do it, I want to strike. 】

Lu Youting: [Did you go on a trip? 】

Ye Junchen: [Damn, you guys are not righteous, you ran out to play on your own, and you didn't bring me with you, you have the opposite sex and no humanity, hum...]

Song Anhao was amused by them.

Suddenly, Jian Siling sent a wechat message.

"Boss is seasick, you must observe him carefully, if he feels any discomfort, ask him to take seasickness medicine immediately."

seasick?

Song Anhao was taken aback.

No wonder Shen Xiuran's face was so ugly.

It turned out that he was seasick.

Why didn't he say it when she was planning the trip last night?

If she had known that he was seasick, she would not have come to catch the sea, and went to play something else.

When she looked at Shen Xiuran again, his eyelashes were no longer trembling, and he must have fallen asleep.

Song Anhao immediately tiptoed to Shen Xiuran's suitcase, opened the suitcase, and as expected, there was a box of seasickness medicine inside.

Already missing two.

It should be secretly eaten behind her back when boarding the boat.

But the effect is not obvious.

Song Anhao walked to the balcony, closed the floor-to-ceiling windows, and called Jian Siling.

The phone rang for a long time before answering.

Jian Sling's sinister voice came from the other end of the phone: "Yo, you have time to call me, what's the matter? You still think of me when you go out with the boss?"

Song Anhao asked straight to the point: "Shen Xiuran gets seasick?"

"Heh..." Jian Sling said coldly: "Let me just say it, if you don't come to me for anything, you will never think of me. To you, I'm just a rag that you throw away when you're done. Use it once, and throw it aside if you don’t remember it.”

The voice was full of infinite sorrow.

Like a resentful woman who has suffered countless grievances.

(End of this chapter)