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Chapter 85 Large-scale social death scene
Song Anhao trembled all over, woke up suddenly, and distracted his attention: "Uncle, didn't you say to give me eye drops? Hurry up, I'm waiting!"

Shen Xiuran paused and looked at her with complicated eyes.

Song Anhao pretended not to see his distress, smiled sweetly, and pretended to be relaxed: "What? Don't you wash my eyes?"

Shen Xiuran stared at her deeply for a while, seeing her sweet smile and innocent appearance of ignorance of the world, he couldn't bear to continue and stood up.

Song Anhao also stood up and gently pulled his sleeve: "Uncle..."

Shen Xiuran got up suddenly, and went into the bathroom without looking back.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of rushing water came out.

Song Anhao frowned puzzled.

When she came in just now, didn't Shen Xiuran just take a shower?

Why did you go in to take a shower again?

Song Anhao walked over with concern, and put his ear on the door, fearing that something might happen, he listened carefully to the movement inside

Song Anhao thought he had a stomach problem again, so he slammed on the glass door and asked anxiously, "Uncle, what's wrong with you? Did you have a stomach problem again? Do you want me to call Jian Siling?"

no response inside
Song An was in a hurry: "Uncle..."

Still no response.

Song Anhao ran downstairs in a hurry, asked the housekeeper for a spare key, opened the door and rushed in without saying a word.

When she saw the scene inside, Song Anhao was stunned, her face was like a boiled shrimp, red all the way to her ears, Shen Xiuran's aloof and abstinent image in her mind suddenly collapsed.

Shen Xiuran maintained the posture that Song Anhao had when he rushed in, his tall body was standing naked under the shower, his handsome face and body were flushed with strange blush.

The sharp eyes were dyed with deep love, just quietly looking at Song Anhao who was at a loss.

That look made Song An feel ashamed.

I wish I could dig a hole in the ground and never come out.

She was ashamed to see Shen Xiuran.

"Uncle, I'm sorry, I thought..." Song An wished to bite off his tongue, and ashamed to continue speaking, turned around and ran away.

After returning to the room, the heat on Song Anhao's face still persisted. She ran into the bathroom and slapped her face with cold water desperately.

However, the scene just now still lingers in my mind.

Thinking of the moment when she rushed in just now, she wished she could slap herself twice.

It is simply the scene of a large-scale social death.

How can she be so stupid.

He couldn't even hear this kind of voice, so he thought he was sick.

It's all because of her lack of experience.

If we get in touch more in normal times, we won't be embarrassed today.

But, who did she contact!
what……

Song Anhao held his head and wanted to scream, but he was afraid that Shen Xiuran would hear him, so he could only open his mouth and scream hoarsely.

In order to ease the embarrassment, she ran to the car, took out the artist's profile, and tried to distract herself with work.

Unfortunately, things backfired. The image of Shen Xiuran standing under the shower seemed to have taken root in her mind, and she couldn't get rid of it no matter what.

I can't go to Shen Xiuran's room tonight, it's too embarrassing.

Song Anhao simply turned off the lights and went to sleep.

But still unable to fall asleep, he could only stare blankly at the ceiling in a daze, and involuntarily began to think about every bit about Shen Xiuran in his mind.

the other side.

Shen Xiuran came out of the bathroom with moisture.

His sharp eyes quickly turned around the room, then sat down on the bed in disappointment, while wiping his wet hair with a dry towel, he glanced at the door from time to time.

Unfortunately, there was no movement at all.

After returning disappointed again and again, he simply stood up, came to the door of Song Anhao's room, and knocked on the door.

(End of this chapter)