Yan Shao's Fatal Affection

She was funny, what kind of revenge is this?
"I went to the hospital because I didn't feel well, so why did I take revenge on you? Even if I die, Mr. Yan may not feel distressed."

The man's face suddenly became ugly, "Can you talk properly?"

Then he stared at her with a cold face, "You are Mrs. Yan, and you are the one who wants to marry with a stern face. As long as I live for a day, you will stay with me for a day!"

She frowned softly, "What a great gift."

It sounds like she is going to be a banquet wife for the rest of her life.

Yan Xiyu ignored her sarcasm, and said coldly, "What's the matter?"

Guan Qianyu wasn't being hypocritical, nor was she trying to make him anxious, but she didn't think it was necessary.

But he kept asking, so he had to raise his hand and shook it, "I said it's nothing, it's just a little itchy, so I went to have a look."

As a result, when Yan Xiyu saw her hand, his expression became even uglier.

He grabbed her hand and looked at the back of his hand, his thick eyebrows furrowed directly.

I saw a bright red patch on the back of her hand, and there were thin spots of blood in some places, which seemed to be broken if touched.

The other hand was more serious. There was a layer of red rash under the skin, and it looked like a piece of skin would fall off when scratched.

"How did you do it?" His voice became heavier.

Then it suddenly occurred to her that she never took off her gloves when he came over in the evening until he left.

That glove seems to be the one she wore when she put on makeup for Qiao Ai?
"When did it start?" Yan Xiyu's voice became gloomy, and he stared at her with low eyes.

"When you put makeup on her? When you cook too?"

Because she didn't speak, and even acted indifferent, Yan Xiyu somehow got a lump in his chest, upset and inexplicably sullen.

"Are you stupid or dumb?" He pinched her face angrily, and raised her ascetic posture, "Why don't you say you're sad?"

Guan Qianyu looked at his gloomy face, and couldn't help but sarcastically said, "So what? I'm not Qiao Ai."

At the end, she pursed her lips and said lightly, "I thought it was just too much hand sanitizer, and you know how many times she asked me to wash it."

That's exactly what she thought.

Qiao Ai asked her to wash her hands again and again, and she did so honestly every time.

The last time I simply wore gloves, I didn't expect it to get worse.

After hearing her finish, Yan Xiyu stopped talking for a while, because he was also responsible for that.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Guan Qianyu didn't intend to stand still, so she turned sideways and finally walked past him.

As a result, he held his arm in the next second.

Just when she thought he was going to be endless again, unexpectedly, he hugged her from behind.

He didn't apologize because he was responsible, just hugged him like that, and asked in a low voice: "What did the doctor say?"

His closeness made Guan Qianyu uncomfortable, but she didn't struggle, she just said: "I don't know, I will check for allergens, and if the results come out, let me get them."

Allergies again?

Qiao Ai's allergies on her face were cured by herself, but she had to go to the hospital instead.

This made Yan Xiyu frowned.

The cosmetics are obviously fine, because Qiao Ai looks good after putting on makeup, so why is she like this?

"I'll send someone to investigate." He finally said abruptly.

Guan Qianyu didn't care, "I want to sleep."

"Take a bite of cake?" The man put his chin on her shoulder, with a questioning tone, "Didn't the doctor say you can't eat cakes?"

The doctor did not say anything, and only gave an ointment to apply first.

She compromised in order to go to bed earlier.

After eating the cake, Yan Xiyu touched his jacket pocket, but frowned.

He took out the necklace earlier, but didn't touch it now.

Guan Qianyu had already stood up, "I'm really sleepy."

This time, Yan Xiyu didn't bother her any more, and gave a low "Yeah", "Go to sleep, I have nothing to do tomorrow and sleep late."

After leaving her room, he called Qingyang, "See if there is a necklace in the car."

Yan Xiyu went downstairs and searched again, but still couldn't find it.

……

Two days later, Guan Qianyu received a call from the hospital.

Taking advantage of the lunch break, she went to the hospital from the hotel department and got a test sheet, "Can you see allergens on this?"

She couldn't understand, so she had to ask the doctor.

The doctor looked up at her. Her face was so easy to remember. He said regretfully without reading the case: "I can't find it out. Do you usually have allergies?"

Guan Qianyu shook her head, "No."

"Then what medicine did you take recently?" the doctor asked again.

She thought about it for a while, she never took medicine indiscriminately when she was not sick, if she was taking medicine, it was the medicine Bai Linlang gave her.

It was a medicine to relieve her eye condition, and it was developed under Chi Yu's name.

After thinking about it, he shook his head, "No."

The doctor frowned, "That's not clear, I can only avoid touching the possible allergens that I touched that day."

She nodded, thanked the doctor and left the hospital.

In fact, the rash on her hands has healed. She can just use the hand sanitizer in the future, and it doesn't matter.

After leaving the hospital, she wanted to eat something nearby before going back.

"Guan Qianyu?" A voice came from behind.

She frowned, turned around and saw Qiao Ai.

The other party had already walked over, as if he had just come out of the hospital, "What a coincidence? Are you sick?"

Guan Qianyu smiled lightly, "Small problem."

"Really?" Qiao Ai stared at her suspiciously.

That look made Guan Qianyu baffled, she also eats whole grains, so why is it strange that she came to the hospital?
When Qiao Ai has outsiders, she has to pretend to be with her, but in private, she is completely true to her, staring straight at her,
"Why did you come to the hospital? I come and you come too?"

Only then did Guan Qianyu find it funny, "Miss Qiao doesn't think I'm following you?"

"Not to mention that I'm busy at work, but do you have any shameful things that deserve to be followed?"