After wearing a double omega, I am a scumbag [Transmigration Book]

"Smart Bean!" An Fengqing shouted.

The little monkey lying on the wall pressed his hands hard, all the special effects on the remote control were activated, light blue lights suddenly filled the room, and schools of tropical fish swayed past the corals on the ceiling.

Smart Bean screamed, jumped from the sofa to the dining table, and was about to collapse on the refrigerator when Cui Jue pinched the back of his neck.

After An Fengqing took it, he gave it a brainbreaker to relieve his hatred, and asked viciously, "Where did you hide secretly?"

Before the monkey could answer, Cui Jue pointed to the rum cardboard box in the corner of the restaurant and easily solved the case——

There was a hole in the box, and bits of bitten paper were scattered on the floor.

The smart bean's whereabouts were transmitted back to the manor. After being trained by the queen Chu Xi, it jumped to the dining table the moment the holographic call was hung up, and ate the dragon fruit while kicking its feet.

An Fengqing took the task of bringing Smarty Bean back to the Combe Manor safely, and just finished drinking a glass of champagne when the doorbell rang again.

Herman stood outside the door with a dignified expression. Because he was concerned about the prince in the other room, he lowered his voice: "Mr. An, the situation is urgent. Someone in the back is vomiting blood. Can you go and see?"

vomiting blood?so serious?

An Fengqing and Cui Jue looked at each other, hugged smart beans and walked towards the row of small red houses behind.

There was a strong smell of alcohol in the air, and the faces of more than a dozen people in the room were flushed. There were many wine bottles lying on the bar in front of the restaurant, and there were several easels erected in the corner.

Surrounded by the crowd in the middle of the floor, the one with a pale face and bright red blood on the corner of his mouth was You Chen.

"Drink?" An Fengqing bent down and smelled it, and said in a cold tone when he got up, "I can't cure this disease, you call the doctor."

Cui Jue who came in in a wheelchair stopped beside An Fengqing, without even looking at You Chen.

"Mr. An," Herman rushed out suddenly, blocking the way with his entire chest, "The doctor in my manor is on the way, so you can help with the emergency treatment, okay?"

"An is always the only one here who understands medicine?"

"Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda!"

"If it doesn't work out, it will really kill someone. I'm afraid Mr. You won't be able to handle it."

The artists surrounding You Chen agreed one after another.

"Human life?" An Fengqing smiled lightly, "That's not the case, he knows his body very well, and he knows how much blood he vomits."

You Chen's face turned pale, he suddenly coughed a few times, and then stained a few tissues handed by others red.

"I do not……"

A man slammed his wine glass, and the ear-piercing sound of glass shattering resounded in the room: "It's fine if you don't help him when he vomits blood. What are you talking about?"

The atmosphere in the room froze instantly.

You Chen waved his hands weakly, as if he wanted to say something, but was blocked by a violent cough.

The corner of An Fengqing's lips twitched sarcastically, and suddenly his wrist was pulled tightly.

Cui Jue's voice sounded: "He has no obligation to help. Besides, people like this kind of people who know that drinking will cause stomach pains, but drink desperately, probably don't want others to meddle in their business, right?"

An Fengqing turned his head in surprise, and what he saw was Cui Jue's indifferent and tough profile.

"Really, Mr. You?"

Herman stared at An Fengqing's face for a long time, and when he heard Cui Jue's voice, he shook his head as if suddenly returning to his senses, frowned and said, "You really have been mentally twisted for decades, Did You Chen drink too much and force himself on purpose?"

When the word "psychological distortion" was mentioned, An Fengqing felt the palm on his wrist tighten, but Cui Jue's tone was still calm: "He knows whether to feed or not."

"I didn't..." You Chen's voice was weak, and there were tears in his eyes.

I don't know if it's because of grievance, or because of other emotions.

An Fengqing didn't want to make a move at first, and he felt that it was a waste of his life to spend another second on this kind of scheming white lotus.

But now, he has changed his mind.

An Fengqing squatted down, put his finger on You Chen's wrist for a moment, and said: "The spleen and stomach are extremely weak, and the pulse shows that he is taking medicine every day. People with stomach problems should avoid irritating food and drinks. Children know this kind of common sense Right? Are you still drinking?"

You Chen didn't know if An Fengqing could really see his stomach trouble by touching his wrist, or if he was just pretending to be a show, but he was flustered.

He purposely drank several glasses of strong wine to himself. He wanted to pretend to be pitiful in front of Cui Jue when his stomach hurt, but he didn't expect that he would vomit blood, and he didn't expect that Cui Jue would be the first to expose him.

Cui Jue has never said anything about him like this, does he really have no feelings for him at all?

The author has something to say: It's so hard to break and recover...T. T

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