But Song Lan turned the phone camera around.
Bai Ge immediately greeted Jiang Mingxi with a smile, " Xiaoxi, I'm Bai Ge, your Teacher Song's manager."
Jiang Mingxi was delighted by the words "Teacher Song," and was overjoyed. Waving her shovel, she smiled at Bai Ge and said, "Hello, sister! Come eat with me later."
Bai Ge glanced at Song Lan and laughed, "Wouldn't I be a third wheel? I'm not going."
The camera pans to Zhang Lin, Zhang Lin waves to Jiang Mingxi, his voice hoarse and strained, his heart churning with unbearable pain, yet he forces a smile, "Hello~ I'm Zhang Lin. Sorry, I didn't know you and Brother Song Lan had plans today."
Jiang Mingxi looked at Zhang Lin, smiled faintly, and said nothing.
Song Lan turned the camera back and asked with a smile, "What delicious food have you prepared?"
Zhang Lin had never seen Song Lan speak to anyone in such a gentle tone.
It's like coaxing a child.
A pang of sadness welled up inside him. He had just greeted Jiang Mingxi Jiang Mingxi, but she hadn't responded. Wasn't Brother Song Lan going to say anything either?
Can't you sense his grievance?
So what does it matter if he goes to such lengths to delay for a little while?
Clenching his fingers, Zhang Lin bit his lip, sighed, and reached into his pocket.
I had a few peanuts in my pocket.
He is allergic to peanuts; after eating them, he experiences difficulty breathing and develops rashes.
After waiting for about twenty minutes, the traffic police arrived.
Song Lan hung up the video call with Jiang Mingxi and got out of the car with Bai Ge.
The accident was handled very quickly; the van was clearly driving in the wrong direction and accelerating without yielding, making it fully responsible.
After the traffic police finished dealing with the situation, Bai Ge and Song Lan got into the car. "That guy is outrageous. He was so obviously wrong, yet he was arrogantly cursing at us. But when the traffic police came, he bowed and scraped like a grandson. Isn't he crazy? We could have just let us go earlier, and he wouldn't have had to pay anything. Now, he has to pay us. Just the headlights alone are enough for him to pay for!"
Song Lan responded and immediately texted Jiang Mingxi after getting into the car: [I'm now...]
The word "departure" hasn't been typed out yet.
Bai Ge's shocked voice came from the front, " Zhang Lin, what's wrong?"
Song Lan looked up.
Zhang Lin Zhang Lin seen leaning back in his chair, breathing heavily. From his angle, you could see some small red bumps on his neck and cheeks.
Zhang Lin's assistant jumped in alarm, her face filled with panic. "Oh my god, Linlin, are you having an allergic reaction?"
He hurriedly searched his bag for medicine, but couldn't find it after a long time.
Zhang Lin leaned there, his face contorted in pain, seemingly unable to breathe, and unable to utter a single word.
Seeing this, Bai Ge could only immediately navigate to the nearest hospital. As she drove there, she told Zhang Lin's assistant, "Contact his agent quickly, I'll take you to the First People's Hospital of Yun City."
After saying that, he glanced at Song Lan in the rearview mirror, "You..."
Zhang Lin saved his grandfather's life.
Zhang Lin is in his car now, how could Song Lan just stand by and watch him have a relapse and go to the hospital while she goes on her date?
"Let's go to the hospital first."
Zhang Lin gripped the seatbelt tightly to his side. Upon hearing these words, he breathed a sigh of relief amidst his rapid breathing.
After Song Lan finished speaking, she sent a message to Jiang Mingxi: [ Zhang Lin might be having an allergic reaction. Bai Ge and I will take him to the hospital first.]
Jiang Mingxi saw the message half an hour later.
There were seven or eight dishes on the table.
Candlesticks were placed.
Red wine was served.
Roses were placed there.
Jiang Mingxi also cleverly displayed a photo he had hastily printed out, the one Zhao Ke had taken for him yesterday, showing him looking down and unbuttoning his shirt.
He originally intended to seduce her, using the photo to ask Song Lan, "Teacher Song, would you like to see me unbutton my shirt?"
Can--
He has now seen more than just Song Lan's WeChat.
I also saw it trending on Weibo.
#Song Lan Zhang Lin's Itinerary#
The entries were prominently displayed below those for Jiang Mingle and Su Hui.
Click on it.
[No wonder they're childhood sweethearts! Look what I found this morning! Have Song Lan and Zhang Lin officially started dating? They left the hotel together and went to the hospital together. What did they do last night? And they're going to the hospital so early this morning~~]
Several pictures were attached below.
The first picture shows Song Lan getting out of the car. The picture captures Song Lan and the open car door, with a bouquet of roses inside.
The second picture shows Song Lan carrying Zhang Lin out of the passenger seat of a hospital underground parking garage.
A surge of irritation and anger instantly welled up in Jiang Mingxi's eyes.
He even knew clearly that the bouquet of roses was what Song Lan was going to give him when she came to see him.
She also knew clearly that Zhang Lin went to the hospital because of an allergic reaction; Song Lan had sent him a message.
But seeing such a trending topic in front of him still ignited his anger.
Why are there so many annoying things happening?
He just wants to have a relationship.
Why did I have to get into a car accident, have a medical episode, and go to the hospital again?
If it were Zhao Jiayuan, Chen Chong, or any random nobody who got into Song Lan's car and this happened, Jiang Mingxi would immediately call Song Lan to ask how the other person was doing.
He won't get annoyed; he'll get anxious.
But this person is Zhang Lin.
It was Zhang Lin, whom Su Hui mentioned as having an extremely good relationship with Song Lan; it was Zhang Lin whom Su Hui blocked at the door from entering, claiming that he had spoken to Song Lan on the phone in the middle of the night.
Even though Song Lan had patiently explained yesterday, Jiang Mingxi was still unhappy at this moment.
Song Lan explained to him that Song Lan sent him WeChat and video-called him from inside the car...
He understands the principles, but people aren't machines; they can't simply input principles and then acquire the corresponding emotions.
This unpleasant feeling left Jiang Mingxi feeling frustrated and uncomfortable.
Jiang Mingxi has never been one to suppress her feelings.
Fuck it!
Frustrated, Jiang Mingxi ripped off her apron and grabbed her phone to call Zhao Jiayuan.
The phone rang only once before it was answered, and Zhao Jiayuan's cheeky voice immediately came through, "Hey? Why is Xiaoxixi calling me? Did you see the trending topic and got upset? Are you coming to cry to your Brother Jiayuan?"
Jiang Mingxi, who was seething with anger, burst out laughing at Zhao Jiayuan's few idiot words.
But once the call connected, he realized he had no idea where Zhao Jiayuan was.
However, since the call had already connected, Jiang Mingxi asked directly, "I'm in Yun City, are you there? If so, let's go out for dinner together."
Zhao Jiayuan laughed and said, "Isn't it a coincidence? I'm in Yun City, you poor thing. Your Brother Jiayuan has come to see you. What would you like to eat?"
"Let's have hot pot. When are you free?" Jiang Mingxi asked. "Can I invite my manager? It's my birthday today."
Jiang Mingxi originally thought she was just angry and had no other emotions.
But when he said, "It's my birthday today," his nose suddenly stung with tears.
I feel like crying.
Ugh~
"Birthday? It's your birthday, and your crush is trending in Yun City with someone else, hahaha, how pathetic you are!" Zhao Jiayuan laughed like an animal. After laughing, he said, "I'm free now. Call whoever you want, just don't call my sasaeng fans."
After hanging up the phone, Jiang Mingxi found a hot pot restaurant, booked a private room, and then sent the location to Zhao Jiayuan.
I sent another copy to Xu Tao.
After hesitating for a moment, I opened Zhao Ke's WeChat: [Are you free today, Teacher Zhao? It's my birthday today, and I've invited Zhao Jiayuan and some friends to have hot pot. Would you like to come over?]