Wife Addiction, Don’t Run Away, Madam

Judges room.

The moment Lulu saw Li Wan's appearance, a heart fell from her throat and returned to its original place.

So thrilling and exciting.

The idol almost overturned.

Li Wan couldn't even catch his breath and stared at the entries in a hurry.

Fortunately, another judge didn't start scoring, she was not too late.

She would like to call herself today, the strongest card point king!

After smoothly scoring and commenting, Li Wan was able to catch his breath.

Lulu pointed to Li Wan's cell phone to remind her that the cell phone had been ringing non-stop just now.

Li Wan discovered that there were five missed calls in the phone.

There are also several missed voice calls.

There are also many WeChat messages.

It's all Yan Heming's.

Li Wan: "..."

The information bombing method used for the first time in many years is still the familiar formula and the original taste.

Before reading the news here, the familiar phone number popped out again.

Yan Heming's N+1 call came.

Li Wan twisted his eyebrows, what a good thing.

The next second, the woman's fingertips slipped, and the phone was connected.

"Li Wan, how are you doing?"

Before Li Wan could speak, Yan Heming's anxious and slightly worried voice came out.

"Where did he take you?"

"Did he—"

Li Wan pursed his lips and interrupted Yan Heming's greeting directly: "I'm fine, with a hard fist, I beat him away."

Yan Heming: "..." Oh.

"Then Li night, where are you, I will find you." The man's voice was full of swearing vigor.

Li Wan pressed his eyebrows, a little annoyed, the Svens acted as brown candy, and the lethality was not ordinary.

"I'm out. I have to deal with some personal matters. You can help me watch the game. That's it, hang up first."

After speaking, Li Wan hung up the phone neatly.

"feed me…!"

Yan Heming felt a trace of frustration in his heart when he listened to the beep from the mobile phone.

He leaned against the wall with a wry smile at the corner of his mouth, staring at the ceiling inexplicably.

A touch of sadness lingers around the man, and the melancholy between his eyebrows makes people unconsciously feel distressed.

Sure enough, the stalker couldn't get closer to Li Wan.

Maybe only...

Yan Heming thought of Huo Lingtian.

Perhaps only a little bit bad can enter Li Wan's heart.

Unfortunately, he can't learn it.

Never learn.

The more Yan Heming thought about it, the more frustrated he became.

A field clerk with a beer belly hurried over, panting and speaking:

"Designer Yan, why are you here? Many viewers in the live broadcast room are waiting for you."

Yan Heming raised his eyes and looked at the kind-looking man who was smiling in front of him.

The field office was sweaty, apparently looking for him for a long time.

"What do you need to tell me, I will try my best to satisfy, but you—"

"Is there a cigarette? Give me one."

For the first time in his life, he interrupted what others hadn't finished.

The scene was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly took out the cigarette case and lighter.

Yan Heming's eyes darkened, and without hesitation he took out a cigarette and bit it in his mouth.

The next second, he smiled apologetically, "Sorry, I interrupted you just now."

"Ah, it's okay." Scratching his head off the court, waving his hand carelessly.

"You go on."

Yan Heming pressed the lighter on with a "pop", and handed the lighter to his lips in an unfamiliar manner.

The field office always thought that a well-mannered scholar like Yan Heming would not smoke.

The turbid smoke will stain their clean book spirit.

He was taken aback, but didn't say much.

"You follow me back to the stadium first, and I will notify you in advance when the camera is shown to you. Is this okay?"

Yan Heming lowered his head slightly, his dark eyes staring at the flame.

After half a second, wisps of smoke slowly drifted out.

Yan Heming fiercely, exhausted all his strength, took a madly.

In the next second, a steady stream of violent coughing sounded from the man's mouth.

"Cough cough cough!"

So choking, so uncomfortable.

The man leaned against the wall, coughing desperately, clutching his chest.

The fingertips trembled, and he kept pushing the cigarette holder to his lips.

Obviously I can't breathe in, but I still want to try again stubbornly.

The man took another breath.

Breathing became more and more rapid.

The scene was shocked, this, this, this?

Is this wrong?

Yan Heming's gesture and reaction did not seem to be a smoker at all.

The field affairs hadn't figured it out yet, the next second he watched Yan Heming slide down the wall to the ground.

"Designer Yan?" Chang Wu exclaimed, and immediately squatted down to check.

Yan Heming's face turned red, and there was no response no matter how he shook.

The blue veins in the neck are scary.

The heart disease was almost guilty.

He immediately found a security guard and sent the people to the ambulance together.

The medical staff saw that this was a severe allergic reaction.

"The patient experienced chest tightness, suffocation and fainting.

There is a lack of medicine and equipment at the scene and must be sent to the hospital for emergency treatment. "

The nurse moved quickly, explaining to the field office who was about to cry while giving first aid.

"Is there life-threatening?" Chang Wu panted roughly, his voice trembling a little.

The nurse rolled over Yan Heming's eyelids, and spoke calmly but quickly:

"It's hard to say, but fortunately you delivered it in time."

In this case, the scene knows that he shouldn't ask too much, "That's it for you."

"By the way, we must keep the patient's privacy, and keep it confidential as much as possible."

"Okay." The nurse finished speaking, and simply closed the car window.

A few minutes later, Lulu exclaimed in the judges' room, and her cell phone was frightened.

"Li Li, designer Yan has entered the hospital?"

There was a hint of worry on Lulu's face, so a handsome guy who was fine just now, why did he go to the hospital in a blink of an eye?

Fearing that Li Wan didn't know who Yan Heming was, Lulu explained:

"Just the designer you gave high marks just now."

Li Wan twisted his eyebrows and tentatively said, "Yan Heming?"

"Yes, yes, it's him, the scene said he was unwell."

"Ask him, let him be more specific."

Li Wan was obviously a little anxious, and he was okay just now, what's the matter?

"The clerk said he was allergic." Lulu conveyed truthfully.

allergy?

In the next second, Li Wan found out Yan Heming's mobile phone number and dialed it out.

No one answered.

The woman twisted her eyebrows and struck again.

Still no one answered.

Li Wan frowned, "Is it serious?" His tone was full of worry.

"The field affairs are not serious and there is no life-threatening."

"Oh, all right."

Nothing is fine.

How can you be allergic to the good?

Accidentally inhaled the smell of smoke?

That's not going to stop answering the phone.

Forget it, it may be inconvenient.

Li Wan called Yan Heming again, but still no one answered, so he had to give up.

Lulu watched Li Wan's face changed several times, and curiously said, "Ah, idol, ... do you know Yan Heming?"

"Well, buddies."

"Wow!" Sure enough, the friend of the Great God is also the Great God.