Chapter 162: Do you still call someone when I go to the toilet?
"Hey, why do you always answer my calls? This is personal privacy!" She yelled at him dissatisfied. She was so angry that she was so confused that she forgot her cell phone just now.
"It's too noisy there, do you want me to just hang up?" Meng Beichen had a sullen face, although he didn't want to admit that his deliberate embarrassment just now was all because of this phone call.
But now that he saw her caring expression, he was very unhappy.
Han Yixing frowned, looked at him for a long time, and finally said nothing. He sat back in his chair and sent a text message to Gretchen.
Her sudden silence made Meng Beichen even more unhappy, "Han Yixing, who am I hurt for?" [
She was surprised, was this guy settling a score with her now?
"Meng Beichen, what do you mean by saying this now? If I hadn't felt a little bit self-blame, I wouldn't be sitting here!"
"Damn girl, help me up!" He gritted his teeth and growled.
"What are you doing again?" Did he torture her on purpose? She was so injured that she was still lying restless.
"Toilet!"
"Ah?" Han Yixing was dumbfounded. He wanted to go to the toilet. It seemed like she wanted to call the housekeeper.
"Ah what, come here quickly."
"I'll call the housekeeper"
"Come back here! You little fool, you still want to call someone when I need to go to the toilet?" He yelled in disbelief, his face turned dark, and it looked like she was really not happy to stay here.
"Then, how can I help you?" She blushed and yelled at him, really going crazy.
"Just help me to the door." He sighed helplessly. He really didn't know what was going on in her head. Would he want her to go in for a visit? Thinking of this, his face couldn't help but darken, and he coughed lightly in embarrassment.
One sound.
"Oh." Han Yixing breathed a sigh of relief and stepped forward to help him up. From then on, she finally understood how hard it was to take care of a patient.
There was a bathroom attached to the medical room. As soon as the door was closed, Han Yixing ran away immediately. Her cell phone rang. It was indeed a call from Gretsch. She stuck out her tongue and leaned against the window to answer the call.
"Hello……"
She shouted several times in succession, but no one said anything there. The silence felt a little weird. Han Yixing frowned slightly and brought the phone to his eyes. He saw that the call was still active!
"Hey, Gretsch, I'm going to die if you don't speak." What is he doing?