Chapter 1271 The window is sealed
Nan Jiaojiao didn’t care what they were going to do outside, and immediately found the switch and turned on the light.
This should be a cloakroom for guests.
The host organizing the banquet will consider the situation of guests soiling their dresses and prepare a room on each floor in advance. The clothes inside are all luxury brands and almost all have been purchased. If If a lady happens to be in need, the host family will give her a favor and give her clothes as a gift. Firstly, it solves the lady's troubles. Secondly, it also pleases the man or family behind her.
Nan Jiaojiao has been to many banquets with Lu Zhenzhen, so she probably knows these things.
As soon as I walked in, I smelled a rose-scented incense.
Just when he felt good, Song Yuan suddenly fell down while holding on to the wall. His face was paler than before, and he was breathing out more than he was breathing in.
"What's wrong with you?" Nan Jiaojiao squatted down without touching her.
Song Yuan leaned her back against the wall, her lips trembling uncontrollably, "I, I'm allergic to the fragrance of flowers."
Nan Jiaojiao frowned, stood up immediately, and put the vases in various corners I took out the flowers in the closet, hugged my hands, walked to the innermost closet, opened the closet door and stuffed them in.
She went to wash her hands, took out a glass of water, and doused the incense in the incense burner.
After doing this, Nan Jiaojiao planned to open the window for ventilation, but when she pushed the first window, she failed to push it. She was confused for a moment, and no matter how hard she tried, there was no movement. Then she walked to the second window and also No push.
“What’s wrong?” Song Yuan asked angrily.
“The window is sealed.”
“Ah...”
Nan Jiaojiao looked back at her and looked for it. There was a water dispenser and a fruit plate in the room. She poured a glass of warm water and brought it over with the fruit plate.
He hesitated when he came to Song Yuan.
She can't put all her food on the floor.
Nan Jiaojiao took everything back to the coffee table, and then went back to help Song Yuan, "Your symptoms don't look like a simple allergy."
Song Yuan pursed her lips. Not much was said.
She only drank a sip of water, and she choked half of the water, so she couldn't drink any more. Nan Jiaojiao calmly took Song Yuan's pulse.
She deliberately pretended to bump into her accidentally and turned her head to the other side. Suddenly she heard the person behind her ask: "Can you take a pulse?"
"No. Yes."
Nan Jiaojiao denied it, "I see your face is pale. I feel the warmth of your hand. Do you have any medicine on you?"
Song Yuan shook her head with difficulty, "The medicine is all in the bag..."
Before she could finish her sentence, she began to breathe again, and her face was obviously sickly white.
At this time, the door was suddenly opened, several fire extinguishers were sprayed into the door, and then the fire extinguishers were thrown in.
The door slammed shut.
The men’s joking laughter came from outside.
"Cough cough cough..."
Song Yuan felt even more uncomfortable.
Nan Jiaojiao was particularly disgusted with the behavior of those people. She originally planned to give Song Yuan an injection, but now the room was filled with white smoke and she could not see clearly. If she stayed there any longer, her asthma would worsen.
As Nan Jiaojiao walked towards the door, she took a needle out of her hair and inserted it into the lock.
The silver needle was halfway in when it hit an obstacle. She took it out and looked at it. Her vision was unclear and she rubbed away the needle with her fingers.
It's wax.
Those bastards actually blocked the keyhole with wax!
Even if it hasn’t been finalized yet, prying the door like this won’t do much. Besides, the door locks of star-rated hotels are all specially customized and are not easy to pry.
Nan Jiaojiao inserted the silver needle back into her hair, looked around, picked up a stool and smashed the window.
This is the twelfth floor.
(End of this chapter)