Xing Lei snorted.

"Are you also afraid?"

"If you say I'm yelling insults now, will my one hundred and eight security guards kick you out?"

Ye Hao's face was full of black lines: "Do you still want me to show you?"

"Don't talk nonsense if you want to, get dressed and do it well."

"I'll give you three seconds, keep going like this and I'll go."

Seeing that Ye Hao was a little angry, Xing Lei hurriedly said: "Okay, okay, I won't make trouble, but I don't like wearing a coat, so just help me take a look."

Ye Hao was speechless, and finally could only follow Xing Lei, and then motioned her to extend her right hand.

Then Ye Hao put two fingers on Xing Lei's veins.

The place where you touch it is delicate and smooth, like suet jade, it makes your heart tremble slightly.

Ye Hao took a breath, calmed the ripples in his heart, and then began to sense carefully.

After a while, Ye Hao withdrew his finger, frowned and said, "Did you drink last night?"

"How did you know?"

Xing Lei looked surprised, then nodded.

"My grandpa is back to normal now, and I'm in a good mood, so I opened a bottle of 82-year-old Lafite for myself and took a sip."

"But does this have anything to do with practicing?"

Ye Hao said lightly: "I just helped you solve the headache of Yungong, which can be regarded as helping you deal with the standard, but I haven't dealt with Ben yet."

"So, when you encounter alcohol, it triggers your symptoms."

"And you were too eager for success, and you were too nervous when you encountered a problem, so that almost caused you to go mad."

"Your situation must be dealt with as soon as possible."

"Otherwise, the next time you get a gash, you will not only go mad, but your limbs will be crippled, and you will become a vegetable, and you will only be able to lie in a hospital bed for the rest of your life."

Hearing Ye Hao's words, Xing Lei gasped, and the next moment, she directly supported the coffee table and raised her buttocks.

Well, it's huge.

It is the type suitable for giving birth to a fat son.

"Okay, Ye Hao, stop talking so much nonsense!"

When Ye Hao complained in his heart, Xing Lei's tone was a little crying.

"I don't want to be in a vegetable state, I'd rather die than lie in bed motionless!"

Ye Hao's forehead is full of black lines: "Can you speak well, what do you mean by this pouting?"

"Am I that kind of person?"

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