Bringing the Nation's Husband Home - Chapter 308
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Chapter 308

When the makeup artist approached, Qiao Anhao felt her stomach began to churn once more . She endured the smell and forced her mind to focus on something else .  

But when the woman was reapplying her eye shadow, the close proximity increased the scent, and she could no longer hold it in . Turning her head to the side, she vomited .  

Qiao Anhao didn't have much food that day and everything she had was already digested, so she only vomited out a tiny amount of liquid .  

"Miss Qiao, are you okay? Are you ill?" the makeup artist asked in concern .  

Qiao Anhao felt instantly better .  She rinsed her mouth with the bottle of mineral water brought by Zhao Meng, explaining to the makeup artist, "I drank some alcohol yesterday and it's been hurting my tummy . " 

The makeup artist touched up her lips which were smudged from the water .  "The hot weather causes food to rot fast, you should pay attention to your meals . It's best if you take some gastric pills . " 

"Yes . " Qiao Anhao smiled, not willing to say more .  

Song Xiangsi stood nearby, taking in the conversation between Qiao Anhao and her makeup artist . She turned and looked towards Lu Jinnian, his brows were deeply furrowed after seeing her vomit .  

Song Xiangsi curled her lips upwards, smiling secretly, waiting patiently for her makeup to be done . Before the second scene began, she walked towards Lu Jinnian .  

Lu Jinnian knew there was someone beside him but he remained nonchalant .  

Song Xiangsi circled him once before stopping beside him, following his gaze towards Zhao Meng and Qiao Anhao .  

She stood there, deliberately staying silent just like him until the director indicated the start of filming . She straightened, lowering her head to admire her manicured nails before saying slowly, "Qiao Anhao seems to have gastric problems because of the alcohol she drank yesterday . " She left this sentence with him and walked away .  

After the second scene was done, Lu Jinnian stood at the side of the set, observing Qiao Anhao . When she vomited once more, he frowned, walking back to the makeup station .  

After removing his makeup, his a.s.sistant was already waiting for him . He opened the car door and sat inside . The a.s.sistant started the car and headed towards the filming crew hotel . When they reached a cross road, Lu Jinnian who had been silent all this while, suddenly spoke .  "Find the nearest pharmacy . " 

His a.s.sistant acknowledged the command, entering it into the GPS . "Mr .  Lu, are you feeling ill?" 

Lu Jinnian remained silent, turning to look out the window .  

His a.s.sistant kept quiet and followed the GPS to the nearest pharmacy .  

After no more than twenty minutes, the car stopped .  The a.s.sistant asked, "Mr .  Lu, what do you need? I'll get it for you . " 

"I'll go," Lu Jinnian replied lightly and opened the car door to walk towards the pharmacy .  

There was a wide variety of gastric pills, so he repeated Song Xiangsi's words to the attendant, waiting for a recommendation .  

When the makeup artist approached, Qiao Anhao felt her stomach began to churn once more . She endured the smell and forced her mind to focus on something else .  . . .

But when the woman was reapplying her eye shadow, the close proximity increased the scent, and she could no longer hold it in . Turning her head to the side, she vomited .  .

Qiao Anhao didnt have much food that day and everything she had was already digested, so she only vomited out a tiny amount of liquid .  .

Miss Qiao, are you okay? Are you ill? the makeup artist asked in concern .  .

Qiao Anhao felt instantly better .  She rinsed her mouth with the bottle of mineral water brought by Zhao Meng, explaining to the makeup artist, I drank some alcohol yesterday and its been hurting my tummy .  . . .

The makeup artist touched up her lips which were smudged from the water .  The hot weather causes food to rot fast, you should pay attention to your meals . Its best if you take some gastric pills .  .

Yes . Qiao Anhao smiled, not willing to say more .  .

Song Xiangsi stood nearby, taking in the conversation between Qiao Anhao and her makeup artist . She turned and looked towards Lu Jinnian, his brows were deeply furrowed after seeing her vomit .  .

Song Xiangsi curled her lips upwards, smiling secretly, waiting patiently for her makeup to be done . Before the second scene began, she walked towards Lu Jinnian .  . . .

Lu Jinnian knew there was someone beside him but he remained nonchalant .  .

Song Xiangsi circled him once before stopping beside him, following his gaze towards Zhao Meng and Qiao Anhao .  .

She stood there, deliberately staying silent just like him until the director indicated the start of filming . She straightened, lowering her head to admire her manicured nails before saying slowly, Qiao Anhao seems to have gastric problems because of the alcohol she drank yesterday . She left this sentence with him and walked away .  .

After the second scene was done, Lu Jinnian stood at the side of the set, observing Qiao Anhao . When she vomited once more, he frowned, walking back to the makeup station .  .

After removing his makeup, his a.s.sistant was already waiting for him . He opened the car door and sat inside . The a.s.sistant started the car and headed towards the filming crew hotel . When they reached a cross road, Lu Jinnian who had been silent all this while, suddenly spoke .  Find the nearest pharmacy .  .

His a.s.sistant acknowledged the command, entering it into the GPS . Mr .  Lu, are you feeling ill? .

Lu Jinnian remained silent, turning to look out the window .  .

His a.s.sistant kept quiet and followed the GPS to the nearest pharmacy .  .

After no more than twenty minutes, the car stopped .  The a.s.sistant asked, Mr .  Lu, what do you need? Ill get it for you .  .

Ill go, Lu Jinnian replied lightly and opened the car door to walk towards the pharmacy .  .

There was a wide variety of gastric pills, so he repeated Song Xiangsis words to the attendant, waiting for a recommendation .  .

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