"Well… "
Mo Yitao let out a muffled snort.
The private doctor in a white coat looked calm: "Relax, you are too nervous, it's not easy to get an injection like this. Oh, by the way, go back and take a good rest for two days."
Patriarch Mo: "..."
Mo Yitao never expected that there would be a day when he would be drugged, and the process was extremely simple and rude. It was just that an unruly woman bribed the waiter who served the wine at the banquet, although there were also some who were negligent in supervision by the organizer There are factors, but it is undeniable that he is indeed careless.
As for that woman... He was so tolerant towards her because of her father's sake. Now it seems that since the family doesn't cherish his tolerance, he doesn't have to show them any favors.
Knowing that the young man was still at home waiting for him to go back, Mo Yitao didn't dare to delay, feeling that the effect of the medicine had diminished a bit, so he hurried back to the old house from his private doctor.
As he expected, as soon as he entered the door, the young man leaned in front of him, his eyes sparkling, and there was some small complaint in his voice: "Brother, why did you come back so late, I almost fell asleep waiting."
At this time, Mo Qi's body was still a little hot, so he just quickly pawed his head twice before urging him: "Sorry, I was delayed by something, it's late, please go to bed obediently, please? Make it up to you tomorrow."
He Yan lowered his head, narrowed his big black and white eyes at an angle that Mo Yitao couldn't see, and raised his head again with a delicate and aggrieved look. He hugged the man's arm and rubbed against him, "Don't Well, after waiting for you for so long, why are you so perfunctory!"
Unexpectedly, the always obedient boy suddenly became angry. Looking at the fierce little face with a bit of bluff, Mo Yitao's heart beat suddenly. On the one hand, he could see a side of the boy that he had never shown before. He was very pleasantly surprised, but on the other hand, the young man's slender and soft body was tightly attached to him, and he was still writhing angrily. Torture!
"Xiao Qi...don't make trouble." Mo Yitao carefully adjusted his posture to prevent any restless part of himself from frightening the young man. He was so anxious that he broke out in a cold sweat, but the young man didn't know what happened today. He was especially fierce and clingy. He circled around him like a milk cat, scratching his paws suddenly, and he was unwilling to take the initiative to push away such an active young man, so he could only coax the young man in pain and joy. I don't know how long it took, but after promising the boy a series of land cession and compensation, he was let go by the satisfied boy. At this time, Mo Yitao's whole body was already hot, even more unbearable than when the medicine took effect just now.
So, afraid of what he would do to the young man on impulse, Mo Yitao almost ran away under the young man's gaze.
Seeing Mo Yitao's slightly embarrassed back disappearing at the turn of the stairs, He Yan thought of something, and smiled in a good mood.
Late at night, under the darkness of night, the old house was so quiet that there was no sound. In this silence, the door of the master bedroom belonging to Patriarch Mo was pushed open without a sound, and a black figure slipped briskly into the room. Master Mo stood still in front of the bed.
Mo Yitao felt something vaguely in his half-dream and half-awake state, and struggled to open his eyes, but the next second he was pulled back into a dark dreamland by the sudden strong sleepiness.
He Yan withdrew his mental filaments and looked at Patriarch Mo on the bed with a surprised expression on his face. He had just used a little mental power to ensure Patriarch Mo could sleep like a dead pig, but he made an unexpected discovery.
There seemed to be something wrong with Mo Yitao's mental state.
Normally speaking, ordinary people who cannot use spiritual power also have a certain amount of spiritual power in the spiritual sea, but because the number does not reach the critical value, they cannot be awakened. But when he probed into Mo Yitao's spiritual sea just now, he found that Patriarch Mo's entire spiritual sea was almost empty, only in some corners, there were a few faint balls of light condensed by spiritual power. .
Mental power is closely related to human consciousness. In other words, those without spiritual power are the so-called "vegetative people" here.
However, Patriarch Mo is clearly beyond normal in life, and even intellectually, he is much higher than most people in this world!
He Yan frowned and thought for a while, but still couldn't find the answer in the past, so he had to put this matter aside for the time being. He came this time because he was going to do bad things to the head of the Mo family.
He Yan slowly lifted the quilt on the edge of the bed, and saw Patriarch Mo's figure full of male hormones under the night, showing a mysterious smile.
Today, when it was discovered through surveillance that Patriarch Mo was drugged, a sense of anger that his territory had been violated suddenly surged in his chest, mixed with some subtle panic. At that moment, he suddenly understood, In the past year, the reason why he acquiesced in Mo Yitao's closeness was probably not just because he didn't hate this person.
He has never been a coy person, after he figured it out, he quickly accepted the reality that he also had a crush on Mo Yitao. Even though this kind of affection is not so strong that he only realized it later, He Yan, who has a strong sense of territory, still immediately decided to kill the one who dared to attack his own property (Master Mo: Meow Meow?) The woman is severely rectified!
And then, seeing Patriarch Mo's face flushed with patience, for some reason, he suddenly wanted to inspect the goods...
Mo Yitao had a dream. In the dream, He Yan turned into a little man the size of his palm, with two pointed black cat ears standing on his head, his limbs turned into furry little black claws, and a small round buttocks attached to it. Flexible and cute cat tail.
The cat-eyed boy with a delicate face waved his soft paws and slapped his palm fiercely, "I want to eat small dried fish!"
Fearing that the squeamish kitten would get angry, Patriarch Mo didn't dare to move even if his palms were itchy, but his attitude towards the kitten's request was very firm: "No, if you eat any more, you'll get a stomachache."
"Big villain!! Liar!! Meow!"
Hearing the man's refusal, the boy was so angry that his cat's ears were drawn back, and he swung his little paw angrily to hit the man's sharp and handsome face.
As if he had been beaten into anger, the man pinched the boy's warm paws with two fingers, and said righteously: "It's getting more and more disobedient, you still don't care about me as the master, I have to teach you a lesson!"
After finishing speaking, he gently threw the kitten on the soft quilt, pinched the ears of the kitten that couldn't keep turning back with two fingers, and rubbed it back and forth until the kitten burst into tears: "This It's the first punishment."
Then he shifted his position again, stroked the top of the kitten's head with his thumb, and said calmly, "This is the second punishment."
After that, the two big hands pinched the two front paws of the kitten respectively, pressing the pads one by one, and after a while, they held the two paws together again, and kissed "Bobo" twice, "This is the third indivual."
... ... ...
Before the punishment was over, the kitten, who was so domineering and arrogant before, had become sluggish, whimpering and begging for mercy in a low voice with tears in its eyes, and made a flattering cry in its throat, with a pitiful milky voice. , hoping that the man can let himself go.
It's a pity that the man's heart was cold and hard, and he didn't move at all. He "punished" the kitten severely from the tip of the ears to the tip of the tail, and even some key parts were punished many times. It's very inhumane!
Early the next morning, Patriarch Mo woke up dizzy from a chaotic dream, felt the stickiness between his legs, and couldn't help feeling complicated.
What kitten, punishment? What's all this mess
"cough-"
Patriarch Mo, who felt his throat was uncomfortable, coughed lightly, but his voice turned out to be hoarse. He frowned and touched his forehead with the back of his hand, feeling a high fever as expected.
So, after being drugged during the day and tossed about by someone passing by at night, and after experiencing an extremely energy-consuming dream, Patriarch Mo, who has always been strong and strong, finally woke up the next morning. Initiated a fever.
It can be said to be very tragic!