For Mo Bei, who dared to make Feng Nai's face hurt in the first group fight, this sense of distance was nothing.
She half bent over and turned sideways, about to cover Feng Nai's forehead with the white towel soaked in warm water just now.
Realizing what someone was going to do, Feng Nai opened his eyes, and directly blocked Mo Bei's hand with his hand: "Take it away."
Generally speaking, when he looks like this, no matter who he is, he has already retreated.
After all, when God K is impatient, no one really dares to provoke him.
Mo Bei didn't speak, just pressed his arm and covered the wet towel where it should be.
Feng Nai's eyes that were supposed to be squinted were also canceled with the comfort brought by the wet towel.
He looked at the person in front of him, still without any emotion.
This guy is really not afraid of him at all.
Between the breath is the familiar smell of shampoo.
It should be on a damp towel.
Did this guy take his towel and throw it in his face
Forget it, anyway, the smell is also hypnotic.
Even at this kind of time, Feng Nai still had such a face that he had no friends, not to mention the indifferent expression, he just didn't bother to talk to anyone.
Mo Bei came over with a thermometer.
Feng Nai ignored it.
"National preliminaries in three days." That's all Mo Bei said.
Without even reaching out his hand, Feng Nai leaned over and put the thermometer in his mouth, still showing some resistance. Who would get rid of this little brother Lin Keng Keng was his biggest concern.
Mo Bei didn't expect him to make such a movement, and before he could retract his fingers, he felt something soft stroke her side.
The figures all paused.
Holding the thermometer in his mouth, Feng Nai didn't realize what his lips touched just now, because he couldn't sleep anymore, so he simply took his phone over and glanced at the messages on WeChat.
This is the only contact channel the assistant has not been blocked.
"God K, master, do you have a fever?"
"If you have a fever, you must take medicine."
"Mo Nan said he took care of you, is he here now?"
"God K, God K?"
Four messages in a row.
After Feng Nai's eyes stopped for a moment from the third message, his slender and fair fingers moved: 'Yes'
After answering a word, it will no longer be met.
The assistant couldn't figure it out, did the master say he was there or Mo Nan was
It's rare for Feng Nai to look like this now. After he stopped being venomous, his expression became more direct, so that when Mo Bei brought the medicine box over.
He spat out the thermometer and said hoarsely: "Don't look at it, you don't have a fever, and you don't need to take any medicine. If you don't want to leave, please be quiet and let me sleep. If you want to leave, close the door."
Mo Bei didn't listen to him, and took the thermometer from his hand. He glanced at it with black eyes, and his handsome face was calm: "38 degrees 8, high fever, should the captain take medicine now, or should I call Mrs. Feng and let her to take you to the hospital."
Hearing this, Feng Nai suddenly laughed.
There was no warmth in that smile.
It's very evil.
Even his eyes were cold.
"When did you leave my family's phone number?"
Mo Bei's voice was still uneven: "After Mrs. Feng asked me to take care of me at school, she sent me a message. The number should be told by Xiao Nailin."
"I can't swallow it." Feng Nai put away his aura at this moment, turned his eyes sideways, and simply disliked it: "Why are there still such things as pills in the world?"
(end of this chapter)