This was the first time Mo Bei met someone who didn't want to drink strange medicine.
Probably because he has a handsome face, even if he said such a thing, it wouldn't make people find it annoying.
On the contrary, there are some indescribable contrasts.
After all, this kind of excuse can't be swallowed, after the age of eighteen, very few people will say it.
Mo Bei walked away, reappeared this time, and took an extra bottle of mineral water: "Two bottles of mineral water, if the captain wants to give the pills, it shouldn't be difficult."
Feng Nai's eyes were slightly lazy: "Got it."
I got it, but I didn't intend to take medicine, I just leaned there slantingly, with a towel on my forehead, because of illness, that face that was already pale was even more handsome at this time real person.
Mo Bei looked at him and wanted to eat a mint candy.
His left hand blocked his movements again, his eyes were dim, and his voice was cold: "The throat is uncomfortable, and eating sugar will make it worse."
"Assisting little brother." Feng Nai leaned over suddenly, the breath he exhaled was still hot: "You are exceptional today..."
Mo Bei didn't wait for him to finish, and interrupted him without emotion: "Do you want me to call Mrs. Feng?"
Feng Nai's gaze swept across the young man, his eyes were slightly cold.
Then, he leaned over, and a faint smell of tobacco entered his nose.
Mo Bei didn't know what he was going to do, he just watched him leaning slightly to her right, grabbed her wrist, and sent the pill in her hand to her mouth along the way.
Mo Bei didn't expect him to make such a move.
The wrist is a little hot, as if a feather has fallen off.
Mo Bei's back paused, it seemed that the burn was really serious.
The one who took the medicine was very nonchalant, with a "don't bother me from now on" attitude.
Mo Bei saw that he still felt very uncomfortable after drinking most of the bottle of mineral water. He took out his mobile phone and didn't know what he was looking at.
Feng Nai closed his eyes again, and could hear the sounds around him, his throat was burning, even his breathing.
This inexplicably made him very impatient.
But now the man should be quiet.
It was indeed quiet.
Like out of the room.
For nearly twenty minutes, Feng Nai didn't hear any noise nearby.
However, Mo Bei didn't leave. He slid his fingers through the answers on the Internet, took out the pears from the refrigerator, washed them with their skins and cut them into pieces, and put them in a pot of clean water...
When Feng Nai opened his eyes again, the mineral water on hand was gone, and there was an extra bowl of something he didn't know what it was.
Feng Nai turned away his sleepy eyes, picked it up and took a tentative sip.
The tip of the tongue, which was originally tasteless, was washed away by a touch of sweetness.
Is it pear soup
After tasting the taste, Feng Nai raised his hand and drank all the water in the bowl.
When Mo Bei walked in, he saw this scene, and there was not much emotion on that face.
Feng Nai knew that this kind of thing would not appear in the base, and the only one who could have this kind of cooking skills was Lin Keng Keng, a little brother who was not afraid of death.
God K is now thinking about how he should casually ask for a second bowl of pear soup from the person who made him smile.
Thinking about it, the eyebrows twisted slightly.
Heck, why is he as useless as Lin Keng Keng
It's just a bowl of pear soup.
It's not that I haven't drunk it.
Just as Feng Nai wanted to laugh at himself, he was caught off guard when the man in front of him suddenly stretched out his hand and put it on his forehead...
#4.23作家有话# Favorite character? All members of the Alliance. Thank you book friend instant? Every moment is very touching, it is good to have you. (I'm at a loss for words for this kind of question.)
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