After all, the Feng family is very obsessed with eating...
Feng Nai looked away from the food and met Mo Bei's eyes, somewhat absent-minded, seeming to be difficult to approach.
Neither of them spoke.
The bet that Feng Nai said is still there.
If you can't do what he likes, leave automatically and don't follow him anymore.
Feng Nai glanced at the bowl of noodles, and didn't say whether he liked it or not. Instead, he stood up directly from the bed, put on a coat, and still had a low fever.
But the more the atmosphere was like this, the more Feng Nai wanted to pull away.
After all, these things, to put it bluntly, she made for the other him.
No matter how good he is, he just wants him back.
Feng Nai frowned slightly, becoming even more impatient, and he didn't bother to say anything against his will, the food she brought over was what he liked, but so what.
"I'm going out, you can follow if you want."
Feng Nai didn't even bother to take a shower, because he would really eat that bowl of noodle soup that didn't belong to him if he stayed for a minute longer.
Mo Bei seldom has emotions. When he heard that he was going out, his eyes darkened: "You have a fever."
"Low fever." Feng Nai's voice sounded emotionless: "What? Worried that this corpse will burn out, and he will never come back? If it burns out, you should be happy, maybe he will come out."
After finishing speaking, Feng Nai didn't stop any longer, opened the door, and walked out directly.
It was impossible for Mo Bei to let him go out like this. He took his coat, looked sideways, and said to the housekeeper who came over, "Is there a lunch box at home?"
"Yes." The butler has been in Feng's house all year round, and he can understand what it means at a glance. He immediately asked someone to bring in an insulated lunch box and put all the things Mo Bei made in it, and then said: "Miss Mo, it's so late Now, where are you and the young master going? He is not in good health. The chairman always seems to dislike the young master, but if there is anything, the chairman is the most anxious. This time the young master doesn't know what's wrong, he seems very cold , did you guys quarrel?"
Over there, Feng Nai was leaning halfway in the corridor, watching this scene, he also didn't understand, obviously he was the young master of the Feng family, why these people, one by one, surpassed him in listening to her.
Oh, I really have the ability.
Mo Bei noticed his gaze and knew that there was something bad about it. He looked towards him, but he didn't have any emotions. Instead, he said "um" and gave the butler an answer: "I take care of him, I take care of him too much. , he is uncomfortable, and he will inevitably be upset."
There are really not many people who are so used to the young master!
Except for Ms. Mo, it's simply... Who would be able to bear the young master.
However, apart from Miss Mo, the young master will not listen to anyone, let alone throw a child's temper.
The housekeeper lowered his voice: "I have to ask Ms. Mo to take care of her. The young master has no malicious intentions, but Ms. Mo is too special and indulges the young master. He will always be like this."
"I know." Mo Bei glanced at the gentleman like jade, but still grabbed the figure who was not close to him: "He is my person, he doesn't need to be taken care of, just pamper him."
Mo Bei's tone was very light.
It faded until the butler remembered what the old chairman often said, that my vicious grandson was unworthy.
The young master really can't get sick. If he really gets sick and hurts Miss Mo, he will regret it when he thinks about it later.
After Mo Bei finished that sentence, he paced towards the figure under the lamp.
(end of this chapter)