Feng Nai didn't move, and didn't care: "What does this have to do with you dragging me to the bathroom? Linkeng."
Seeing his brother's nonchalant attitude, Nailin gritted her teeth and nodded her toes, as if to say something in his brother's ear.
Immediately afterwards, Feng Nai's eyes changed, and the color became darker and darker, until the vegetable in his hand fell on the chopping board, he didn't even look at it, but turned his eyes around, maintaining the previous movement, moving None moved: "Blood?"
"Yeah!" Nailin nodded heavily, and said worriedly: "Is my little brother seriously ill? He didn't tell us because he was afraid that we would be worried. Those people who were seriously ill on TV, would vomit blood."
Feng Nai didn't listen carefully to what his brother said, his thoughts were a little messed up.
Bathroom, blood
Feng Nai's fingers stopped again, and even his back shook.
Xiao Nailin is still tilting her head, not understanding what happened to his brother suddenly, and she is still popularizing science. He once saw the reactions of terminally ill patients on TV.
The more he talked, the more sad he became, even though his little brother was also like that.
However, when Feng Nai's eyes fell, he only said one sentence to his brother: "From now on, watch less costume dramas."
vomiting blood
Fortunately, I can figure it out.
But... Feng Nai's eyes sank, he simply put down the ingredients in his hand, and strode to the bathroom.
After seeing some papers on the ground, the light-colored pupils stopped heavily.
Then, there seemed to be no hesitation.
He turned around and strode into the bedroom, his gaze fell intricately on the figure on the bed.
Mo Bei finally fell into a light sleep.
When the lower abdomen hurts the most, I can't resist it at all, and my whole body is uncomfortable with alternating cold and heat.
Sleep can reduce pain to a certain extent.
It's just that handsome face is still pale without a trace of blood.
The black hair just hit the pillow.
Moonlight came in from the window, shining on Qingjun's eyebrows and eyes.
The shirt is high collared and plain white.
Mo Bei lay there like an iceberg prince.
Feng Nai moved his gaze upwards and landed on Mo Bei's chest.
The hand that originally wanted to press the light on slowly changed direction, and turned to a tendency to fall.
With slender fingers, he unbuttoned the first button of the white shirt.
His eyes darkened, and he was about to untie the second one.
There was a click.
The outside door seemed to be open.
After hearing the sound.
Mo Bei opened his eyes, and his eyes met the evil and handsome face.
Xiao Nailin just ran over: "Brother, what are you doing?"
Feng Nai didn't speak, and didn't move his fingertips away.
Mo Bei's hand on one side slowly tightened, trying to separate the man's hand.
The sound of high heels came from far and near.
There was a click.
Even the bedroom door was pushed aside by the man.
It was Yun Shen, she was still wearing the blue and white porcelain cheongsam she wore when she was filming, with a shawl wrapped around it, her sunglasses were taken away by her, and she was carrying a bunch of keys.
When his eyes fell, his fingers paused.
What's happening here.
How could Bey's face be so ugly.
Moreover, where did Feng Nai put his hand!
Mo Bei endured the pain in his lower abdomen and didn't speak. He just raised his eyes to look at Yun Shen. The color of his eyes was darker than usual. The meaning was obvious, and he needed her to cooperate with him in acting.
(end of this chapter)