Nailin wanted to say, 'Didn't you already cook porridge for my little brother', not to mention, didn't you agree that today you are here to take care of your little brother
But looking at Yun Shen who was sitting next to his little brother, he had basically given up on the idea of letting his brother compete for favor.
Because the older sister in front of her was still smiling when she looked at him, but when she looked at his younger brother, she didn't even cover up the worry in her eyes.
If you don't really like it, it certainly won't be like this.
And the little brother seems to dote on this sister.
When two people sit together, they give people a very good feeling.
Xiao Nailin knew it was time to return his little brother to his girlfriend.
So even if he didn't want to leave anymore, after hearing his brother's words, he waved to his little brother very politely.
Mo Bei didn't keep anyone this time because he was really not suitable.
Feng Nai still had a careless expression on his face, grabbed his trouser pocket with one hand, and threw the medicine bag to Yun Shen: "There are instructions on it."
Five words, no more, no less.
Nailin was still saying goodbye to his little brother. Seeing his brother turn around to leave, she reached out and grabbed Feng Nai's trouser leg.
One big and one small just left the apartment like this.
When pressing the elevator, the expression is basically the same, without any thought.
On the contrary, Nailin's head was a little low, and her voice was childish: "I thought I could stay with my little brother for a while, but my girlfriend should be able to take good care of him."
Feng Nai didn't speak, but only looked at the elevator floor, obviously a little absent-minded, and when he got there, he paced and took long legs.
Nailin was a little depressed, so she didn't notice that his brother behaved differently than usual.
Especially the action of pulling the collar, as if he had something on his mind.
Inside the apartment.
Finally, there is no one else.
Mo Bei reached out and pressed his lower abdomen, the pain was written all over his face, and his eyes fell on Yun Shen: "Why are you here?"
"You can't get through the phone, I'm worried about you." Yun Shen put his hand on her lower abdomen, his brows tightened: "Why is it so cold?"
Mo Bei sat there, leaning his back on the head of the bed, his hair shattered, his lips pale: "Yes."
"I'll make you a cup of brown sugar water." Yun Shen quickly ran out.
Like Feng Dashen, this one is also a master who never touches the spring water.
Mo Bei wanted to call him back, but he didn't have time.
Wait until she opened her eyes again from drowsiness.
Yun Shen has already returned, holding a porcelain bowl in his hand, but his eyes are a bit puzzled: "Did you cook the porridge in the kitchen? How long have you been cooking it? It seems to be edible."
Mo Bei paused for a moment, his voice was light: "It's not me."
"It's not you?" Yun Shen raised his eyebrows: "Could it be that Young Master Feng? Speaking of which, why was he so close to you just now?"
Mo Bei's eyes lowered slightly: "It should be because of the residue in the bathroom, but since you're here, everything can be explained."
After hearing this, Yun Shen didn't feel relieved: "You mean, this Young Master Feng has always suspected you?"
"Not in this aspect, but it seems to be very familiar with my style of play, and I have already talked about this aspect, and the rest..." Mo Bei paused when he said this: "He should not make deep associations."
Yun Shen looked at her: "Not even after this time?"
Mo Bei didn't give her an answer, he just kept a clear face, his light eyes darkened a little bit...
(end of this chapter)