"Where are you going?"
When Feng Nai said this, he pressed his other hand on his stomach.
It seems that the pain is really serious.
Mo Bei looked at him, and his voice was softer than usual: "Go and buy something to eat, haven't you eaten all day?"
It was only then that Feng Nai remembered the lie he had told, with pale and thin lips: "I don't want to eat it now, I can't digest it, I'll buy it later."
Mo Bei turned around and saw that he really had no appetite: "I'm going to boil some water."
"Yeah." Feng Nai responded casually, as long as he didn't leave the room.
Mo Bei didn't know what Feng Nai was thinking.
Just thinking about this stomachache is not the way to go.
Fortunately, the people from the hotel brought medicine.
Mo Bei took the two boxes of medicine from the waiter.
He walked back to the bed and poured a cup of hot water.
When Feng Nai scanned the medicine box in Mo Bei's hand, his brows twitched slightly
It's not really a stomachache after all.
With previous experience.
Mo Bei only thought that a certain great god simply didn't want to drink the medicine, so he just stood there.
Feng Nai had no choice but to drink a pill that nourished his stomach. It didn't hurt his body, but Feng Nai didn't like the feeling of swallowing pills.
The inconvenience is that since it is pretending to be sick, it must look weaker.
So Feng Nai didn't do anything to Mo Bei.
It also lowered Mo Bei's defense.
After all, when she was sitting on a chair and turning on the computer, she couldn't see Feng Nai behind her.
Feng Nai, on the other hand, looked at Qing Juan's back, and tapped the rim of the cup with his slender fingers.
Some discomfort in the throat.
Especially when the person looks like he is logging into his account and preparing to duo with someone.
That kind of discomfort, with slight pain.
How can he ask for something from this little brother in Linkengkeng to calm his current mood.
Otherwise, he was really worried that before the national competition, he would directly tie this person to the bed.
When Feng Nai was thinking this way, his slender fingers pressed his Adam's apple.
The person over there seemed to have noticed his gaze, turned sideways, glanced at him first, and then walked to the bedside.
Feng Nai just raised his eyes, ready to mock something lightly.
I felt a cold on my forehead.
Very comfortable.
It seems that even some boredom has disappeared.
Looking at it from Feng Nai's angle, all he could see was the white and slender wrist, which seemed to be broken if he folded it.
He thought, such a wrist is really suitable for being tied up.
Mo Bei frowned, and there was little change in his light voice: "Why didn't you tell me you had a fever."
fever? Feng Nai's eyes paused for a moment: "I didn't notice."
This sentence is the truth.
He did always feel that there was a fire in him.
But it all came down to him wanting someone.
There are even some ruthless thoughts, for example, if this person can obediently let him toss, it should be eliminated.
Mo Bei listened to his indifferent tone: "I'm going to buy medicine."
Feng Nai was a little rambunctious, and was about to speak.
Mo Bei interrupted him, his eyes pale: "I really don't like taking medicine, so I'll go to the hospital."
"It's not that I don't like taking medicine, it's that I don't want to be here alone, it's boring." When Feng Nai said these words, there was a texture unique to his age.
Probably because after being sick, people will be a little childish, even a certain great god who is aloof.
Mo Bei looked at the man's thin lips pursed into a line, and he was not good at coaxing people. After thinking about it, he said, "I'll be back soon."
(end of this chapter)