Mo Bei raised his eyes.
Feng Nai was playing with the silver lighter in the book, his gauze-wrapped fingers looked extraordinarily pale at this moment: "Forget about my boy."
Mo Bei's eyes paused for a moment, and he was a little surprised to hear this sentence. After all, since she met him, he has always had a strong hatred value because of this incident. Why today...
"You don't need to take notes in the future." Feng Nai stood up as he spoke, his tone was very calm: "I don't need to attend lectures either. If you do this kind of thing, you might as well go about your own business."
Mo Bei looked sideways, and his clear face was confused for a moment.
Feng Nai had already turned his head away, facing her with the back of his head: "I'm going upstairs, you can wander around as you like."
Very ordinary conversation.
But between the two of them, it will become very strange.
And as smart as Mo Bei, he also understood the meaning of chasing guests in his words.
Don't know why this happens.
But after that person left.
The huge living room seemed even more empty.
It's not a big deal for Mo Bei to stay here.
It's almost time for dinner.
In terms of etiquette, if the host doesn't explicitly keep people, it will be a bit awkward at this point.
Mo Bei stood there for a while, feeling rejected.
Old Wang came over, bit the bullet and began to explain: "The young master must be sick and too uncomfortable. Why don't you go shopping first, I'll let them make something to eat."
"I'll go back." Mo Bei said, and handed the notebook in his hand to Lao Wang: "The captain will read it when he wants to, it's the key point of the exam."
Old Wang nodded immediately: "I will definitely let the young master see it, don't worry, Mo Shao."
Mo Bei picked up his schoolbag and glanced in the direction of the second floor.
She wanted to make him something to eat, or make some medicine for him.
But this is not a base nor a hotel after all.
And there was obvious impatience in his eyes.
Here, she shouldn't need to take care of her.
Mo Bei thought for a while, and said to the butler: "If the captain is feeling bad, you can give him some lozenges, and it will stop coughing a little."
Lao Wang smiled and said: "The private doctor is on the way here, watching our back kitchen cooking, and preparing lozenges and so on."
From this point of view, there is really no place to use her.
Mo Bei didn't say anything more, just "hmm".
This time, she didn't look at the second floor again, and just walked out of the villa.
French windows on the second floor.
Standing there, Feng Nai watched the clear figure go further and further away, the side of his bitten thin lip was overflowing with astonishing red.
He tasted the fishy sweetness of rust, which was the opposite of someone's breath.
He exudes a faint lemon smell.
Let Feng Nai even want to push him down on the sofa just now, forcing that person to do something.
Yes, forced.
He even thought about letting that person's body only remember him.
Not anyone else.
Can't do that.
Feng Nai clearly knew what would happen if he really let out the beast in his heart.
At the beginning, he wanted this person without any scruples.
But now, he understands what people often say.
True liking always comes with restraint.
Because there are more unfaceable.
For example, that person's dislike for him.
Therefore, he will be like that when he is down there.
I personally pushed away the temperature brought by that person.
But there was always a voice in my heart saying.
can you look back at me...
(end of this chapter)