Raising you this small stuff

Mo Yi Cheng frowned slightly, Chen Jiao followed him for some time, usually not so handy at all, several times this situation, are when Mo Yi Yan appeared.

"It's okay, no need to go shopping, go clean up after yourself." Mo Yi Cheng spoke, this is a personal private matter, he did not want to interfere.

Chen Jiao nodded in a panic, grabbed the broken juice bottle, turned his head and left.

Not far away, Qian He looked at Chen Jiao staggering away from the bulky back, snickered, "fat into this look, also out of the messy eyesore!" In terms of feelings, sometimes people's sixth sense is very accurate, Qian He has vaguely perceived that Chen Jiao has some strange thoughts about Mo Yi Yan, but he has never taken this height of one meter seventy-five weighing one hundred and eighty-nine pounds of greasy fat as an opponent. His fat look, if Mo Yi Yan can look at him sow can be on the tree. Although there is no threat, but his own lover is such an ugly thing like, let him feel very disgusting, also ignore the Mo Yi Cheng is still in, on the export of sarcasm.

Although Mo Yi Yan usually pampered this little lover, but this time still blame a, "Qian He, how to speak."

Qian He glanced at Mo Yi Yan's gloomy face, knowing that this man still has to be more protective of his brother, his temperament weakened, "I ...... I did not mean to."

"All right, pay attention to what you say in the future, beat the dog but also look at the master."

"Wow!" Chen Jiao hands a force, the juice bottle dropped the sharp mouth in the hand cut a mouth, blood gushed out at once.

Mo Yi Yan told Qian He to go aside and wait for himself, then came over to greet his gloomy-faced brother.

"I heard from the housekeeper that you went home the other day?"

"Yes." Mo Yi Cheng spoke nonchalantly.

"...... Mom called me and asked me to persuade you about that Lin Mengxue, of course I'm not acting as a lobbyist today. Just you know Mom's character, if I do not run a trip, this matter is not finished." The three brothers of the Mo family's high-cold persona all had to collapse here in Mo's mother.

Mo Yi Cheng nodded his head to show his understanding.

When Chen Jiao came back again, Mo Yi Yan had already picked up the next play of Qian He left.

Chen tangled a hand has been shrunken inside the sleeve, thick glasses behind the lens of the fat squeezed not too big eyes some red.

"Chen Jiao."

"Brother Mo?"

"The people who can stay by my side are very good."

"Hmm?" Chen Jigou froze for a moment before he reacted that Mo Yi Cheng was comforting himself and gratefully said, "Thank you, Brother Mo."

Chen Tang called out one mouthful of Brother Mo, in fact, Chen Tang's age is two years older than Mo Yi Cheng, exactly 30 years old this year. At that time, the company's people brought him over after the introduction, said directly: "Called Mo." Chen Zheng called Mo. Mo Yi Cheng looked like he had not long graduated from college, so he did not correct, and later found that he was older than he was used to call.

"In the future, when you encounter people bullying you have to learn to fight back."

"...... good."

Mo Yi Cheng knows that he said so is not very useful, Chen Jiao's soft nature, gentle and modest, told him to go and others pinpoint picture unimaginable.

"Forget it, it just so happens that there is no work tonight, you get off early, go back and have a good rest."

"Thank you, Brother Mo."

On the way back to the hotel, Mo Yi Cheng opened his phone and logged into the game, wanting to see how the little thing had watched the movie, only to find Wish So curled up in bed asleep.

Probably tired of watching, the little thing since the computer has got to sit in front of a few hours every day, holding and watching non-stop. The rest of the time in front of the small desk scribbling, connected to the computer drawing board wish sow still can not understand, so most of the time are sketched on paper, and then also very embarrassed to hide not to Mo Yi Cheng see. Since the addition of these devices, the little thing is obviously more easily tired than before, it seems that in the future to limit his time to watch movies and draw.

Mo Yi Cheng tucked in the corner of the blanket for Wantso and quit the game, not noticing that Wantso's breathing was sharper than usual and the blush on his face was not normal.

Time rewinds to two hours ago.

The first thought was that he had a headache from crying, and then after sitting at the small table for a while, he felt sick in his stomach and ran to the bathroom and threw up.

[System message: elf, your current physical condition is reduced to "poor", please ask if you want to contact the player through a message.

The actual fact is that you can find a lot of people who have been in the business for a long time. Mo Yi Cheng is now working, very busy, and he also used to have stomach pains and vomiting, after a good night's sleep is fine.

"No ...... need not."

The system again determined that it did not need to send a message and disappeared at the wall.

Wish Suo drank some water, climbed into bed, into the small quilt inside, the head more and more drowsy, muffled coughing incessantly, the stomach inside also churning, after a while really drowsy sleep.

When Mo Yi Cheng entered the game, wishing Soso had already fallen asleep for almost an hour.

--The first thing you need to do is to get back to the game.

Mo Yi Cheng came back from the gym, will tomorrow's script again, repeatedly familiar with, figure out the characters, found some places to understand is not thorough enough and contacted the director to discuss the relevant details.

When you open your phone again, Mo Yi Cheng found something wrong.

May Sow still maintain the previous posture, shortness of breath, face flushed, eyebrows tightly knitted, fleshy mouth without the usual hydration, open a large mouth gasping for air.

"Dudu?" Mo Yi Cheng called out.

May So did not move.

"Dududu, get up." Mo Yi Cheng raised his voice.

"Well. Winsor moved, he heard Mo Yi Cheng's voice, and wanted to respond to him, but his eyelids were too heavy, and his body was in pain, so he couldn't move at all.

Mo Yi Cheng was a little panicked.

Nervously click on the game interface, find the medical column. The current state of the elf's health is shown above a red "poor" word.

The company's main business is to provide a wide range of products and services to its customers.

System message: First aid application has been submitted, please wait patiently.

[System message: In queue ......]

Three minutes later, Mo Yi Cheng could not wait any longer, the game inside the wish sow in his sleep has begun to cough lowly.

Mo Yi Cheng anxiously took out another cell phone and dialed the phone out.

Liang Shaoning is the Mo family's private doctor, not very old, but highly skilled in medicine. When he received the call, he had just put his two young children to bed.

The level of anxiety on Mo Yi Cheng's side of the phone made him not hesitate to wake up his wife who had been working in the hospital all day and had just fallen asleep, then he couldn't even change his clothes, put on his jacket and ran downstairs, driving all the way to the hotel in a hurry.

The front desk of the hotel has been notified, see Liang Shaoning politely and eagerly greeted up, led him to the elevator, the two almost jogged to the door of the room where Mo Yi Cheng.

Before Liang Shaoning knocked, the door opened, apparently Mo Yi Cheng had already waited at the door.

Mo Yi Cheng was wearing a robe, his hair was still half wet, and his usual calm and collected demeanor no longer existed.

Liang Shaoning nervous up, it seems the situation is very tricky ...... phone call Mo Yi Cheng only said that an 18-year-old teenager, the rest of the situation to him to say when he arrived, is it?

Liang Shaoning entered the room and automatically went through the living room and towards the bedroom inside.

"Dr. Liang." Mo Yi Cheng called out to him.