Seize My Boyfriend - B1 (3)

“Who is that man?” After Shen Changliu asked, he felt something was wrong, why should he care about this.

As if he didn’t expect him to ask this question, Mo Zhiyang avoided talking about it, shook his head, and walked towards the kitchen: “You are hungry, I’ll cook for you.” Escaping proves that there is a ghost. The next step was soft, and the whole person fell to the

ground

.

The fruits and vegetables in the bag rolled all over the ground.

Shen Changliu was very angry, but when he saw the man fainting in front of him, he was still taken aback. He took two steps up and hugged him in his arms, and felt something was wrong when he touched the skin.

He panicked all of a sudden: “Why are you so hot?!”

Nonsense, of course I was hot after taking such a long cold shower yesterday! This was Mo Zhiyang’s last thought before his consciousness disappeared.

The cold touch on his forehead made Mo Zhiyang open his eyes, only to realize that it was already dark, and he struggled to remember.

Just in time, Shen Changliu came in with water, saw that he was about to get up, and hurriedly said, “What are you doing?” ”

I…” I really had no strength left, so Mo Zhiyang took advantage of the situation and lay back down again.

“You have a fever of 39°C, why come back?” Shen Changliu was a little angry, went to the bed and sat down, and passed the water glass over: “Aren’t you afraid of death?” Mo Zhiyang was also not angry, and replied weakly: “I’m afraid that you won’t eat, your stomach is bad, and your stomach hurts if you don’t eat.” Feed him water, mouthful by mouthful,

rare tenderness

.

The water dilutes the bitter taste in his mouth. For this task, Mo Zhiyang really did everything he could: “That man is a colleague. He helped me move things yesterday, so I just said a few more words.” Explaining at this time completely hit Shen Changliu’s heart, and suddenly felt that his previous temper was a bit inexplicable: “Have a good rest

.

”

Being looked at by these eyes, Shen Changliu couldn’t help but lied: “Eat.” Mo Zhiyang heaved a sigh of relief, relieved, and acted like a baby to him: ”

Changliu can you hug me, I’m a little tired. ” When he woke up the next day, Mo Zhiyang was already much better, but his whole body was a little weak. He lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and saw his large pajamas, and sneered. Pretentiously, he opened the closet, took out a white shirt that Shen Changliu had worn, and stood in front of the mirror after putting it on, tilting his head and smiling. White lotus is not white, it is black after cutting. Shen Chang stayed in the living room to unpack the takeaway. He didn’t know how to cook, let alone cook for Mo Zhiyang, so he just ordered takeaway, and when he heard footsteps, he turned around and was stunned. He was wearing his own shirt, and because of his stature, the shirt looked extra large. After all, he was 1.87 meters, and he was only 1.76 meters, and he was thin.