Chapter 52

"Well, it's expensive." With that, Mo Jing Yao glanced at her clothes.

"How expensive is it? Five thousand? "

"Fifty thousand." He never makes a fuss about it. The processing cost is 20000 yuan. As for the food materials, he just says 30000 yuan.

Because all the ingredients of this table are organic. Vegetables grow green without chemical fertilizer. Ordinary supermarkets can't buy them. It's really cheap to say 30000 yuan.

"Mo Jingyao, why don't you rob it?" Yu se jumps up and reaches out to pinch the back of Mo Jingyao's hand.

As soon as Mo Jingyao saw her gesture, he quietly put down the kebab in his hand, and handed a hand like a work of art to her, "pinch."

As a result, Yu se Dun did not interest in pinching.

That's boring.

"Then I don't need it."

"Well, it's better not to." He was only willing to prepare these ingredients for her alone, others, he was not willing to.

He said he was stingy. He was inviting her to a barbecue.

Forget it, she doesn't have the same insight with him. She and her classmates would like to eat common ingredients.

"Mo Jingyao, why don't you eat it?" She was full, but not enough, so she was still working hard with her round stomach.

"When you're finished." He felt that the speed of his barbecue was not enough for her to eat. If he ate with her, the little girl would have to drool greedily.

Then eat phase, tut tut.

But he just likes to watch, nobody cares.

"I'm full, but I haven't had enough. I can eat while I'm baking. I'll bake. You can eat." Yu se found that he was about to become a capitalist, so he pushed Mo Jingyao onto the massage chair with absolute kindness.

Mo Jingyao glanced at the bamboo sticks which were destroyed by metaphor. If she ate it again, he would worry about her stomach and intestines, "OK."

Compared with the language of color, Mo Jingyao's eating style is much more gentle. Every time he looks back, the man eats slowly and slowly.

"Aren't you hungry? Why eat so slowly? Or did you steal a meal when I didn't wake up? "

"No

"Eat quickly, and be careful of your stomach." I didn't expect that he didn't have lunch, but just when she was eating, he had been quietly barbecue for her.

It depends on Mo Jingyao, and his popularity has been improved.

The metaphor was baking, and suddenly I found that there was a dark shadow wriggling in the receding tide, "someone."

Her voice, Mo Jingyao instant to her side, "where?"

Then, following the figurative finger, he saw, "wait for me here, don't go anywhere."

Only a distance of more than 10 meters, and there was no one else within 500 meters except the one who was not far away. Mo Jingyao was relieved to pass by.

People who have experienced traffic accidents are naturally alert to anyone close to them.

"Help Help... " Two steps away from the man, Mo Jingyao stopped.

If it wasn't for color, he wouldn't pay attention to this person.

It doesn't matter whether he is dead or alive.

However, Yu se likes to treat patients and save people, so he satisfies her good habit.

It's a woman.

However, in Mo Jingyao's eyes, he only recognized that she was a woman. He did not feel at all about the delicate face of a woman.

"I'll take you to the hospital right away." Since I can speak, I can't die without choking on the sea water.

"Thank you." The woman nodded, her head fell on the beach, no longer had the strength to move and speak again.

Mo Jingyao called the car and left.

"How is she?" Yu se thought that the man would carry the man back to cure him. Unexpectedly, he came back alone.

"No, she'll be picked up by a car later."

"I'll go and have a look." Yu se said he would put down the kebab in his hand.

"She can talk, she's conscious, just send her to the hospital. I don't want to get into trouble." In the latter sentence, Mo Jingyao's pronunciation is very heavy.

There are too many people to kill him, so the less contact with people, the better.

That's the best way to protect yourself.

He said this, metaphorical color recalled his car accident, and then looked at the direction of the woman, in the end, or stopped.

Choking the sea water, as long as the sea water spits out, she can't help anything, after all, people are sober.

So, metaphor went back to the oven and continued to barbecue.

The picture of two people baking and eating is freehand on the long beach, which is so beautiful.

There's a car coming.

It's not an ambulance. It's a private car arranged by Mo Jingyao.

Don't want to disturb ambulances and police.

He loved the quiet moment.

Two women carried the choking woman to the car."Cough..." The woman coughed violently.

She also attracted the metaphor to look at the past, and then she put down the kebab in her hand, a few steps rushed over, "are you sick?"

This cough is not a simple person who only chokes the sea water.

It's a feeling of dying.

"Cough, the person who was going to die, I also want to die early and give birth early, but I just can't give up my poor son." The woman coughed and sobbed.

At the same time, a message flashed through his mind.

The woman's illness is very serious. It's late.

"How old is the son?"

"Three years old. It's a good voice to call mom." When a woman talks about her son, her pale face shines with brilliance.

I feel a pain in my heart.

Every child yearns for her mother's love, and she is.

"When you get out of the hospital, you go back to buy some radish and lotus root, squeeze juice, about 30 ml each. Take it once a day in the morning and evening, which will relieve the vomiting of blood."

"You How do you know I spit blood The woman was startled.

"You don't look good," he said

When the woman heard this, she immediately broke away from the two people who had taken her to the car, climbed directly in front of Yu Se and kowtowed to her, "will you cure me? If it's good, I'll give you back all my life. "

"I can't fix it for the time being." She has just searched in her mind for a long time, only found this simple folk prescription to relieve hematemesis. As for the radical cure, there is no such method in her mind.

Therefore, in order to cure this woman, she has to add some medical knowledge, which needs the help of Mo Jingyao.

Without his jade, she couldn't help it.

"You must have a way. You can see at a glance that I often vomit blood. You are more powerful than those old Chinese doctors. They can't see that I spit blood at a glance." When a woman is excited, she should hold the hand of metaphor, for fear that it will run away.

"Stop it." Don't want to, a drink came, directly stopped her.

It's Mo Jingyao.

Metaphorical hand can only be grasped by him, no one else can, even a woman.