Chapter 145

"No

"My aunt said you were sick." I wish Xu's words are sincere.

"No

"Then why do you take the medicine? It's bitter. "

"Conditioning your body." Mo Jingyao said calmly, then looked at the metaphor, "bitter."

Yu se patted his hand, "No

He lied to Zhu Xu, but it was absolutely impossible to cheat her.

She knows more about his illness than anyone else.

Even found out the cause of his illness.

Mo Jingyao sighed and his eyes fell on the packet of candy on the tea table. "I haven't eaten any candy for many years."

"I haven't eaten it for a long time, aunt. You've eaten all of them. Can I have one?" Wish Xu to follow the coax.

The nose is sour.

It is a small acid and a large acid.

He hasn't eaten candy for years?

Yes, he didn't feel much after eating.

It's not good to eat too much sweet food, so why eat it.

Thinking of this, she personally peeled two, one to Zhu Xu, one to Mo Jingyao, "eat."

Lujiang bought naturally the best.

It's his habit.

Because it is a metaphor for color, it is equivalent to what Mo Jingyao wanted.

In Mo Jingyao's body, once thought impossible, now because of metaphor, it seems that everything is possible.

Gu Yinan also sent a video of Mo Jingyao apologizing to Yu se yesterday, and Lu Jiang was stupefied.

Therefore, when buying for Yu se, I was afraid that Mo Jingyao would take a bite if he was not normal. Therefore, naturally, he chose the best brand to buy.

Candy is sweet but not greasy, and it is not particularly sweet. It is very healthy.

Mo Jingyao gently and slowly in the mouth, as if chewing wax to eat, no feeling.

The metaphor color is fixed to look at him, see him or before that slow chewing speed, can not help but wring eyebrows.

"Ten more minutes, are you in a hurry?"

"I'm the president." If he wants to ask for leave, he should ask himself, which is meaningless, "what about you?"

"I sent a message to An'an last night, asking her to ask teacher Zhang for leave for me. I also sent a message to teacher Zhang." Last night, she made arrangements for this morning, so she didn't panic.

Mo Jingyao's eyes are deep and quiet, and they are metaphorical.

I didn't expect that in order to cure his taste buds, she was so attentive.

For a moment, even if she said he was old now, he could not let her go.

"Auntie, I still want to eat candy, OK?" Mo Jingyao's food is tasteless, but Zhu Xu is different. The sugar is so delicious that it is more delicious than what he has ever eaten before. He still wants it.

"OK." Yu se took a piece and handed it to him, "peel it yourself."

"Oh yeah." It doesn't matter if you can eat it.

Yu se was watching Zhu Xu peel the candy, and then he listened to the man's low dumb voice: "I want it too."

"You are a big man, you..." The metaphor subconsciously began to fragmentary read, but half of the time, suddenly remembered that her candy was originally prepared for Mo Jingyao.

She was so smart that she prepared candy because she was afraid that he would be afraid to drink medicine.

It would have forgotten that the medicine she had prepared for him was for his taste buds.

Since it is prepared for him, and he has not eaten it for many years, it is better to give it to him.

Even if it doesn't taste, it's a candy.

A piece of sugar handed to Mo Jingyao, "you eat."

"You peel."

"You enslave me."

"Uncle Mo, I'll peel it for you." Over there, the delicious Zhu Xu couldn't see any more. He offered to give Mo Jingyao some candy and handed it to him.

Mo Jingyao took a look at the candy on his little hand, and he was a little disgusted.

He only ate metaphors and peeled them to him.

But the little guy didn't know about Mo Jingyao's mind at the moment. He only knew that he didn't want to see the quarrel between Mo Jingyao and Yu se. They scared him when they two adults were making trouble yesterday afternoon.

Yu se also found, reached out to push Mo Jingyao, "eat."

"Then you peel another one." Otherwise, he won't eat the promised.

He had no choice but to peel one to him.

Mo Jingyao took two of them together.

It's still chewing slowly.

Suddenly, he stopped.

"What's the matter?" Yuse always thinks that the effect of medicine should not be so fast, after all, it has not been long before.

"Sweet."

One word.

It's really just one word.

There is a sour feeling in the eyes.

It was a feeling that Mo Jingyao had not felt for many years.

"Is it sweet?" The color of his eyes lit up and he wanted to try for Mo Jingyao.

"A little bit, light." Mo Jingyao told the truth, and then he saw the small face of the metaphor. Then he said, "I haven't felt this for many years. Xiaose, thank you.""Really?" The metaphor hands on his shoulder and looks at him nervously.

Obviously, he said that he felt a little bit, but she still wanted to confirm it again.

"Well, really."

"Mo Jingyao, eat this again." Yu se takes out a bag of snacks that look very spicy. After tearing open the mouth of the bag, he gives it to Mo Jingyao.

Mo Jingyao looks at the snacks in his hand. He never eats them.

"Try it. Only stimulating food can stimulate your taste buds faster." Yu se had to persuade Mo Jingyao.

"Good." Mo Jingyao had to eat a small piece.

"Do you feel it? It's spicy, just a little bit. "

Mo Jingyao felt for a moment, "it seems a little bit."

"Mm-hmm, continue to take medicine in the evening, and when the ten pairs are finished, you will be cured." Zizizi looks at Mo Jingyao. In fact, when Luo Wan forced her to ration him at first, she hated him when she looked at him.

But after a long time together, knowing the reason why he was dying and knowing that he was actually more lonely than her, she did not blame him.

It was not his fault.

It's the fault of the man who made that car.

It's also bad for people who lost their taste buds since childhood.

"Yes, I will."

Zhu Xu jumped off the sofa, he did not understand, did not understand, pulling the metaphor of the corner of the clothes, "Mo uncle health what disease? Is it serious? It's not like my mother's disease, is it

With that, he had a small face in mourning.

Tears are coming down.

Yu SE's heart is warm, and children's mind to distinguish good and bad people is the most direct and intuitive. Although Mo Jingyao usually has a cold face, Zhu Xu still feels that Mo Jingyao is good to him.

Otherwise this moment will not say cry, will cry.

"Not heavy." Mo Jingyao saw that Zhu Xu was worried and gave a blunt reply.

Yu se is funny and holds Zhu Xu. "Uncle Mo's illness is not serious, that is, he can't eat anything. He's not as heavy as your mother's, and he'll get better soon."

"Really?" Zhu Xu sobbed, is really worried about Mo Jingyao.

"Really, don't worry. There are no fake hands and bad people in this medicine. Your uncle Lu caught and fried the medicine himself. There won't be any fake." The metaphor explained at random.

Zhu Xu was sensitive.

"My mother's medicine was fake?"