I Wish Mo All the Best

Qianmo went to the hospital with the side dishes she stewed for soup and the scallion pancakes she bought on the roadside. Before going upstairs, she stood downstairs and took out a telescope to look up. Don't ask her why she brought this with her.

Sure enough, looking through the open window into the room, a man in short-sleeved shirts was doing gestures there, haha... Tai Chi? !

For a restless person like Chang Mo, the most uncomfortable thing about being sick is lying there doing nothing. For him, Tai Chi is almost just a warm-up. He hasn't really practiced boxing yet, let alone Mention those high-intensity physical training sessions.

Ever since I received a text message about having lunch with my goddess, I started to get very excited. I felt uncomfortable lying there without doing anything.

Qianmo carried the things and went to the door and made a shushing gesture. The man guarding Yu Changmo glanced at the door sympathetically, Boss, please wish yourself well.

Qianmo stepped lightly and opened the door as quickly as possible. She saw that the man who was pushing his hand had not had time to retract his hand. He turned around and saw her. He almost immediately stood up and slapped the wall with his outstretched hand, all in one movement. , and still spoke plausibly.

"Watch mosquitoes."

If I hadn't used a telescope downstairs to observe it, I would have been fooled.

Qianmo put the rice on the bedside, pulled the stool and sat up firmly, crossed her legs, crossed her hands on her chest, and looked at him with the gaze of a class teacher.

She didn't know how to make fun of him, or he didn't even bother to use it. She could just look at him.

Yu Changmo walked to the window with a paralyzed face, turned his back to her, and said deeply to the distant scenery.

"If you don't move your body, it will be very uncomfortable."

"Yeah." Please continue with your serious nonsense.

Although I didn't look back, I still had a tingling feeling spreading from my waist up. It wasn't the fear of a phobia, but a kind of indescribable complexity, panic, sweetness, and a bit indescribable complexity - of course. This kind of petty fear, seen from an outsider's perspective, is commonly known as henpeckiness.

Yu Changmo searched through all the words in his stomach, trying to find a reason to convince her. Qianmo watched him with a smile as he choked on his stomach.

"Next time, if I see you acting recklessly regardless of your health, I will..."

He waited on tenterhooks for a long time without waiting for the next step. When he turned around, he saw Qian Ying behind him, her slender fingers lifted his chin in a standard provocative manner, and she exhaled like a blue breath.

"How did you feel when you fainted yesterday?"

He was dizzy for a while, and Qianmo took back his hand, returned to her position again, and wrote down the change. When there is no situation, the frequency of phobia is quite high.

Yu Changmo leaned on the window sill and almost shouted the same slogan as Lin Xiang, don't pity him just because he is a patient, it doesn't matter if he doesn't feel good, come on, come on~

It's a pity that Qianmo didn't get his hint of madness - mainly because this guy's face gets paralyzed when he's nervous, so it's weird to understand.

She retracted her hand, and he regretted it, taking advantage of the time to calm down his fear to look at her secretly.

Today, Qianmo is still wearing no makeup, her hair is tied up casually, and she wears simple short-sleeves and jeans, but why she looks so good... is really a mystery that will never be solved.

The ward with her in it was not that cold. She poured the soup and handed it to him. She also poured a portion for herself, but she was not in a hurry to eat it. She just looked at him.

She didn't move her chopsticks, and neither did he. Although her eyes were fixed on the bowl, he could still feel her gaze as she looked over, and her heart beat like a drum.

It feels great to sit together in silence.

"Do you feel uncomfortable when I sit here?"

He shook his head.

Qianmo moved forward a little more and continued to shake his head.

She was testing his disease area, which was one of the main purposes of her visit today.

The distance went from three meters to one meter, and he still didn't react when he got closer. The distance had shortened to half a meter, and he still didn't react.

"Look at my face and try it."

He took a look and saw that her face looked really good up close, with no pores visible and no pimples at all.

It's okay to look at her eyes at such a close distance. Is her phobia coming back again? Qianmo had to test the scope of the disease before making a further diagnosis. As a result, he didn't faint even at this distance. She was waiting for further contact when she saw cold sweat streaking across his forehead, his hands clenched into fists, and his pupils dilated...

Is this... another attack?

The corners of Qianmo's mouth twitched.

"You're not trying to endure the discomfort on purpose, are you?" Is this guy a devil?

Just to be closer to him, he endured the discomfort?

"No." He moved his head away with difficulty. It was okay not to look at it, but he felt dizzy when he looked at it. He relied on his strong self-control to suppress it. Yu Changmo kept telling himself to hold on, just in case she came over later.

When a mental illness encounters the right girl, extreme pain meets the greatest happiness. It is torture, but it is also inextricably sweet.

"Disobedient little boys will be punished." Her hand touched his face, and their bodies were pressed together.

On the one hand, the body is about to collapse due to the disease, and on the other hand, the heart is shouting crazily, don't stop!

Pain and happiness.

Seeing her holding his face, like a queen patrolling her territory, his hands were also suspended in the air, ready to give her a hug.

The door opened.

"I'm so pitiful, Brother Mo, ah~"

Qianmo quickly pushed him away. His deep black eyes were filled with disappointment. Then he looked at the uninvited guest who broke in with a murderous look in his eyes. Regardless of who came in, he had the urge to beat them up.

Suddenly I saw a girl standing at the door wearing a pink dress with pink lace piping, pink high-heeled sandals, pink hairpins, pink eye shadow, and pink lips. He was also holding a powder bag in his hand.

I heard her voice before I saw her, and with this delicate voice, I probably wanted to create the feeling of a pink princess. Unfortunately, I met the silent goddess who can hold her breath without clothes.

Stopping next to Qianmo, she looks a bit like a fashionable girl from the urban-rural fringe of the 18th tier who mistakenly entered the Victoria's Secret model show to compete with the Queen of Wings. She was pseudo-exquisite and really domineering, and was instantly outclassed.

The girl first stared at the "vixen" in "her" Brother Mo's arms with unfriendly eyes, and found that the "vixen" looked really good and looked familiar——

"Chen Qianmo?! Why are you here? If we separate, why are you hugging my brother Mo!"

When Qianmo saw it was her, she stepped back without leaving a trace and pushed Xiao Hei out.

The woman here is her high school classmate, Zhen Ni.

Jenny Zhen is a weirdo.

Her father, Zhenka, is said to be a very upright man, but Zhenni is nothing like her father. He has a lot of big and small problems. He uses chicken feathers as arrows to bully Qianmo. In the end, he was fired for violating discipline. It can be said that he does not have the heroic appearance of her father at all. , Qianmo felt that this child with long CI might look like her mother, Xuxue.