Chapter 113: Miss, he vomited blood again.
The survival student roared: "No! He is adopted."
"Oh"
Nan Jia has the feeling of a turned serf who sings happily, she rubs herself chin, god Qing proudly said: "I have a good background in this life, and I can actually bully Mo Yan casually."
"Hey, did you record the way I stepped on Mo Yan just now?" Nan Jia hurriedly said. asked.
There are not many opportunities like this, so you must record it yourself.
The survival student couldn't help shouting: "Nanjia, your task is to reduce the master's darkness value, not for you to fight with the master."
Nan Jia ignored the survival student. Shouting, she asked persistently: "Has it been recorded?"
Survival's arrogance immediately dropped, and it whispered: "Yes, I have forgotten it."
This kind of How can moments not be recorded?
The corner of Nan Jia's mouth immediately curled up. This was definitely his glorious moment and he must remember it.
"Cough cough cough" Suddenly a rapid coughing sound came from behind
"Nanjia, I forgot to tell you that the master of this world is not in good health. He..." Before he could wait, After the survivor finished speaking, Nanjia hurried to Mo Yan's side.
She also complained about Qiu Shengsheng: "He is not in good health, why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Qiu Shengsheng: ...Can you blame me for this?
Wasn't it time for you to be excited?
Nan Jia stretched out her hand to help Mo Yan up, but Mo Yan waved her hand away. Mo Yan lowered his head and belittled himself in a cold voice: "Miss Nan, I won't bother you, I'm afraid of getting dirty. "I took your hand."
Nan Jia blinked, he didn't like him very much.
Who would like being bullied like that and having their dignity trampled on at will?
Mo Yan stood up slowly, holding on to the ground. Such an easy movement seemed to take all Mo Yan's strength.
"Cough cough cough cough cough" Mo Yan bent over slightly and coughed violently.
The thin body and the loose clothes made him look even thinner. Nan Jiadu suspected that a gust of wind could blow him away.
Nan Jia ran to pour water for Mo Yan. She handed the cup to Mo Yan: "Drink some water. Drink some water and you will feel better."
Mo Yan covered his hand with his right hand. mouth, he lightly swept the cup in Nanjia's hand, and then withdrew his gaze. He wrote lightly: "Thank you, Miss Nan, for your kindness. I can't bear it."
Mo Yan let Nan Jia hold the cup, but he had no intention of taking it.
The survivalist reminded in a low voice: "Once you gave Mo Yan some water squeezed with mustard. After drinking it, he coughed for a week and even coughed up blood."
Nanjia's pupils dilated. ……ruthless.
Nan Jia put the cup to her mouth, took a big sip, and handed it to Mo Yan: "This is pure water, there is nothing in it, you can drink it with confidence."
< br>Mo Yan frowned slightly, especially when he saw the lipstick mark on the wall of the cup, displeasure flashed in his eyes.
Nan Jia was angered by Mo Yan's attitude: "Holy shit? Does Qiu Shengsheng despise me? He definitely despises me!"
Survivor: You still need to ask? Bringing humiliation to oneself.
"Hmph" Nan Jia took the cup back and snorted coldly at Mo Yan.
"If you dislike me, then go get some water yourself."
Mo Yan lowered his head and murmured: "Miss Nan, that's not what I meant. Ahem, I I'm just afraid that Miss Nan will dislike me. After all, I..."
Nan Jia waved her hand to interrupt Mo Yan's extremely false words: "Okay, okay, go drink water quickly."
When Nan Jia left, Mo Yan narrowed his eyes slightly. Nan Jia was different today. Did he think of some new way to torture himself?
Mo Yan took out a disposable paper cup and walked to the water dispenser.
Mo Yan raised his cup to cover his sharp and cold smile.
For a fool like Nan Jia, what solution can she think of? It's nothing more than not giving him food, verbally humiliating him, and letting his servants bully him. She didn't dare to kill herself.
Stupid and cowardly, if it were me, I would definitely let the people I hate die silently instead of using these painless means.
Nanjia returned to her room to accept the complete memory of this world.
Nan Jiacheng slumped on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.
“How can this be fun?”
“Why do I treat Mo Yan so badly in this world? Can this also reduce the darkness value?”
The survivalist patted Nanjia and said, "Nanjia, you can do it."
Nanjia turned his head, with some joy in his eyes: "Ah, Qishengsheng, I didn't expect you to believe me so much. Do you think I'm very powerful?"
" Hahaha." The survival student chuckled awkwardly, with a flash of disgust towards Nan Jia at the end of his eyes.
It does not believe in Nanjia, but believes in the master.
He is very unsure. If Nannan coaxes him a few words, he will fall.
Oh, it's really embarrassing.
Nan Jia sat up suddenly: "I don't seem to have let Mo Yan eat tonight, how about I go and deliver food to him now?"
Sending food to him should be nice. Ease the relationship between the two, right?
But Nanjia hesitated again: "If I suddenly treat him well, won't he become suspicious?"
"Then if you don't treat him well, you will always be in confrontation?"
Nan Jia rubbed his hands: "It needs a turning point. For example, he helped me and saved me. This also has a good reason for him."
The more Nan Jia thought about it, the more feasible it became: "I will do it in a while Contact a few gangsters and ask them to deliberately rob me in front of Mo Yan, and then he scares the gangsters away, hero Save the beauty!"
Shengshengchiya said: "Nan Jiajia, what are you thinking about? What makes you think that the master will save you? He will definitely think of himself as a blind man and then leave." br>
Not only did he pretend to be blind, he also coughed and pretended to be in poor health and walked away slowly.
“Hey” Nanjia sighed.
Nanjia thought seriously for two minutes. If he doubted it, just doubt it. He was not in good health to begin with, and his body would break down after every meal.
Nan Jia got up and went downstairs to ask Aunt Li to help cook a bowl of wontons.
Aunt Li took out the wontons she had wrapped in the morning from the refrigerator. She was still saying: "Miss Nan, are you hungry? You want me to say don't diet, eat when you are hungry. How can your body be healthy if you don't eat? Can you bear it?”
Nan Jia said sarcastically: “It’s not cooked for me, it’s for Mo Yan.” Put it back in the bag. Looking at the five wontons that had been put into the pot, she looked a little pity.
Aunt Li tied the wonton bag, picked it up and walked towards the refrigerator: "Then I'll change to quick-frozen wontons."
"Miss, you should have told me earlier that they were cooked for Mo Yan. These five wontons have been wasted."
Nan Jia blinked in surprise, what does this mean? Does this mean that Mo Yan is not worthy of eating this wonton? He can only eat frozen food?
Nan Jia hurriedly stopped: "No, Aunt Li, just cook this."
Aunt Li looked at the wontons in her hand, she was not very happy: "Huh? Cook this? That's not it. Wasted.”
Aunt Li suddenly figured it out in a flash of inspiration. She looked at Nan Jia with a smile as if she had read through Nan Jia's mind.
A new dimension has opened, hahahaha, happy.
(End of this chapter)