Chapter 393 Chapter Ninety-three Saving the little pitiful...
Forget it, what are you struggling for?
What difference does it make between living and dead? Anyway, I have nothing to worry about.
Mo Yan lay quietly on the ground, his eyes empty.
The survival student hurriedly shouted: "Nannan, get up, Mo Yan is lying on the ground and can't get up. Now is a good opportunity to strengthen our relationship!"
Nanjia sat up suddenly, put on her pajamas and rushed out.
The moment she opened the door to her room, Nanjia stopped.
She has to think of a reason.
Nanjia glanced at the wine bottle aside, and she suddenly thought of what to do.
Nan Jia picked up the wine bottle and poured some of the remaining bottom onto himself.
"Dang Dang Dang"
Mo Yan raised his head and looked in the direction of the door. How could someone knock on the door so late?
The man outside seemed to have drunk too much: "Is anyone at home? I am your next door neighbor. Do you have any wine at home?"
Mo Yan put his head back again .
No reply? Nanjia's expression became serious, but his tone was still like a drunkard: "You clearly turned on the light, why didn't you say anything?"
"Dang Dang Dang" Nanjia knocked on the door louder.
The sound of knocking on the door made Mo Yan very irritated. He said to himself: "Stop knocking. I don't have any wine at home, and I don't have the strength to open the door for you. You can leave."< br>
Mo Yan didn’t want to let people outside the door hear him. After all, the sound insulation effect of high-end residential areas was good.
But Nanjia, who was still alive, heard clearly: "Can't move? Will something happen to you? Wait for me, I will rescue you right away."
Nanjia returned to his home: "To survive, can I climb over the balcony and into his room?"
"This is the 16th floor, are you sure?"
Nanjia walked to the balcony, she clapped her hands and said firmly: "Yes." "Dang", Mo Yan suddenly heard a loud voice coming from his balcony.
Mo Yan had a look of surprise on his face, that person wouldn’t have turned over, right?
No way? Isn't she afraid of being thrown to death? Or is it because she drank too much and went crazy?
Next, Mo Yan heard the sound of his room door being opened.
A woman smelling of alcohol rushed to his side and asked worriedly: "Are you okay? Can you still get up?"
Looking at the sudden appearance of the person, Mo Mo The first thing Yan felt was not gratitude, but the feeling that he should seal off the balcony as soon as possible.
But Mo Yan turned around and thought, there is still money to spend on sealing the balcony, so forget it.
Next time, lock the door and not let her in again.
Nan Jia was frightened by Mo Yan. She stretched out her hand in front of Mo Yan and asked, "Are you talking? Are you okay? Are you still conscious? What day is this?"
Mo Yan He whispered: "I just have a simple stomachache, I'm not stupid, you Go and take out the medicine box from under the TV cabinet."
"Oh, okay."
Nan Jia found the medicine box: "Which one do you want to take?"
"Omeprazole"
Nanjia handed the medicine to Mo Yan, but she was still worried: "To survive, can I just take this medicine?"
Mo Yan couldn't even feel the pain anymore, and he didn't even need to go to the hospital just to take medicine. of?
"Okay, but he hasn't eaten all day today..."
Nan Jia immediately understood the meaning of survival. She helped Mo Yan up and put him on the sofa. superior.
"I'm going to cook you some food, you have a good rest here."
Mo Yan looked at Nan Jia, this person seemed too familiar, right?
Nanjia opened the refrigerator, but there was nothing inside, and the refrigerator was not even plugged in.
(End of this chapter)