High cold male god, sweet and warm

Chapter 758 Prepare Some Boys’ Clothes
When it comes to clothing, Yang Moyan has never liked too much pursuit.

But now I see the boy's whole body.

This made him wonder.

First of all, it's not your own problem.

Instead.

Shouldn't his apartment be stocked with some teenage clothes?
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Take the young man downstairs, and at this time the meals made by the back kitchen are already set on the dining table.

But that was for Yang Moyan.

And the boy is just some simple rice porridge.

It's still the kind of the most liquid food.

There is no spoon, just a straw.

This made Lin Zhaoxia, who had just sat down and saw the bowl of things in front of her, pause for a moment.

Then look up.

His eyes fell.

Comparing the delicacies in front of Young Master Yang, the corners of her lips twitched.

What do you mean?
Is it such a big contrast?
Yang Moyan happened to see the young man's gaze, and he understood the young man's meaning at a glance, and glanced at the young man, "It's your tongue's training period, haven't you heard what the school doctor said? Other flavors."

These words left Lin Zhaoxia speechless.

Besides, she couldn't speak now.

A handsome face that could only be depressed swelled up.

Shengyuan's infirmary is still very reliable.

The school doctors inside are all senior doctors hired by Xiao Ningjun with a lot of money, so they can be trusted enough.

Therefore, there is no need to take the boy down to the hospital and delay the examination time.

When it started, Lin Zhaoxia couldn't eat the rest, because the touch on her tongue was still there, and the wet pain was actually not unbearable.

But once you swallow your saliva or eat.

It is very difficult.

That kind of pain.

It really made Lin Zhaoxia want to perform an explosion in place.

It's something I don't want to feel again in my life.

The straw was biting her lips, but after taking a few sips of the liquid porridge, Lin Zhaoxia frowned and stopped.

The pain in the tongue was unbearable, and even the stomach seemed to be affected, and it became uncomfortable.

A face that was already fair was now even whiter, and the lips that had finally turned a little bloody were white, and there were extremely fine beads of sweat on the forehead and the tip of the nose.

When the boy stopped, Yang Moyan also stopped.

He watched the young man frown, and then frowned, "It hurts?"

Lin Zhaoxia closed her eyes and nodded.

Then he pushed the bowl in front of him forward, as if he didn't want to eat anymore.

Yang Moyan looked over.

The boy in that bowl only drank a few sips, but the amount of food he usually eats has been reduced by dozens of times.

Yang Moyan still remembered that Lin Zhaoxia's stomach was not very good either. Seeing that he had only drank a few mouthfuls of porridge that had hardly moved, his brows were furrowed, "Drink more, you eat too little."

Hearing this, Lin Zhaoxia frowned in pain, and shook her head again.

The face also seemed to be whiter than before.

She was afraid of pain.

The tongue is also a sensitive place.

At this time, the pain was unbearable, and it really made her feel in the mood to do nothing, but she felt extremely uncomfortable, and she couldn't help but burst into tears.

Seeing the young man's twinkling peach blossom eyes seem to have a layer of water mist, and the hazy stars are dotted, Yang Moyan finally sighed, stood up, "Wait for me."

After the words fell, he walked towards the direction of the kitchen.

Lin Zhaoxia sat there without moving.

Because of the pain, she even felt a little dizzy from the belt.

It was no joke that I injured my wrist and fainted from the pain in the fall.

But she really may have doubled the pain compared to others. When she was young, the fingers scratched by leaves were unbearably painful.

(End of this chapter)