Chapter 1816: Slowly like you 65

Chapter 1816 slowly likes you 65
He put his heart on the couch in his house, and went to find a clean shirt. After all, the clothes that you are wearing now are broken and stained with blood. You can't wear them.
As a result, when he took the clothes and came over, he saw the heart swaying and biting his teeth and standing on the side of the couch. For fear of soiling his seat, he knew that he had not screwed his eyebrows. In the past, I pressed my heart back and ordered: "Let the young man lie down."
My heart is also a gloomy face: "I will go back to rub the medicine myself, I don't need your help."
Mo Zhifei looked at him and suddenly raised his eyebrows: "Well, you dirty my outer shirt, you will lose me a new one, I will let you go."
He glanced at the blood-stained outer shirt that was draped over himself. His face was reddish and he said: "You are draped over me."
"Then I didn't make you dirty. Either you don't leave me alone, or you lose money." Mo knows that it is quite bad. He is determined that this little man will never lose money. Because this little nerd would rather be unwilling to give someone money, how could he lose money?
Sure enough, I stared at Mo Zhifei with a cold look, and licked my lips without snoring.
In a short time, the butler took a medicine box and asked the bottom person to come in with a basin of clean water. He carefully looked at their young master and determined that the young master was not injured, and he was willing to put his eyes on the seat. On the boy on the couch, the boy looked very hurt. The housekeeper was kind enough to help him ask the young master. "Young master, do you want me to ask the doctor to come over?"
I don’t know if he’s white,
Is your family’s young doctor’s doctor?

The housekeeper reacted and couldn’t help but photographed his head.
Mo knows that while opening the medicine box, he told me: "Go and ask the people below to prepare a meal."
When he was only returning to his home, he knew that his heart was much thinner than he looked. He usually saw him wearing a loose loose shirt, thinking that he was just looking thin, but he only knew it when he looked up. There is no weight in the light, and the bones of the hands are also very embarrassing. Obviously, they have not been eating very well...
Therefore, Mo Zhifei also decided that he must have not eaten anything today.
The butler listened to Mo Zhifei’s instructions and nodded and went out to prepare.
Mo Zhifei let the heart take off his shirt. He saw that the clothes on his back were a little oozing. He thought of the unruly stepping on the back of the heart in the tail lane before the git. Can't help but wrinkle my brow.
He is more annoyed. People who feel that they are guilty of this kind of temper are definitely not willing to eat a bit of a loss. Even if they are defamed, he is only based on the premise that he is not required to give money. But even if this is the case, then his own body does not know how to cherish it?
Mo Zhifei is a doctor, and he really can't stand it and practice his body.
However, he didn’t seem to know that he was unconscious. When he knew that he was undressing, he would fade the clothes on his upper body, and then he clearly went to the couch with a division of labor. His face was covered with a pillow, indicating that he knew: Huiluo cream is good, no need to use it."
I don’t know how to act, but I didn’t take care of him. I wiped him back with a wet pad. His movements were as light as possible. I was afraid of hurting this weak little boy, who knows that I don’t know how to feel pain. I didn’t move at that, and there was no reaction at all.
Mo Zhifei looked at the back of the heart, very thin, and the shoulder blades were prominently prominent.
This guy... how can it be so thin.
What kind of nutrients he usually eats...
It’s also a long time since I’ve been able to react to the smell of the ointment. I’m embarrassed and asked,
What do you smudge?

Mo knows that his face is indifferent: "Condensed cream."
Suddenly, my heart was suddenly tightened, I wanted to get up, and I was forced to hold down his hand. "I will smack you, don't let you give money, don't worry."
I was a little angry: "I said it would be better to use a collateral cream."
This is actually a good idea to give him a plaster that he can't afford. The curative cream works very well. It is most suitable for applying skin wounds. Even if the wound is deep, the plaster can be cured quickly. And it won’t leave you...
But this plaster is equivalent to a luxury, except for the real rich people, the bottom people have no chance to afford it...
Of course, I don’t appreciate Mo Zhifei. He hates owing people, but knowing that he is not doing this will only make him more resentful.
Because he doesn't need it, he doesn't need anyone to help him.
However, after knowing what he had heard, he even sneered a sneer: "I think that you are a doctor, you should know that the kind of plaster you have said will only exacerbate your stay."
The heart sinks and breathes: "I don't stay, I have nothing to do with you."
"My good friend, I am kind, can't look down on a broken little boy and do it myself." Mo Zhifei said lazily, and the fingers that applied the wound to the heart were light.
Don't worry: "..."
He endured forbearance, cold and cold lips: "Who are you talking about?"
"Is there any other kid here?" Mo Zhifei grabbed his hand and continued to bandage his fingers.
The fingers of the heart are quite long, but they are very thin, the joints are distinct, the nails are broken, the skin is bleeding, and there are some redness and swelling. It looks particularly pitiful.
When I knew that I was bandaging my fingers, my heart finally knew that it hurt, and my fingers curled up slightly. I didn’t look up at him, I saw my heart on my pillow, my eyebrows were licking, my eyelids were still a little bit. Redness, I don’t know how to move him, "Are you hurting?"
He looked at him coldly and snorted, not snoring.
Mo knows that he has wrapped his ten fingers in a circle and looks particularly fulfilling.
Heartless: ".........you, how do I work?"
"What do you do, it hurts like this, let's rest for you."
I don’t care what I think about it. Anyway, if someone saves him, he must listen to him.
After he wiped the medicine, the housekeeper ordered the person to come in with the meal.
The housekeeper said: "Young master, I don't know what the son loves to eat, so I let the kitchen make one according to the existing ingredients."
Therefore, being forced to put on the ignorance of Mo Zhifei’s clothes, I saw that the dinner table was full of dishes that could not be finished.
Sitting at the table, silent.
When I knew that he didn’t move the chopsticks and thought that he didn’t like to eat, he couldn’t help but say:
Is it not to eat? I don’t like to eat, let the butler withdraw and redo...

The voice did not fall, the heart did not pay attention to him, and finally cold face reached out to take the tableware, but the finger was wrapped in a bandage, did not hold the chopsticks, it fell.
(End of this chapter)