Chapter 9: Elf, the current physical condition is reduced to "poor"

Mo Yicheng frowned slightly, and Chen Jiao had been by his side for some time, and he was not so busy at all. This happened several times when Mo Yiyan appeared.
"It's okay, don't buy it, go and pack yourself." Mo Yicheng said, this is a personal matter, and he doesn't want to interfere.
Chen Jiao nodded in a hurry, grabbed the broken juice bottle, turned his head and left.
Not far away, Qian He looked at Chen Jiao's cumbersome back and sneered, "I'm so fat like this, but I also came out to obstruct my eyes!" In terms of emotion, sometimes people's sixth sense is very accurate, Qian He He had faintly noticed that Chen Jiao had some strange thoughts about Mo Yiyan, but he had never regarded this greasy fat man who was 1.75 meters tall and weighed 190 kilograms as his opponent. With his fat appearance, if Mo Yiyan could see him, sows could climb the tree. Although there is no threat, his lover is liked by such an ugly thing, which makes him feel very disgusting. Regardless of Mo Yicheng's existence, he expresses sarcasm.
Although Mo Yiyan usually spoiled this little lover, he still blamed this time, "Qianhe, how do you talk."
Qian He caught a glimpse of Mo Yiyan's gloomy expression, knowing that this man still needs to protect his younger brother more, and his aura weakened, "I...I didn't mean it."
"Okay, pay more attention to what you say in the future. It depends on the owner to beat the dog."
"Wow!" Chen Jiao pressed his hand, and the sharp mouth of the broken juice bottle made a cut in his hand, and blood poured out all at once.
Mo Yiyan told Qian He to wait for him, and then came over to say hello to his gloomy brother.
"Listen to the housekeeper, you went home the other day?"
"Yes." Mo Yicheng said coldly.
"... Mom called me and asked me to persuade you about Lin Mengxue. Of course, I am not a lobbyist today. It's just that you know Mom's character. If I don't make a trip, the matter will be endless. "The high-cold set of the three brothers of the Mo family had to collapse here.
Mo Yicheng nodded his understanding.
When Chen Jiao returned, Mo Yiyan had already taken the money for the next play and left.
Chen Jiao kept one hand tucked into his sleeve, and his eyes were a little red behind the heavy spectacles.
"Chen Jiao."
"Mo brother?"
"The people who can stay with me are excellent."
"Huh?" Chen Jiao was taken aback, only to realize that Mo Yicheng was comforting himself, and said gratefully, "Thank you, Brother Mo."
Chen Jiao yelled one Mo Ge. In fact, Chen Jiao was two years older than Mo Yicheng, and he was exactly 30 years old this year. When the company's people brought him over and introduced him, they just said: "Just call Mo Ge." Chen Jiao called Mo Ge. Mo Yicheng looked at him as if he had just graduated from university, so he didn't correct it. Later, he found out that he had become a habit when he was older than himself.
"You have to learn to fight back when you encounter someone bullying you."
"……it is good."
Mo Yicheng knew that what he said was not very useful. Chen Jiao's temperament was soft, gentle and humble, and it was unimaginable for him to go with others to pinpoint the Maimang picture.
"Forget it, it just happens that there is no work tonight, you can get off work early, go back and have a good rest."
"Thank you Brother Mo."
On the way back to the hotel, Mo Yicheng turned on his mobile phone to log in to the game. He wanted to see how the little things movies were watching, but found that Yuan Suo was curled up in the bed and fell asleep.
I'm probably tired from watching. Since I got a computer, I have to sit in front of me for a few hours every day, holding and watching. I spent the rest of the time painting and painting in front of the small desk, connected to the computer drawing board, I would like to ask for it. I didn’t understand, so most of the time I sketched on paper, and then I was embarrassed to hide it from Mo Yicheng Look. Since adding these equipments, the little things are obviously more tired than before. It seems that he will have to limit his time to watch movies and paint in the future.
Mo Yicheng helped Yuansuo tuck the quilt corners and quit the game, but did not notice that Yuansuo's breathing was faster than usual, and the blush on his face was abnormal.
Time goes back to two hours ago.
I wished to see "A Dog's Mission" with my nose and tears. I felt a little dizzy. At first I thought it was a headache from crying. Later, after sitting at a small table for a while, I felt that my stomach was also very bad. Uncomfortable, then ran to the bathroom and vomited.
[System message: Elf, your current physical condition is reduced to "poor", please ask if you want to contact the player through a message. 】
Yuan Suo clutched her belly, her face pale, thinking about it and shook her head. Mo Yicheng is now at work and very busy, and he has had stomach pains and vomiting before, so he just slept.
"No... no more."
The system again determines that it does not need to send a message and disappears on the wall.
Yuansuo drank some water, climbed onto the bed, got into the little quilt, his head became more drowsy, he kept coughing dullly, and his stomach was surging badly. After a while, he fell asleep groggy .
When Mo Yicheng entered the game, Yuan Suo had already fallen asleep for almost an hour.

Mo Yicheng returned from fitness exercises, looked through the script again tomorrow, repeatedly familiarized himself with the characters, tried to figure out the characters, and found that some places were not fully understood, and contacted the director to discuss the relevant details.
When he turned on the phone again, Mo Yicheng found that something was wrong.
Yuan Suo still maintained his previous posture, breathing rapidly, his face flushed, his brows frowned tightly, his fleshy mouth was no longer as hydrated as it used to be, and he was breathing heavily.
"Dudu?" Mo Yicheng called.
Yi Suo did not move.
"Beep, get up." Mo Yicheng raised his voice.
"Hmm. I want to move. He heard Mo Yicheng's voice and wanted to respond to him, but his eyelids were so heavy and his body was so painful that he couldn't move at all.
Mo Yicheng was a little panicked.
I focused on the interface of the game nervously and found the medical bar. Above the current state of the wizard's physical condition is a red "bad" character.
Simple Mo Yicheng can imagine that the only operation is to measure the body temperature. After the body temperature is measured, the body temperature has reached 39.8. Mo Yicheng anxiously clicked "System Automatic First Aid".
[System message: The first aid application has been submitted, please wait patiently. 】
【System message: queuing...】
Three minutes later, Mo Yicheng couldn't wait any longer. In the game, Yuan Suo started to cough low in his sleep.
Mo Yicheng anxiously took out the other mobile phone and dialed out.
Liang Shaoning is a personal doctor of the Mo family. He is not very old, but his medical skills are superb. When he received the call, he had just put his two young children to sleep.
Mo Yicheng's anxiousness on the phone made him wake up without hesitation, his wife who had been working in the hospital all day, just fell asleep, and then had no time to change his clothes, put on his coat and ran downstairs, and drove there quickly. Hotel.
The front desk of the hotel had been notified and saw Liang Shaoning politely and eagerly greeted him, leading him to the elevator, and the two almost trot to the door of the room where Mo Yicheng was.
Before Liang Shaoning knocked, the door opened. Obviously Mo Yicheng had already been waiting at the door.
Mo Yicheng was wearing a nightgown, his hair was still half-wet, and his calm and calm expression no longer existed.
Liang Shaoning became nervous, and it seemed that the situation was very difficult...On the phone, Mo Yicheng only said that he was an 18-year-old boy, and he had to talk about the rest of the situation, right?
Liang Shaoning entered the room and automatically walked through the living room towards the bedroom inside.
"Doctor Liang." Mo Yicheng stopped him.