There is a tall sycamore tree next to the studio, and its dense leaves cast mottled shadows on the ground of the studio. The sun was fine today, Mo Ruanmiao walked to the window after painting for a while, he bent slightly and looked out the window, his face was not very good.
The abdominal discomfort was not just a matter of a few minutes in the morning. He just sat for a while, and the unspeakable pain came out again, so he could only stand up and gently stroke his abdomen, trying to make himself feel better.
It was already half past ten when Natasha came. As soon as she came, she found something wrong with Mo Ruanmiao, and asked with concern: "Your complexion doesn't look good, is there something wrong?"
Mo Ruanmiao curled the corner of her mouth, and said a little shyly: "Maybe I ate too much in the morning, and now my stomach is a little bloated, and it will be fine in a while."
His complexion really didn't look like he was just holding on, but Mo Ruanmiao didn't feel that there was anything wrong with his body, so he subconsciously attributed the reason to eating too much.
"I have Xiaoshi tablets over there," Natasha looked at Mo Ruanmiao suspiciously, "Wait a minute."
? After taking the Xiaoshi tablet, I don't know whether it was the medicine that worked or the psychological effect. Mo Ruanmiao felt a lot better, so she picked up the paintbrush again.
Unconsciously, it was lunch time, but Mo Ruanmiao had no appetite, but Natasha said that he must eat on time, so he had no choice but to accompany Natasha to dinner.
Mo Ruanmiao wanted to catch up with the schedule, it happened that he was very inspired these few days, so he was very focused in the afternoon, even the messages sent by Mo Chutian only returned a few, seeing that it was past six o'clock, the sun was setting An outline was drawn on the horizon, and he still didn't intend to go home.
Time passed by every minute and every second, the moment Mo Ruanmiao put down the paintbrush, his spirit was instantly sluggish. He yawned and stretched again, revealing a small white waist. After wiping his hands with a towel, he packed up his things before leaving the studio with his schoolbag on his back.
There are still many students on the campus at night. Mo Ruanmiao walks slowly on the road with her head bowed. From the corner of her eye, she occasionally catches a glimpse of some couples making out. She feels a little envious in her heart. He also wants to be like Mo Chutian.
Mo Ruanmiao pursed her lips, and tugged at the strap of her schoolbag with her fingers, a little unhappy. After a while, he took out his mobile phone and typed a long string of text in the dialog box with his fingers flying, but at the end of the typing With one word, he deleted all the previous ones, and then typed another text: Remember to take care of yourself when you are busy at work, or you will settle accounts with you when you go back!
Followed by the expressions of a few little devils.
Mo Ruanmiao didn't have much appetite before, but after walking a few steps, he felt hungry belatedly. Before going out in the morning, he saw Aunt Wang making small wontons, presumably for tomorrow's breakfast. Mo Ruanmiao licked her lips quietly, she really wanted to eat it, it would be even better if she put a little vinegar in it.
After returning to the apartment, Mo Ruanmiao was ready to do it herself. Aunt Wang would not let him do it. She took the ingredients and said, "Go and play, just leave it to Auntie."
Aunt Wang's attitude is very firm. She thinks that if she receives money from someone, she should do her best to do her job well. How can there be any reason to let the host do it while she is idle?
Mo Ruanmiao couldn't resist her, but he didn't go to play, but stood aside and looked at Aunt Wang. The kitchen area is large, and it's not a problem for such a big person to stand there.
Aunt Wang didn't let him go out again. She held a disc full of small wontons in her hand and asked with a smile, "How much do you want?"
Mo Ruanmiao gestured for a number, and two pear dimples floated on both sides of her cheeks, and said, "More than twenty."
Aunt Wang was a little surprised. She always thought that children eat very little, and the wontons made at home are not as good as those outside. The wontons she made are big and have enough fillings. Compared to Mo Ruanmiao's usual food intake, twenty is a bit much.
It was already nine o'clock, and Aunt Wang was afraid that he would eat too much accumulated food at night, so she played a side-kick and ordered twenty-two wontons into the pot according to his request.
The wontons came out of the pan very quickly. Because it was a temporary idea, I didn't make a unique soup. It happened that Mo Ruanmiao wanted to eat something refreshing. Add a handful of shallots, a little sesame oil and some vinegar to a bowl of wontons. up.
Mo Ruanmiao first took a photo and sent it to Mo Chutian. This was the first time he had really eaten well these days, so he naturally wanted to ask for praise. His appetite tonight is really good. A bowl of wontons will be drained in a short time. Aunt Wang's calculation is just right, just enough to make him feel full, but not enough to make people feel full.
After eating, Mo Ruanmiao nestled on the sofa and read a book for an hour before going to bed.
Aunt Wang wrote down his preferences bit by bit, and cooked wontons for him in the same way the next day, and Mo Ruanmiao took them all as ordered without feeling any discomfort.
Mo Ruanmiaonbsp;Mo Chutian was very anxious, why did he suddenly feel uncomfortable? It would take more than ten hours for him to pass, but Mo Ruanmiao couldn't wait that long and had to see a doctor right away. The current situation is definitely not something that a private doctor can solve.
After much deliberation, he could only think of asking Mo Qiming to take someone to the hospital, so he immediately called the other party, and Mo Qiming agreed and said he would be there right away. Knowing that his uncle has always been reliable, Mo Chutian felt slightly relieved.
Mo Qiming acted very quickly and immediately drove to the apartment.
Mo Chutian had told Aunt Wang that someone would come, and she brought him to the door of the room, and said, "I just fell asleep, I probably haven't fallen asleep yet."
"Did you say you were uncomfortable when you went back to your room?" Mo Qiming asked.
"Yes, I said my stomach hurts, and I didn't dare to drink anything for the young master, so I gave him a hot water bottle to keep him warm." Aunt Wang said truthfully.
Mo Qiming nodded, then raised his hand and knocked on the door, but there was no sound from inside. Thinking of Mo Chutian's instructions, he turned the door handle decisively, and saw the bulge on the bed at a glance. He frowned slightly, raised his legs and walked over. When he approached the bed, he found that Mo Ruanmiao's face was sickly white, especially his lips were almost colorless, which seemed not very good.
Mo Qiming called his name a few words, Mo Ruanmiao didn't sleep deeply at all, just now he was distracted by the pain, now he opened his eyes in a daze when he heard someone shouting, seeing that it was Mo Qiming, his whole body Suddenly he woke up a little bit, and called out uncle.
"It was Chutian who asked me to come here. Let's go to the hospital first, okay?" Mo Qiming seemed to be discussing with him, but in fact he was just asking him symbolically that the hospital must be visited.
Hearing that Mo Chutian asked Mo Qiming to come, the resistance in Mo Ruanmiao's heart was much less, and he was really uncomfortable, so he obediently changed his clothes and followed Mo Qiming to leave the apartment. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com