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The falling of the "Bull Demon King" and Zhou Yang's coma completely disrupted Song Yu's plan. This matter finally reached Director Liu.
Director Liu is a kind-hearted master. He heard that everyone was fine, so he symbolically blamed Zhou Yang.
However, as he spoke, the fire burned to Song Yu's head.
"Song Yu, you can't rest for two days."
"You are older than them all, so feel free to bully children."
"Your uncle is still an uncle, and he got you out because of his relationship. Why are you still here, just adding to my troubles!"
"It's fine for you to stay here, and you'll spoil Mo Li. What a good kid, he learned how to fight with you."
"Song Yu, you"
Song Yu shivered holding the padded jacket he snatched from others, and held two hand warmers he snatched from others.
"Is there anything else to say? Please ask Auntie Zheng to cook me a bowl of ginger soup. I don't want to get sick!" Song Yu said in a pissed way, digging his nostrils back and forth.
"Song Yu, what's your attitude?"
"Old Liu, my attitude is already very good. However, how long do you want to worship this Buddha Zhou Yang? It just so happens that I have given you the opportunity to kick him to the west as soon as possible. Otherwise, one day, you will Give this guy a scapegoat."
Song Yu threw a pinball ball to Director Liu, "You should be familiar with this, but when you are blind, there must be a limit."
"When did you know?" Director Liu cut open the glass bead with a knife, and sure enough, it was filled with white powder.
"You should ask, who else here doesn't know?" Song Yu sneered.
"Old Liu, I've already set up the stage for you. This time, sing well!"
Song Yu patted Director Liu on the shoulder, and came out of the director's room with a smile. As soon as he returned to his room, Song Yu was caught in a dark, narrow room with air leaks.
Mo Li was shivering on the bed, her face was very hot. Song Yu pushed the door, but the door couldn't be opened no matter what. It was obvious that the door had been locked from the outside.
"Smelly old man Liu" Song Yu cursed.
From the closet, I found a mildew-free quilt, and covered Mo Li's body. Like a wounded rabbit, Mo Li lay quietly on the bed without making a sound.
Song Yu thought several times that he was out of breath.
Until the middle of the night, Mo Li began to rave. His body temperature was getting higher and higher, and Song Yu had an intuition that Mo Li would not be able to hold on if this continued. Seeing through the crack of the door that there were no guards outside the house, he picked up the hammer lying in the corner and cracked open the wooden door.
He carried Mo Li to his original room, and impatiently dragged the idlers sleeping on his bunk to the ground.
"Song Yu, you"
"Get out of the way, I don't have time to fight with you!" Song Yu stepped on the man's back, making him unable to move.
"Xiao Linzi, find out the cold medicine. Then pour me a cup of hot water!"
Song Yu carefully wrapped Mo Li in the quilt. The room was not warm, but at least there was no air leakage.
"Don't go"
"Believe me¡¡"
"not me¡¡"
Mo Li grabbed Song Yu's hand in fear, and Song Yu's wrist ached from his grasp.
"Take the medicine!" Song Yu impatiently went to break Mo Li's hand.
Mo Li shook his head coquettishly, and grabbed his hands even tighter.
"Take the medicine, and when you recover, you won't have nightmares anymore!" Mo Li's patience has been exhausted by Song Yu. But facing the comatose Mo Li, he couldn't let go of his anger.
"Mo Li, take the medicine. Mo Li, be obedient, take the medicine well. Open your mouth!" Song Yu stuffed the medicine into Mo Li's mouth bit by bit like coaxing a kitten.
Because he was worried that Mo Li would be scalded by the water, he even tested the water temperature with his hand.
"Boss, what are you" Xiao Lin stared straight at him. How could this newcomer be favored by the Great Demon King? The jar of jealousy in my heart was overturned with a "snap".
"Xiao Lin, bring a basin of hot water. Also, bring me a new towel."
Song Yu kept wiping Mo Li's body. Fortunately, in the middle of the night, the medicine took effect. When it was almost dawn, the temperature on Mo Li's body dropped to the normal value. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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