"Won't it.... You're just kidding me, okay?"

Mu Zidou looked at the full screen of replies, either "I'm sorry Brother Dou, how are you going to make an appointment next time I have a cold?", or "Brother Dou, in fact, I really want to accompany you, but I pity that I am not in the same place as you!"....

Etcetera!

In a word, it is not that there are no colds in the number of terrifying fans, but that the colds are not in the same area as Muzidou at all, and there is no cold in the same area.

I asked three times, confirmed three times, and finally Mu Zidou slumped weakly on the chair, tears streaming down my heart!

After a bunch of brain-opening swipes just now, Mu Zidou briefly explained the reason and his own conditions, that is, to invite them to see a doctor for free, during which he also turned on the voice to describe how wonderful Meiling porridge was, and the cold disappeared at once...

This miraculous thing, coupled with Mu Zidou's wonderful description, even most people who don't believe in it want to experience it, but when they hear the conditions, many people sigh regretfully, but they haven't experienced the baptism of the holy Meiling porridge, so it's just a literal sigh.

It is completely two realms with Mu Zidou's sigh at this time!

Huge number of fans, according to Muzidou's original idea, how to say that you can also blind a cat and meet a dead mouse, catch one...

This is also the reason why he was so convinced before he left the small shop that he could come back tomorrow!

It's just that the ideal is plump, and the reality is skinny...

"Damn, this cold is good but the rhythm of eating Xiang?"

Thinking about the taste of Meiling porridge not long ago, Mu Zidou found that he suddenly liked the feeling of a cold, because when the cold was good, there was nothing good to eat!

Glancing at the take-out box on the table, smelling the greasy smell that was still emanating, Mu Zidou couldn't help frowning, and scolded himself in his heart: It used to be a pig!

I really don't know how to enjoy it if I am rich!

"Dysprosium lamp!"

Suddenly, Mu Zidou had a flash of inspiration, and his limp body sat up straight in an instant, with excitement in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, dear bean fans, I will take a day off tomorrow and make up for it later!"

"Ahh

"Brother Dou, you can't do this..."

"Brother Dou, you haven't stopped changing this cold, and you have broken it when you get better, this rhythm is wrong..."

"Brother Dou, the 10 million reward has passed..."

...

Mu Zidou didn't care about the fans who cried because of his words, and after knocking, he turned off the computer and walked to the door of the bathroom.

Finally, I took a deep breath, stripped off all the clothes on my body, went naked, rushed into the bathroom, turned on the hair dryer, and adjusted the water temperature, 0 degrees!

"Whoa..."

Using the flesh of ordinary people against 0 degrees of water temperature, the perverted and abusive plot in Nima's novel was actually put into practice by Mu Zidou, who was thirsty for porridge.

"He's Nai, if he doesn't catch a cold tomorrow, it's absolutely unreasonable..."

Under the encouragement of the overhead hair dryer, Mu Zidou, who was bathed in 0 degrees of water temperature, suddenly turned purple in his lips, trembled all over, and a certain part of his lower body shrank directly to the size of a small egg, but looking at more and more goosebumps, the somewhat perverted smile at the corner of Mu Zidou's mouth deepened a little, ignoring the fact that the happy machine was in danger of being frozen...

If someone sees this scene, they will definitely sigh, Nima's, for a bowl of porridge so self-destructive, we can't understand the world of the great gods....

At this time, if Mu Zidou can still find a confidant in this world, it must be the fat girl Xia Lingxi.

"Miss Xia, it's late, please let me rest early, okay! I'll definitely help you come up with a good solution tomorrow!"

Sima Ruoyi, who had just been scared out of a cold sweat by the strange uncle, came home, and just after taking a shower, she was about to lie down, when she received a call from the fat girl Xia Lingxi.

On the way home where everything was done, Sima Ruoyi heard that the fat girl was going to repeat her old tricks tomorrow, and after seeing the wonderful uncle and aunt, she didn't do anything to kill Sima Ruoyi, and Sima Ruoyi, who was entangled and afraid of death, picked up the phone and begged for mercy directly, and even moved out of the usual Kuahaikou.

Good way, she didn't have it at all!

Let's go to sleep first!

It's just that who is the fat girl, which is so easy to send away, Sima Ruoyi's voice has not yet fallen, and the fat girl's low and excited voice came over.

"Ruoyi, do you know where I am?"

Listening to the mysterious tone of her best friend, Sima Ruoyi couldn't help but ask worriedly when she contacted the fat girl who had said a lot of messy methods for the sake of the holy Meiling porridge.

"Where are you?

"Hospital!" replied excitedly.

"What are you doing over there, it's useless for you to pull people this big night, that kid's shop is closed, not to mention that you have a game tomorrow, how can you have the spirit to do this..."

Sima Ruoyi thought that Xia Lingxi was going to repeat his old tricks again, but this time was too wrong, especially tomorrow when the fat girl had an important game, seeing that the other party had no sense of proportion, he couldn't help but reprimand.

"If you remember to calm down, I'm not here to pull people, I'm here to be infected!" Xia Lingxi replied ostentatiously.

"Contagion!"

Sima Ruoyi, who has always been cold and smart, was also confused by the fat girl's words.

"I'm going to sleep in the emergency room here tonight, there are a lot of cold numbers lying here, I think I'll be infected tomorrow morning, and I'm close to an old woman who is coughing and dying..."

Sima Ruoyi was not reacted to by the fat girl's words, and the fat girl said to herself about her "clever plan": "Okay, don't talk about it, this old grandmother is already looking at me with a look at neurosis, you don't have to worry about me, I will be alive again after drinking porridge tomorrow, isn't it just a competition..."

Come in a hurry, go in a hurry, it's the fat girl Xia Lingxi, Sima Ruoyi hasn't jumped out a word yet, and the other party is hanging up!

"It's really tiring to have such a girlfriend..."

Sima Ruoyi imagined that the fat girl was crammed into an emergency room full of sick numbers, and she was the only one with an inexplicable smile in a bunch of gloomy faces... Thinking of this, she could kind of understand what that old woman's eyes were like when she looked at the neuropath.

You say, is there a good person who runs to sleep with the sick for a bowl of porridge? Or is it an old woman who is coughing and dying...

As soon as Sima Ruoyi threw away the phone, he turned off the light and closed his eyes tiredly...

The mortal biological clock of a good night's sleep is still very punctual, getting up, exercising, taking a bath, and the habit of thunder and immobility.

"Ahh

After shaving, cleansing, dealing with nose hair, skin care and other necessary homework for men were done, Chen Fan opened the roller shutter door with a refreshing face to prepare for the next day's business, but as soon as the door was half opened, a pale face suddenly appeared, scaring Chen Fan out of a pale face.

"Who are you..."

"The boss... It's me..."

Listening to the voice, Chen Fan finally recognized who this extremely miserable image was.

"It shouldn't be..."

Thinking of the efficacy of the Holy Meiling Porridge, Chen Fan once again carefully looked at the young man with chapped lips, terrifyingly purple, pale, snotty, and dirty face, and his image was ten times sloppy than yesterday, and his brows furrowed and muttered in disbelief.

"Boss, hurry up and check my pulse to see if I have a cold again..."

The rolling shutter doors here have not all opened, and Chen Fan was pulled to the bar by this Mu Zidou, and he couldn't wait to stretch out his arm and shout excitedly to Chen Fan.