For Mo Bei, who dared to make Feng Nai's face appear in a group fight for the first time, this sense of distance was nothing.

She half-bent over, turned sideways, and was about to put the white towel that had just been soaked in warm water over Feng Nai's forehead.

Realizing what someone was going to do, Feng Nai opened his eyes and went directly to block Mo Bei's hand with his hand: "Take it away." ”

Generally speaking, when he looks like this, no matter who he is, he has long since retreated.

After all, when God K is impatient, no one really dares to mess with him.

Mo Bei didn't speak, he directly pressed his arm and covered the wet towel where it should be.

The eyes that Feng Nai was about to squint were also canceled with the comfort of the wet towel.

He looked at the person in front of him, still without any emotion.

This guy is really not afraid of him at all.

Between the noses is the familiar smell of shampoo.

It should be on a wet towel.

Did this guy take his towel and throw it in his face?

Forget it, the smell is hypnotic anyway.

Even at this time, Feng Nai's face still has no friends, not to mention a careless look, and he is too lazy to pay attention to anyone.

Mo Bei took the thermometer and came over.

Feng Nai ignored it.

"Three days later, the national preliminaries." Mo Bei only said this.

Feng Nai didn't even stretch out his hand, he leaned over and put the thermometer in his mouth, his expression was still a little resistant, who would get the little brother of Linkengkeng away, it was his biggest concern.

Mo Bei didn't expect him to make such a move, and before he could close his fingers, he only felt something soft and scratched from her.

The figures all paused.

Feng Nai held the thermometer in his mouth, and didn't realize what his lips touched just now, because there was no way to sleep anymore, so he simply took his phone over and glanced at the message on WeChat.

This is the only contact channel for the assistant that has not been blocked.

"God K, young master, do you have a fever?"

"If you have a fever, you must take medicine."

"Monan said he took care of you, is he here now?"

"K-God, K-God?"

Four messages in a row.

After Feng Nai's eyes stopped for half a moment from the third message, his slender white fingers moved: 'In'

After replying to a word, it will not be again.

The assistant can't figure it out, is the god talking about him or is Mo Nan there?

Feng Nai's appearance now is rare, and after he no longer has a poisonous tongue, even his expression is much more direct, so much so that when Mo Bei brought the medicine box.

He spit out the thermometer, and his voice was hoarse: "Don't look, no fever, no need to take medicine, if you don't want to go, just be quiet, let me sleep, if you want to go, bring the door." ”

Mo Bei didn't listen to him, took the thermometer from his hand, glanced at it with black eyes, and his handsome face was light: "38 degrees 8, high fever, is the captain taking medicine now, or will I call Mrs. Feng and ask her to take you to the hospital." ”

When Feng Nai heard this, he suddenly smiled.

There is no warmth in that smile.

It's very wicked.

Even his eyes were cold.

"When did you leave my family's phone?"

Mo Bei's voice was still not flat: "After Mrs. Feng asked me to take care of her in school, the message she sent me, the number should be that Xiao Nanlin told her." ”

"I can't swallow it." Feng Nai put away his aura at this time, turned his eyes sideways, and was very innocently disgusted: "How can there be such a thing as pills in the world." ”