High cold male god, sweet and warm

Chapter 674

The boy's sleep was long enough.

The last class before the morning was called for half a class because the teacher had something to do, so I let myself review it directly.

As a result, a class did not come.

During this period, no one dared to disturb the boy.

So this sleepy boy slept until noon after school.

When I woke up, I was awakened by the ear-shattering sound of the lunch break.

After scratching his hair, he raised his head in a daze.

A box was placed in front of him.

Lin Zhaoxia didn't know what it was until his eyes were focused.

A small box of cakes.

Blinking, Lin Zhaoxia sat up straight. At this time, there were not many people in the classroom.

Even Ye Jin walked quickly when the bell rang.

Because he was afraid that he would stop there, so he couldn't help but get close to the boy...

And the boy who was sitting upright here yelled again, and narrowed his eyes lazily, "Cake?"

Yang Moyan responded lightly, "After taking it, take the medicine."

As soon as the medicine was mentioned, the boy's monstrous face, which had the corners of his lips raised up because of the small cakes he had just woken up, suddenly collapsed.

"Then I won't eat the cake, and you can put away the medicine too."

When he said this, the back of his neck suddenly felt itchy.

Without holding back, Lin Zhaoxia stretched out her hand and pulled off her collar, twisting her neck.

This action made Yang Moyan raise his eyebrows, "It seems that little brother, you don't want to."

"Master Yang, have you never heard of a cell called an antibody?"

The young man pursed his lips, and there was a rascal taste on his lips, "How can there be natural and harmless antibodies for medicine or something? This is what Young Master Yang doesn't understand."

This last sentence, Lin Zhaoxia should be provocative in an absolutely leisurely manner.

Probably enough sleep to make up for this.

At first glance, the spirit of the young man was much better than before.

But the provocative words of the young man made Yang Moyan twitch his lips, and he said lightly, "Someone seems to have said similar things before, and then fell ill with a high fever for several days."

Lin Zhaoxia: "..."

This is definitely black history.

The young man curled his lips, "Master Yang, we want peace, and turning black history is the most unlovable thing."

"Peace? Have we had war?"

Yang Moyan picked up the wrong sentences in the boy's words.

As for what black history.

He twitched his lips again, and unceremoniously flipped another one, "Cute, it's a perfect description of you, a person who can fall asleep with a kiss."

Two black histories were turned over one after another.

Even if it is a young man who is thick-skinned.

In the end, there was silence for two seconds.

Then she raised her eyebrows, raised her eyebrows evilly, and said in a clear voice, "Little wife is really bad, black history is really the most unlovable thing."

At this time, only the boy and Yang Moyan were left in the classroom.

When there were only two of them around, the young man was finally able to be unscrupulous, and called Yang Moyan that cute nickname that belonged to her alone.

Yang Moyan was not angry either.

Or rather.

The boy accepts everything, but it's just a strange name, and he's so used to it.

But Young Master Yang did not forget the original purpose.

So he ignored the boy's words indifferently, and pushed the cake towards the boy's face. The voice that he spoke was still weak, "Eat it, take the medicine."

Four words.

Cherish words like gold to the extreme, reminding the boy concisely.

No matter how skinny you are, you still have to take this medicine in the end.

(End of this chapter)