Travel back to modern times and become famous after doing a live broadcast for the ancients

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"I have a bad stomach and I can't drink anything cold. Please go and warm up some medicine for me first." Mu Suming hid in the bed and said dully. He had risked his life not to drink medicine. He tried his best to avoid drinking medicine. Delaying time.

This inexplicably familiar sentence echoed in Fu Youyou's ears. As for why this sentence is "familiar" to Fu Youyou? This! The roommate's erratic words certainly contributed a lot to this. Naturally, Fu Youyou didn't know that the man who looked so serious at the moment was just saying that he had a bad stomach just to avoid taking medicine.

For no reason, she thought of a plot in a book she had read before: It is said that nine out of ten CEOs have stomach problems. Her father, CEO Li, has a good stomach, but other CEOs may not have the same stomach problem. As for the one in front of me, can’t it be true that we can’t escape this law? When Fuyouyou thought about this, she couldn't help blurting out subconsciously: "No way! Do you really have a stomach problem?"

Fu Youyou cast a complicated and regretful look at Mu Suming. Her mental activity at this time was as follows: [I didn't expect, I didn't expect, this young man got this disease at such a young age. It's really a pity. 】

Mu Suming, who just didn't want to take medicine, was confused: "...", what the hell? !

Fortunately, he didn't know Fu Youyou's psychological activities, otherwise he would have thought that he would be fatal in her eyes not long ago. He was still young, and he was not much older than Fu Youyou. Mu Suming couldn't say anything about Fu Youyou's lack of tone.

Mu Suming, who was hiding under the quilt, felt uncomfortable all over. Feeling Fu Youyou's scorching gaze that was comparable to an , and also! It’s better for you to take hot medicine now than anything else.”

The man's tone was that of a person in a high position, very rude. Of course, he regretted it as soon as he said it. Fu Youyou is neither a servant nor a subordinate in his family. In addition, he once stayed in someone else's home temporarily to recuperate and is considered half of his benefactor. Isn't it a bit inappropriate for him to use such a harsh tone?

Just when Mu Suming lifted up the quilt and wanted to admit his mistake to Fu Youyoufu, what responded to him was a crisp "creak" and the door had been closed. Looking at the empty room, the courage he had just emerged to surrender shrank back.

Mu Suming thought to himself: [That woman should not be so stingy! Thinking about it carefully, she didn't say anything harsh just now. She just told her that she didn't want to take medicine. She shouldn't think too much about it. 】

Mu Suming, who had been thinking for a long time, felt inexplicably upset. He knew that he had a bad temper and always spoke in a commanding manner to everyone, but the woman just heard his words and left without saying a word, which made him start thinking wildly.

After a while, when Fu Youyou entered the house again with a bowl filled with medicine, Mu Suming heard the familiar sound of opening the door. He was just about to breathe a sigh of relief, but he didn't expect that the other person's first words would chop him into pieces. Jiao on the outside and tender on the inside: "Dalang, it's time to take medicine."

Fu Youyou held a medicine bowl with a pious look on her face and kept bringing it to Mu Suming. Mu Suming was completely stunned. Dalang, who is Dalang? ! The scene in front of him gave him goosebumps. Could this woman really want to do something bad to him?

Mu Suming didn't know why, but he always felt nervous and sweating all over his body, as if he was about to become Wu Dalang who was poisoned by his "wife". Seeing the medicine being held to his lips, every pore on his face was rejecting it, but he couldn't bear Fu Youyou's "enthusiasm" in delivering the medicine.

Smelling the decoction that Fu Youyou had heated up in front of him, Mu Suming always felt that the bitter taste of the medicine seemed to be greater after it was heated, and it was not as good as when it was cold. The so-called shooting oneself in the foot is nothing more than this.

"Okay, let's put it here first. I'll... um!" Mu Suming asked Fu Youyou to put down the medicine, and was about to give the eviction order and lie down again, but unexpectedly it backfired. Before Mu Suming could finish speaking, he I felt like my jaw was being clamped by an external force.

Suddenly, the pupils of his eyes as dark as the night sky trembled, and his taste buds felt the extremely bitter and strong herbal smell. It took him a long time to finally react, and his hands began to struggle subconsciously.

Fu Youyou didn't give the man a chance to struggle. This man was so rude just now. Did he really think he was the Jade Emperor? ! Also, when he gave orders to her, he was even more impressive. If he hadn't blocked the knife for her, how could she have listened to him and heated up the medicine? !

"Uh-huh!" The man's uncomfortable moans echoed throughout the room, accompanied by a hint of unbearable coughing. The intermittent sound was enough to make the unsuspecting person's imagination wander.