How do different species fall in love

Based on Mo Yubing's understanding of Long Yao, he was definitely not full just now.

After washing the ingredients, Mo Yubing looked up the usage of the induction cooker, set up a milk pot, put the hard-to-cook ingredients in it and simmered them, and then put them into the rice cooker to cook with the porridge later, which can save some time.

Some people upstairs sleep and wake up to eat.

During the waiting time, Mo Yubing walked around the house.

The decoration style of the house is simple and the colors are very gentle. Long Yao didn't change much when he lived in it.

It's just that there are some more puppets on the sofa, and unopened building block toys are placed on the dining table that is obviously unused.

Why didn't he find out before that Long Yao likes these?

There are two reclining chairs on the balcony, which are obviously newly added. On the small table between the two reclining chairs, there is an oval salad bowl with unfinished fruit in it.

Mo Yubing's eyes gradually softened. He could imagine Long Yao lying here basking in the sun while eating fruit.

Wait...why are there two recliners?

The black eyes sank slightly.

He immediately turned and went back to the kitchen. You can tell how many people live in this house just by looking at the tableware.

set.

It shows that Long Yao usually lives alone, and no one comes to visit, which is consistent with his previous attitude of not wanting to be disturbed.

The porridge was ready, and there was a bit too much. Mo Yubing opened the cupboard, looking for a bigger container, and then he found a set of unopened tableware in the corner.

With a twitch between his eyebrows, he took off the toy-like tableware.

【Children only】

It should have been left behind by the previous tenant, and Mo Yubing returned it to its original place.

........................

Long Yao squinted for a while, and woke up with the thermometer in his mouth. Hearing the ping-pong-pong sound coming from downstairs, he took out the thermometer.

37.6

His body temperature is lower than normal, and 37.6 degrees is considered a high fever.

Bridge Bean Sacks…

Why is there a rusty taste in my mouth?

...this smell...

Long Yao's complexion changed, he took out a tissue and wiped his mouth... Blood?

It's a little sweet, it's delicious...

It’s over.

He couldn't be suffering from some kind of terminal illness.

When Mo Yubing went upstairs with food, what he saw was Long Yao sitting on the bed, holding a tissue in one hand and a thermometer in the other, looking in a trance.

"What's wrong? How many degrees?"

Long Yao returned to his senses and murmured:

"Honey, I'm vomiting blood..."

Damn, he said it fluently again.

But now there is no time to care about this, Long Yao's mind is in a mess, what should he do, go back to the research institute?What to do if the egg is smashed.

Mo Yubing covered his lips with a smile, and said, "Well, baby, do you want me to call you an ambulance?"

"Don't..." Long Yao clutched the quilt and said sadly, "I can't go to the hospital."

Mo Yubing knew that he was not usually repulsed to go to the hospital, otherwise he would have been dragged to the hospital just now. He stretched out his injured finger and waved it in front of Long Yao, but Long Yao was so preoccupied that he didn't look at it carefully at all. .

After all, sick people tend to think wildly.

In a short period of time, the plot in Long Yao's mind has already played out where to choose a tomb, whether to donate the body, and how to leave the orphan.

Young Master Mo became ill-intentioned, tore off the Band-Aid, propped himself on the bed with one hand, leaned over, and used his injured fingertips to pick apart his lips and teeth.

Old Long Yao was heartbroken.

He vomited blood!This man is still flirting!

Truly a scumbag!

Long Yao angrily bit the troublesome finger with his teeth. He didn't use much force, but the wound he poked with his tiger teeth before was still fresh and warm, and the wound hadn't scabbed yet, and blood flowed out again immediately.

Ten fingers connected to heart, of course Mo Yubing felt it, he said helplessly:

"Dear food blogger, do you have a taste of this?"

right!This is the taste!

Sweet!

handy!

"........."

Long Yao covered his face.

He silently "invited" Young Master Mo's finger out, took out a tissue to wipe off his saliva on it, and received two unceremonious ridicules from the owner of the finger, and then humbly reattached the band-aid he handed over.

"Does it hurt?"

Mo Yubing suddenly felt that this blow was worth it. He wanted to say that it really hurt, but for the sake of some people's precarious face, it would be better to turn the page quickly, so he rubbed his head and said: " It doesn't hurt."

"I made porridge for you, it's almost cold, drink it."

"I will do it myself."

Long Yao paused, and added: "Your hand is injured."

After saying this, he felt strange himself, explaining why...

Before living with Long Yao, Mo Yubing never paid attention to what to eat and drink. He had a nutritionist, and he was in touch with Aunt Zhang. He ate all kinds of delicacies from mountains and seas.

So he never went into the kitchen at all.

Cooking porridge in the main house last time was also an unprecedented accident. Empress Mo was also a little surprised when she saw it.

The culinary art in his mind was basically a blind spot in his knowledge, so what he made this time was the lotus seed longan millet porridge that he made under Mo Qingshan's guidance last time.

The main reason is that it was well received by Long Yao last time.

Sure enough, Long Yao tasted the porridge, a little surprise flashed in his eyes.

While Master Mo was waiting for the food expert's compliment, Long Yao wondered, "Did you ask your chef to bring it here?"

Mo Yubing: "..."

Cooperating with him, he worked hard below for almost an hour, and it was all in vain.

Young Master Mo's idol burden is a bit heavy, so he might be suspected of taking credit, but he didn't explain, and said helplessly: "Drink quickly."

With her soft hair hanging down, Long Yao held the porridge bowl and drank it in small sips.

Mo Yubing sat by the bed, resting his chin, staring at Long Yao drinking porridge, his posture was very relaxed, but his black eyes were tinged with inquiry.

After a moment of silence, he said:

"Can you tell me now?"

"What are you afraid of?"

Long Yao continued to drink the porridge with his eyes downcast, but his small movements that paused for a moment did not escape Mo Yubing's eyes.

"Wu Shuyi should have told you that Xiaomi has been locked up, and he got the punishment he deserved."

"So, Yaoyao, who are you afraid of?"

"I told you, don't call me by that name." Long Yao remained expressionless.

"Okay, Long Yao."

Mo Yubing said in as gentle a tone as possible: "Does he have helpers?"

Long Yao shook his head.

"You don't know, can't tell, or don't believe me?"

neither.

How dare Long Yao gamble.

Now Mo Yubing is very kind to him, but if he confesses, maybe he will kill him for the sake of Miss Quan.

How dare he, a person in the cold palace, rush against the empress who is the mother of the world.

cough cough.

His idea is very simple, don't disturb the muddy water, right and wrong are all over, he just picks himself out.

So Long Yao said directly, "I'm not hiding from anyone."

Too fake.

Mo Yubing didn't even bother to expose him, and mocked: "I understand, you didn't hide from anyone, but you don't want anyone to find you."

This is a logical rebuttal.

However, Long Yao said confidently, "That's right."

Row.

Fallacy is also rational.

What the wife said was right and wrong.