Entrepreneurship in a different world

Wen Rong was just proud of his perfect work, the 'Mummy' opened his eyes, his eyes pierced into his eyes like two sharp ice knives, he shrank his neck, and then squeezed out a dry smile: " Morning, morning! You're awake!"

Moshi moved his body stiffly, sat up straight after adapting for a while, and looked down at the brand new bandages on his body.

"You bled a lot last night, and the original bandage was soaked. I, I changed a new one for you."

Moshi didn't appreciate it, "What did you see?"

Wen Rong rolled his eyes left and right, "What?"

"You unwrapped my bandage, what did you see?" This sentence is already a bit dangerous hidden in it.

Wen Rong shrank his shoulders again, "No..." He closed his eyes, changed his tone temporarily, and nodded resignedly, "Yes, I saw a little bit of your body. But it doesn't matter, the people here are all skinny , you’re just a little thinner than them. As long as you eat more food and supplement your nutrition, you will be fine.”

Moshi raised his upper eyelids to observe his every facial expression and demeanor, making sure that he wasn't lying, and turned his eyes back.

This place cannot stay.

Originally, he also planned to leave here after the second 'recovery period', although the second 'recovery' was suddenly brought forward, and he was met by this stranger again.Seeing that he doesn't understand anything, forget it.

"Are you... are you sick?" Wen Rong saw that he had returned to his previous quietness, so he kindly wanted to express his concern.

"None of your business."

"...Your appearance last night was quite dangerous. If you can, you should see a doctor earlier..."

A slash flew over again, and Wen Rong consciously shut up.He really cared about him, he was so skinny and had lost so much blood... I don't know if he can still stand up.

Supposed to be enough.

"If there is chicken soup, it can replenish blood energy..." Wen Rong said to himself.

But such a poor master who can't even eat or drink water, where can he get chicken soup?

Wen Rong, who stayed up all night, hugged his meat ball and went to sleep to catch up on sleep.

Soon it was full light.

Seeing that he was asleep, Mo Shi got down from the bed to the ground. He was not unable to stand up like Wen Rong was worried about. He walked a few steps energetically, stopped in front of Wen Rong's head for a long time, stretched out a The hand covered the opponent's head.

As long as he exerted a little force, this unintelligent head would be crushed by him.

Moshi is still considering whether to really save his life.This guy was nosy and took his bandages off when he shouldn't have been kept.But he changed a new bandage for himself, and took good care of himself all night, just like when he bumped into him that day, he lay on his body and warmed him all night.

The meaty ball in Wen Rong's arms sent out bursts of air at this moment, and Moji snorted at the unformed air.

"You guys also want to scare me?"

After a while, some black mist was slowly released from the surface of the meatball.

The black one is a bit thicker than the ink, and it is exactly the 'satiated' he saw in the middle of the night before.

"If you want to bribe me, it's not enough for me to bite my teeth."

Saying this, the hand that was hanging on Wen Rong's head was put down.

Moshi turned to the meatball and said coldly: "Thank you for meeting someone who kindly adopted you. People like you shouldn't have come into this world."