Island crisis!

The little crow fell completely ill, and when he was unconscious, there were indeed some sleepy words in his mouth, but most of them were insignificant.

For example, coquettishly complaining about headaches, or wanting to eat braised pork.

No matter what he said, he couldn't wake up several times a day. He tossed and turned in bed, and couldn't eat anything except some porridge every day.

The little face that had managed to gather up some flesh obviously tended to shrivel up.

Mo Junjie felt distressed to the bottom of his heart, but he had no choice but to find a better doctor.

"Second Young Master, please don't worry, this young master is just infected with a virus and has a slight fever. Because of his poor health since he was a child, he became very ill when he became ill."

"When will he wake up?" Mo Junjie's voice sounded fragile, his eyes were bloodshot and he stayed by the bed, unwilling to go to work.

The old Chinese doctor sighed, he had never seen his second young master caring so much for a person, and he didn't expect that the other person was a man, "As long as the fever subsides, the person will wake up naturally."

Although he was very conflicted, he still gave the answer he wanted most, "Second Young Master, you don't have to worry, the prescription for reducing fever has already been given to the young master. The prescription regulates the inside and outside at the same time. When the fever subsides, the illness will naturally disappear. That's all right."

"Thank you, Uncle Wang." Mo Junjie hastily wiped away tears, stood up and thanked the old Chinese doctor who watched him grow up.

The other party hurriedly supported his unstable body, and said very worriedly, "Second Young Master, you can eat some more." After this, he woke up, and Second Young Master also collapsed.

"Well, let's eat." He still has great confidence in the ability of his doctor.

Uncle Wang said it was all right, his hanging heart had basically returned to the distance.

But, inevitably, it still hurts.

Qiao was in poor health when he was a child, and he still remembered how hard life was for the child when he was not attracted to Xiaoqiao.

"I won't let you suffer alone again, Qiao." Mo Junjie silently swallowed a piece of meat, looking at his "Sleeping Beauty" with firm eyes.

At this moment, Situ Qiao was wondering.

He remembered that he had a fever, and then he became very dizzy, and he didn't want to get up at all after falling asleep.

Although dizzy, he didn't forget to remind Momo to look at the mouth that was always spraying when he fell asleep. At the same time, he also clearly remembered that he slept in the bedroom of Momo's villa.

But where is this in front of me?The familiarity of this street... Where did it come from?

He touched the palm of his hand, and his left hand actually passed through the palm of his right palm. He turned out to be in a state of a soul full of transparency, and his hand could also pass through his chest, just like that, floating in the air, floating around.

But, where is this headed?

Momo is still guarding herself by the bed. She hasn't eaten seriously in the past two days, so why doesn't he?

Being moved is one thing, being angry is another.

He was sick, why did he lose his position, didn't even go to work, didn't eat, what if both of them collapsed?

Hey……

Feeling the gentle breeze blowing him, Situ Qiao sighed helplessly.

Forget it, at this moment he can't control where he is drifting, so let's swing slowly with the wind...Look, where is this place.

After drifting for about 10 minutes, he drifted to a house.

Situ Qiao couldn't touch his transparent face, but he could clearly feel something moist and extremely light slipping from his cheeks.

it's tears...

Here is his home.

He didn't have Qian's house smashed to death by the ceiling, the Situ family's house.

"Brother." Situ Qiao choked up, and floated into the room through the open window.

It turned out to be his bedroom. The bedroom was spotless. It was obviously tidied up meticulously. During the time he lived, although there were no socks flying all over the sky and underwear everywhere, it was not too bad. Many of the washed clothes were lumpy. It became a ball and piled up in a crooked manner in the cabinet.

This is obviously written by the second brother, the eldest brother is good at cooking, and the second brother is good at tidying up.

He thought that his room would be sealed up by his two elder brothers.

Seeing things and thinking about others is a very painful thing.

Everything in the house is mostly the same as when he left, except that there are a lot of photos of him on the wall, some when he was a teacher in the conservatory, and some when he went to school when he was a child and fell down at the sports meeting.

The strange yet familiar face looked extremely subtle.

Situ Qiao sighed, passed through the door, and drifted to other places.

Brother, why are you bothering?

On the sofa in the lobby on the first floor, two tired men were sitting. Their features and eyes were very similar to those of Situ Qiao in the past, but the eldest was more rough and resolute, and the second was a little more elegant and calm.

They frowned at the same time, looking at the bright smiling face on the coffee table, there was a bit of lingering sadness between their brows, and their hearts suddenly became tighter.

"Second brother, Xiaoqiao is really in the island country?"

"The Laoshan Taoist said so." After Situqiao's second brother finished speaking, he couldn't help rubbing his swollen forehead with his fingers.

Since the time when their younger brother left, they have never been idle for a moment. They have almost visited people with supernatural powers all over the country, and only got some news in the past few days.

Laoshan Daoist, who is good at astrology, revealed that the third brother's astrological position refers to the island country on the other side of the ocean, but judging from that vague degree, I am afraid that things are not as simple as imagined.

It is certain in an island country, but it is uncertain where the island country is.

There are too many unimaginable things in this vast world, this vast universe.

However, whether they are present or not, they have decided to take a trip.

Even if there is only a glimmer of hope, that's fine.

"The visa can be issued tomorrow, second child, this time I will go alone, you stay here and continue to inquire about the news."

"No, let's go together."

"Well, that's fine." They tried their best. If the island country doesn't have a bridge, then...they don't know what to do next to get their brother back.

How could a person with spiritual ability die so easily?

They don't believe it, absolutely don't believe it.

Situ Qiao opened his mouth wide, unable to utter a single word.

He tried to walk around in front of his two brothers, but...the brothers couldn't see him.

It turned out that he actually drifted back to this world.

Is it a dream?

No.

The eldest brother lost weight, but the second brother gained some weight.

My room is as tidy as new, but the living room has almost become a pigsty. These two people... don't know how to take care of themselves.

"Brother... woo woo woo..." Situ Qiao wanted to pounce on them, but his current body was powerless.

He whimpered and howled.

Apart from venting his pain and longing with tears, he couldn't even stand on the ground.

So uncomfortable, really uncomfortable!

"Qiao, you scared me, what's the matter? Qiao! Don't cry!" Mo Junjie was terrified by Qiao, who closed his eyes tightly and called his brother in tears.

I don't know where he is suffering. Touching his hot little face, a heart-wrenching sense of powerlessness arises spontaneously.

"Woo, Momo." Situ Qiao suddenly opened his eyes and sat up from the bed.

The white quilt slid over his shoulders, he didn't care about the dizziness, and jumped into the arms of Mo Dashen, "Brother, they are going to the island country, but I am not in the island country, woooooo... I hate the island country! Why am I not here? Why am I not here!"

"Don't cry, don't cry, if you want to go back, we will go back now."

"Wooooooow, I can't go back, I can't go back!"

"Qiao..." He could only hug him tightly, at a loss for what to do.

He didn't understand the meaning of his words, but he listened carefully and comforted him softly.

Situ Qiao babbled for a long time, and gradually became tired from crying, so he fell asleep in Mo Junjie's arms.

His eyes were red and swollen like walnuts, his little nose would twitch from time to time, and his tear-stained face looked particularly pitiful.

However, the people who hugged him were also having a hard time. Wang Yan, who came to visit with fruit, was shocked to find that Momo's always smooth chin had grown stubble.

God, he actually saw Mo Mo's long stubble!

"Mo...mo...?"

"Shhh, I have something to say." Mo Junjie stuffed the bridge back into the quilt and wrapped it tightly, "What's the matter?"

"I was sent by someone from your studio to make a reminder. You haven't shown up for several days, and the upper management is going crazy. The press conference is a time set by you. It's not good for you to be in charge and not show up."

"I see." Mo Junjie closed his eyes and rubbed his sore brows.

It's really unreasonable not to show up again.

Seeing him so uncomfortable, Wang Yan couldn't stand it, "I'll guard the bridge next, you can go to the press conference without worry."

"Okay, then I'll leave it to you." Mo Junjie nodded. Wang Yan usually looks a little out of tune, but he is quite reliable at critical moments.

So, Mo Junjie was urged by Wang Yan to catch up on sleep and regain his energy.

So, Comrade Director stayed to guard the little crow.

"Sick beauty, it's no wonder Momo's fascination is lost." Although her little face was very embarrassed from crying, her pink face and delicate skin are still very attractive, and it's good to be young.

Wang Yan put a cold towel on Situ Qiao's head, and read the latest magazines by the bed.

Xu Shi had cried and vented the depression that had been suppressed in his heart for many years. At night, Situ Qiao miraculously lost his fever. Moreover, according to Wang Yan's description, he also ate a large bowl of porridge and three dishes of side dishes. Very good.

"Really?" Mo Junjie didn't see it, he hadn't had a serious sleep for several days, and fell asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow, and even missed dinner time.

"I can still lie to you, Qiao also asked me to tell you not to worry, the fever subsides, and you can get out of bed the next day after another sleep."

"Well, that's good." Mo Junjie raised the corners of his lips and nodded.

Seeing that his friend had regained some of his spirits, Wang Yan smiled with satisfaction. As expected, Situ Qiao is Mo Mo's heart, and Momo is strong only when the fever subsides!

Holding the little crow that had subsided his fever, he slept all night. On the second day, Mo Junjie finally stepped out of the villa amidst the calls of the studio staff.

"Boss, you finally appeared."

"Boss! Is sister-in-law alright?"

"Don't be poor, drive seriously."

"Yes Yes!"

Mo Junjie, who was thinking about Situ Qiao in his heart, just wanted to go back quickly.

Wang Yan also had something to do in the morning, so he left for a while, and ordered a few male servants to stay and take care of Mo Ermao's family.

But when he came back at noon, he was shocked to find that Situ Qiao had disappeared.

"Where's the person?" Wang Yan grabbed a male servant's neck and asked fiercely.

Momo came back to find that I was missing at this f*cking night, so why not chop me into three pieces with an ax immediately?

The male servant was startled, and said honestly, "I'm back in Japan, Master Qiao told you not to worry."

"Say it clearly!" Why did you suddenly return to Japan?I was unconscious from the fever yesterday, but today I suddenly jumped up?

Wang Yan felt a little headache.

"It's like this." The manservant began to describe.

It turned out that the anti-nuclear trend in Japan was gradually subsiding, and SA executives called to ask Situ Qiao when he could return to China, and the next stage play tour was about to begin.

Situ Qiao actually replied that he could go back today.

Since wandering back to the original world, how could he lie here?

The Japanese side got an affirmative answer, and immediately sent the code of the ticket to his mobile phone. Holding the mobile phone, carrying a small leather bag, and wrapping himself in a scarf to keep warm, Situ Qiao actually went out to take a taxi to the airport.

The male servants are only ordered to stay and wait on people, and they have no right to interfere with other people's decisions.

Therefore, it was impossible to stop him, so he could only help to bring a message.

"Shit——if I'm hacked to death by Momo, you guys can bury me with me!" After listening to the whole process described by the male servants, Wang Yan felt an urge to shi.

It will definitely be killed.