My roommate is finally back to normal

"Why do you want to apply for medical school?" Gao Boxin was still in a daze.

He had chatted with Tong Mo about filling out volunteers before, but he asked Tong Mo which major he wanted to choose.

In his eyes, Tong Mo is so good that he chooses to pass the admission score at any time, so this question is basically superfluous.

But he never thought that Tong Mo's ambition would be to become a doctor.

Because of what made Tong Mo think of becoming a doctor, Gao Boxin had an answer in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it rashly.

He felt that he was quite satisfied when he was secretly happy in his heart.

"After I heard that you plan to become a professional athlete, I checked on 椥┳柏," Tong Mo said with a slight frown. "It is basically difficult for athletes to avoid the hidden dangers of injuries. If you are injured or..."

Tong Mo was tamed by Gao Baixin before finishing the rest of his sentence ё×Shu

"Momo, did you make this decision for me?" Gao Boxin asked in a low voice.

Tong Mo nodded.

Tong Mo's reaction was too flat, as if this was an unusual decision.

Gao Boxin endured it and felt that he shouldn't, so he lowered his head to find Tong Mo's lips, and kissed them forcefully.

They were sitting on two thin chairs, even if he wanted to pull Tong Mo to sit on his lap, this idea was abruptly shattered because of his ankle that needed ice compress.

He only moved Lu Lu slightly, and Tong Mo, who was kissed by him, woke up instantly.

"Don't move yet, you have to rest at least for a while!" Bi Mo gasped for breath and didn't forget to tell him.

Gao Boxin's mood was extremely complicated.

He felt that his insignificant sprain had come at a very bad time.

Tong Mo not only restricted Gao Boxin's personal freedom, but also sent a message to his father without hesitation.

He said: -Gao Baixin has a bowl here. I will have dinner with him today, and it may be late. Dad, please tell my mother for me, Happy New Years Eve.

Gao Boxin sat obediently on the chair and looked at his mobile phone: "What did you tell your dad?"

"I told him, I'll be home late today." Tong Mo put away his phone and stood up, "You still have some food in the refrigerator, I'll make you some food today!

"what??"

Gao Boxin didn't know which sentence he was going to express shock to first.

Gao Boxin took his injured right leg off the chair, hopped on one foot and moved to the kitchen.

"Momo, can you cook?" He asked in surprise.

"Seeing how many times you've done it, you'll probably be stunned." Tong Mo tied Gao Baixin's apron around himself.

Gao Baixin had just read Shuju Xiushen to the person in front of him, when Tong Mo had already rinsed the vegetables and started cutting them.

Gao Boxin's eyelids twitched, and he took two steps forward: "Let me chop the vegetables, don't cut your hands."

"No, you rest." Tong Mo didn't turn his head.

"If you are worried about my feet, you can hug me from behind, so that I will be full of energy." Gao Boxin said.

Tong Mo: "..."

Gao Boxin realized that he had slipped his mouth, so he quickly zipped his mouth.

Afterwards, Tong Mo was still busy in the kitchen, Gao Baixin, Che P, Mu Dagger, Fat Steel, Fu Yuke

The appearance of Tong Mo wearing an apron can indeed make Gao Boxin feel distracted, but he can't take care of his turbulent mind at the moment. The judgment depends on whether Tong Mo cut his hand or was splashed with oil.

Tong Mo only cooked two dishes for this meal, but it took nearly two hours.

Gao Boxin was full of praise for the results of his cooking, but Tong Mo frowned while eating: "I put less salt, and the time for marinating the meat is also shorter."

Gao Boxin didn't care much: "It's okay, let me cook from now on."

"Your foot injury is not healed, I have to cook for you these days." Tong Mo said without hesitation.

It took Gao Boxin a while to respond: "Ah."

For Gao Boxin, the sprained ankle was basically fine when he woke up the next day. He even did some exercise after waking up, which proved that he was still alive and well.

But Tong Mochen can only jump on one foot, showing the professionalism of the wounded.

Otherwise, Tong Mo would frown and blame him for not resting properly.

Tong Mo cooked Gao Boxin's meals for three days in a row, and when she checked the recipes at home, Tong's mother noticed something was wrong.

"What does Momo do at Xiaogao's house? Could it be cooking for Xiaogao?" Tong's mother asked Tong's father.

Father Tong's eyelids twitched.

He had already heard Tong Mo talk about Gao Boxin's injury, and Tong Mo insisted on taking care of Gao Boxin, but he could not stop his son's reasonable decision.

Tong Mo had no idea that he and his father had worked so hard to hide from his mother that they were about to be ruined, so he hurriedly finished his breakfast and ran out.

"Dad, Mom, I'm going to Gao Baixin's house." His voice floated out of the door faster than his voice.

Gao Baixin sat on the desk in the study and looked down from the window sill. When he saw Tong Mo running into the apartment building, he immediately rushed to the living room and opened the door.

Before Tong Mo could check whether Gao Boxin had used his sprained foot again, he was dragged into the room by Gao Boxin, who was half hugged and half dragged.

"Your feet—" Tong Mo still looked down persistently.

"It's okay, I'll dance for you, it's fine." Gao Baixin is wearing a thong at home, wearing a pair of thongs, cherry thongs, bottom tungsten, and twigs.

Tong Mo: "..."

"I've already steamed the food, you don't need to cook today." Gao Boxin said again.

"Steamed?" Tong Mo looked at him unexpectedly.

"Well, I steamed a fish, as well as tofu and pork ribs, all of which you like to eat." Gao Baixin said softly.

"Okay," Tong Mo leaned against Ding Yuannao Lei Ying without much interest, "Am I here today with nothing to do?"

"I have something to do." Gao Boxin said.

"Is there anything left for me to do?" Tong Mo was very suspicious.

"Jixiu has dinner first, and I'll tell you slowly." Gao Boxin put it off.

They sat at the desk in the room and wrote the test papers. When the door of the room couldn't block the smell of food, Gao Baixin stood up and took the food out of the pressure cooker.

"It's time to eat, Momo." Gao Boxin called out to Lu Huan

Tong Mo thought it was just a simple meal, but he didn't expect Gao Boxin to get up suddenly and go to the kitchen after he finished eating the monsters, and took out the things from the inside.

Tong Mo looked at Gao Boxin approaching him with an apron inexplicably.

"What to do?" he asked warily.

"After dinner, show me your apron again, okay?" Gao Boxin said in a low voice.

Tong Mo thought he heard it wrong: "What?"

"I want to see Yan Wei again." Gao Boxin coughed lowly, "It's very beautiful."

Tong Mo was speechless.

"I won't wear it." Tong Mo rejected him extremely ruthlessly.

Gao Boxin felt a little regretful: "If you don't want to, I won't force you, it's just—"

Tong Mo couldn't bear it anymore and pointed to the plate in front of him with his chopsticks: "You eat, don't talk."

Although the trick failed, Gao Boxin's interest did not weaken at all.

He quickly finished his meal, waited for Tong Mo to finish eating, hummed a song and walked into the kitchen with the bowl and chopsticks.

Tong Mo still didn't quite understand, how could Gao Boxin be so excited?

But Gao Boxin's excitement was clearly still to come.

After Gao Boxin cleaned up the kitchen, he walked to Tong Mo's side, and directly bent down to kiss Tong Mo.

Tong Mo hastily put his hand on Gao Boxin's shoulder: "What's wrong with you today?"

"I've endured it for a long time." Gao Boxin's voice was a little aggrieved.

"What are you putting up with?" Tong Mo asked, his face turning red.

"Ever since your father promulgated the rule of staying overnight, I have been enduring it. You have been dangling in front of me in an apron every day, and I am also enduring it," Gao Boxin said, and couldn't help but bowed his head and kissed him again. Luan Mo, "Momo, the sun is just right now, we—"

The sun is just right?

We - what?

Tong Mo couldn't figure out how what they were doing now was connected with Yang Guang.

Instead, he really wanted to pull up all the curtains, block out all the sunlight, and make the room completely dark.

It took Gao Boxin a long time to realize that they were sitting at the dining table in the living room, which was obviously an inconvenient position, and Tong Mo's waist was probably also very strenuous.

He immediately bent down to pick Tong Mo up and walked into the room.

It's been a while since he bought this bright red quilt cover and bed blanket, and it finally came in handy.

The winter sun outside the window is gorgeous, and the room is warmly red. Isn't this reflecting the wedding night in the bridal chamber?

No, it's not even night yet.

Tong Mo's only remnant was a rough reminder: "Now, or, in the afternoon..."

"It doesn't matter, there are still a few hours before night, we can, take your time." Gao Baixin nibbled Samson on the tip of his ear

Tong Mo was completely speechless.

Gao Boxin couldn't hear Tong Mo's voice other than panting when he said anything, and he was a little regretful.

He could only ask and answer for himself.

"Momo, does this hurt?"

……

"Does it still hurt? Then I'll take it easy—"

……

Gao Boxin rushed Tong Mo back home before ten o'clock in the evening.

Although Tong Mo's whole body was sore and his voice was hoarse, he didn't dare to stay with Gao Boxin to finish the day.

They are like deceiving their ears and stealing their bells, hiding their positions in secret, and deceiving themselves and others without anyone noticing completed the most rebellious act in their lives.

Gao Boxin usually sent Tong Mo downstairs, but today he sent Tong Mo into the house with extreme anxiety.

Seeing that Tong Mo's figure was about to disappear behind the door, Gao Boxin reluctantly pushed the door open, and when he saw Tong Mo's footsteps trembling, he moved closer to his mother.

"Xiao Gao." At this moment, Dad Tong's voice suddenly came from the direction of the sofa.

Gao Boxin instantly petrified.

"Tomorrow's New Year's Eve, remember to come over for dinner." Father Tong put down the newspaper in his hand and said in a low voice.

During the few seconds that Gao Boxin looked at Tong's father, Tong Mo had already walked into his room quickly.

Gao Boxin turned to Tong's father and replied seriously: "Okay, I'm sure!

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