Mo Yao regretted going to tiaodou Mo Xiaobai at this time. The final result was that he didn't wake up until after nine o'clock the next night. He was not conscious at all during the journey and developed a high fever. His body seemed to have been torn apart and reorganized.
It was soft and painful, and it tasted like everything. When he woke up in a daze, he realized that he had a high fever. Mo Yao pursed his lips, and turned his head to see Mo Xiaobai wearing a bathrobe, guarding him like a large loyal dog, moist.
His eyes and annoyed expression are nothing like the madness of yesterday.
Mo Yao breathed a sigh of relief. Xiaobai kissed Mo Yao's eyelids and said softly, "Brother, are you still uncomfortable somewhere?"
"I don't feel comfortable anywhere."
Mo Xiaobai made a groaning sound and rubbed his head against Mo Yao's side, "I'm guilty."
Mo Yao was extremely calm, "You are not allowed to be up there for the next year."
Mo Xiaobai, "...Woo, half a year is good?"
Mo Yao ignored his convulsions. Mo Xiaobai was very persistent about the issue of attack and reception. The last time he went crazy and made Mo Yao unable to get out of bed for two days, he sacrificed half a year's welfare. Although Mo Yao was good at technology, he should
The recipient is also comfortable, but a man carries his weapon with him, so there is no reason not to use it for half a year. This is so frustrating. Mo Xiaobai knew that he had gone too far this time. When he woke up in the morning, Mo Yao was already in a coma with a high fever. He hurriedly
He hurriedly carried the person to the bathroom to clean up, and then asked the agents to run to the hospital to get antipyretics and injections, and then gave Mo Yao all the injections.
It was a little better now. Now that Mo Yao woke up, he was extremely weak. Although Mo Xiaobai wanted to be a lowly person, he still felt that one year was too long, so he couldn't help but bargain with Mo Yao.
Mo Xiaobai felt very aggrieved when he saw Mo Yao ignoring him, so he added another two months, "Is eight months good?"
…
"The ten months?"
"Brother, it's been ten months, not a year." Otherwise, if I do it again next time, I won't be able to work for two years.
"Get out! It's so noisy." Mo Yao couldn't bear it and pushed Mo Xiaobai's head away. Mo Xiaobai obediently went downstairs and brought up the cooked bird's nest. He fed Mo Yao one bite after another. After eating the bird's nest, he brought a portion.
He also wanted to feed Mo Yao Western food. Mo Yao looked at his hands and feet. They were all intact. Is it necessary?
Mo Yao was a little dizzy due to the high fever, so he didn't bother to pay attention to Mo Xiaobai and let him feed him. Mo Xiaobai was willing to serve others, but he served them very comfortably. After eating, he fell asleep, and Mo Xiaobai spontaneously
After taking the computer, he communicated with Wushuang about the details of the business.
But he couldn't make up his mind. This was an accident and he was stimulated. Although it might not happen once this year, once such a thing happened, he would always hurt Mo Yao. Mo Xiaobai couldn't help but cast his eyes on
On the sleeping Mo Yao's face, his face was extremely clear and pale. It was all his fault. He swore last time that a similar situation would never happen again, but he couldn't control himself at all.
Mo Xiaobai paused, then went to the balcony to call Bai Ye and asked softly, "Uncle Bai Ye, when will my poison be cured?"
Bai Ye yawned and resisted the urge to scold her. It was so late at night, and the jet lag really couldn't hurt. He had only slept for an hour. Suman was very light sleeper, and he knew it when the phone rang. Bai Ye glanced at Suman
, remind yourself to remember to turn off your phone next time you go to bed.
It has become a habit to keep his cell phone on 24 hours a day, because he is a doctor. It would be terrible if he could not contact his relatives and friends if something happens to him, so he never turns off his cell phone while sleeping. Suman doesn't like cell phones and he has never worn them.
Cell phone, satellite contact if necessary.
"Aren't you feeling great?"
"I mean I will never be stimulated again." Mo Xiaobai's voice was low.
"...You tortured Mo Yao to death again?" Bai Ye asked tentatively.
Mo Xiaobai, "..."
It's the default.
Bai Ye touched his nose and wondered what he could do. It was already very difficult for him to keep Mo Xiaobai alive and bouncing around like this. This kind of toxicity lasted a lifetime, so it was not so easy to completely remove it.
There is no hope.
He rubbed his brows and said, "Men like violent and bloody sex. Maybe Mo Yao likes it very much. Be good, go to sleep, he won't die."
"Uncle Bai Ye..."
"You really can't die. Don't worry, I'm hanging up. Don't call me at this time if you have nothing important to do." Bai Ye also yawned and hung up the phone.
Suman's voice sounded like a ghost, "Do all men like violent and bloody sex?"
Bai Ye suddenly became excited, Suman raised his eyebrows, and a joking expression appeared on his expressionless face, "Let's try it another day."
"I'll fuck you!" Bai Ye said decisively.
"Have your spring and autumn dream, you like it but I don't like it." Suman said coldly.
Bai Ye wondered, "Are you not a man?"
Suman paused, "You should have known completely whether I was a man an hour ago."
In the white night, the noodles are full of beef.
Mo Yao slept for two days straight. His high fever was gone. There were too many expensive medicines in his body to support him. He couldn't get sick even if he wanted to, but there was a dull pain in a special part of his body, which still reminded him of the fierce sexual intercourse he had had. Mo Yao
Xiaobai has been checking something for the past two days, so much so that he has been working on the balcony. There are four computers on the long table on the balcony, all connected to the server at the headquarters.
When Mo Yao walked out of the balcony, he saw Mo Xiaobai quickly inputting instructions into the computer. One of the computers displayed internal information about the Mexican gang, while the other computer displayed complex codes that kept going. Mo Xiaobai tried to hack into it.
What? But he was blocked all the time. He frowned slightly and approached Mo Xiaobai, "What are you doing?"
"Brother, I found something interesting." Mo Xiaobai didn't look back, but he didn't distract himself from the explanation. He kept tapping on the keyboard with his fingers, and the source code continued to move quickly. At this time, he was a standard
hacker.
The noon sun reflected on Mo Xiaobai's serious face showed a stunning beauty.
Mo Yao sat down, and at the same time he forgot about the pain in a certain place. He was suddenly stimulated, and his face showed a little weirdness. For a flash, Mo Yao leaned forward to look. As soon as he looked at Mo Xiaobai, someone invited him
out of the system, all four computers were paralyzed.
