Leng Ran hurriedly removed his mouth from the straw and waved to the doctor, "No, no, no, there's no need. I know my own body. Just sleep..."
Before she could finish speaking, Mo Fei had already reached out and grabbed her left wrist and brought it to the doctor.
"Could it be...what are you doing?!"
Could it be that he ignored her and just glanced at the doctor?
The doctor quickly collected blood from Leng Ran's finger, placed a cotton swab on her finger, and Mo Fei stretched out his finger to hold the cotton swab for her.
Leng Ran pressed on the back of the sofa and stared at Mo Fei in front of him with anger.
Mo Fei raised his hand to bring over the remaining juice in the cup.
"Why are you staring? Keep drinking!"
He had communicated with the doctor about Leng Ran's condition before.
The doctor believed that since she was in her menstrual period and such high-intensity training was likely to cause dehydration, he suggested that he check Lengran's blood before deciding whether to undergo intravenous drip treatment.
"I really admire you." Leng Ran rolled her eyes, held the straw in her mouth, and drank the juice in the cup. She took a deep breath and said, "Maybe I must talk to you now!"
"What are we talking about?" Mo Fei asked.
Leng Ran withdrew her fingers from his hand and pinched the cotton swab.
"Now, let your chef and doctor leave my maintenance station immediately, or I will kick you out!"
Please, she is in the maintenance station here, she is a racing car, not a pretty lady.
It's just training, it's not the first time, there's no need for it.
"Okay!" Mo Fei supported the back of the sofa with both hands and looked at her sternly, "I'm also telling you, either... you quit the competition, or... you have to let me stay here, and the doctor and the chef also
Gotta stay!”
Leng Ran frowned, "Could it be...don't force me to quarrel with you!"
The corners of Mo Fei's lips raised, "It's up to you... Anyway, I won't quarrel with you. If you want to lose your temper, just lose your temper. Anyway... I won't leave this pit until the end of your race!"
"Okay!" Leng Ran pushed him away, "You're not leaving, right... I'm leaving!"
Mo Fei took steps to follow her, "Then I'll go too. I'll go wherever you go."
"Shameless!" Leng Ran scolded him as he walked away.
Mo Fei helped her pull up the blanket and said, "Continue."
Leng Ran turned her face and pointed at the tip of his nose with her finger, "I'm telling you Niubi Tang, if you follow me again, I will be angry."
Mo Fei looked indifferent and said, "You have said this eight million times since you were a child. Anyway, when you are angry, the first time you get angry is to point to your nose, the second time to push someone, and the third time... to go to the bathroom."
Leng Ran gritted his teeth in anger, raised his hands, grabbed his shoulders and pushed him against the wall.
Unfortunately, he is taller than her now, and she still looks up to him. This is really not a deterrent.
"Do you want me to stand lower?"
Mo Fei asked with a playful smile.
"ah!"
Leng Ran was so angry that he turned around and walked straight to the bathroom.
Could it be that she hurriedly chased after him, but it was already too late? She had already rushed into the bathroom first and locked the door.
"Xiao Xiao..." Mo Fei raised his hand and knocked on the door, "Open the door!"
"not open!"
"Hurry up!"
"It just won't open!"
"Xiao Xiao!" Mo Fei glanced around to make sure no one was nearby before speaking again, "Did you bring sanitary napkins?"
Leng Ran looked at his racing suit and opened the door angrily.
Mo Fei immediately took out a small package from his pocket and mailed it to her. Leng Ran snatched it away and slammed the door again.
