Depend on!

Mo Yaochen's face suddenly changed and he was about to vomit, but Qiao Zihao had already walked a few steps away. This was fed by Bei Wanxing, how could he vomit?!

Mo Yaochen pursed his thin lips tightly, and he didn't even bite a few bites, so he swallowed it...

Bei Wanxing heard his muffled groan and turned his face away, "What's wrong, isn't you eating too fast?"

Her mouth was full of eggs, and Mo Yaochen couldn't speak for a moment, but just hugged her tightly. Qiao Zihao walked up to her and her eyes fell on her face, "Wanxing, I've been looking for you for a long time."

He did not mention the fact that she fed Mo Yaochen just now.

"Look for me?"

"You are the author of the nomination key training. There are all your seniors there. You have a lot of experience. You should make friends with them. They will toast my wine later," Qiao Zihao raised his glass, "I'll come on the wine, just drink juice."

Mo Yaochen frowned when he heard this. What is a senior with great experience? Could it be that Wu Chengen, the author of Journey to the West, also came?!

It sounds so nice!

He said coldly, "I haven't respected you yet, wait until they have finished respecting you."

"Mr. Mo, I'm sorry, I'll send Wanxing here later."

Qiao Zihao said a gesture of asking for help. Bei Wanxing nodded. When Mo Yaochen saw that she was leaving, he cursed inwardly and suddenly groaned and pressed his hand towards his stomach.

Bei Wanxing paused when she took steps, and she turned her head, "What's wrong?"

Mo Yaochen supported the back of the chair with one hand, bent down slightly with his upper body. He didn't say anything, clasped his hand into a fist and pressed his head down gently.

Bei Wanxing hurriedly held his arm and touched his forehead with his hands, "What's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Mo Yaochen frowned. It was really uncomfortable. Eating an egg was even more uncomfortable than beating him!

He pursed his lips, and Bei Wanxing thought of the stomach medicine he saw on the Yaoyao Xingchen tea table, and looked at his current symptoms, "Do you have stomachache?"

Mo Yaochen twitched, and he hummed softly at the tip of his nose, and squeezed out a muffled tone, "Yes."

Bei Wanxing became anxious in an instant, "Oh no... have you brought the medicine?"

“Not brought.”

Bei Wanxing looked around, "Then you sit down first, I'll pour you a cup of hot water for you to drink..."

"I won't sit," Mo Yaochen glanced at the soft and comfortable seat and said in a muffled voice, "The chair is too hard, and it hurts even more when sitting."

Bei Wanxing frowned, "Then go back to the room to rest. Will it be better to lie down?"

Mo Yaochen nodded lightly and agreed.

Seeing this, Bei Wanxing hurriedly took his coat and helped him leave. Qiao Zihao didn't expect that he would come like this. He frowned, "Wanxing, those seniors..."

"I may not be able to go. I have to take care of him because of his stomach pain," Bei Wanxing nodded apologetically, "I'm sorry, I will go tomorrow and everyone explain the situation..."

"Bao Zaoyue, will you go?"

Mo Yaochen said and pushed her down, his face looked very painful. He stood up straight and wanted to walk by himself. Bei Wanxing hurriedly walked over, "Are you feeling uncomfortable now? Do you want me to carry you?"

"You can move me in your back?" She wanted to throw him to death to save trouble?!

"It should be possible..." Bei Wanxing said as he was about to walk to him. Mo Yaochen was not willing to do so and pulled her back, "No!"

"Then you put my shoulders on it, it will be easier to walk like this."

Bei Wanxing said as she put Mo Yaochen's arm on his shoulders. She hugged his waist with one hand and helped him walk out.
Chapter completed!