[69 Book Bar-WWW.69 SHAME. COM] "Don't talk about you, I'm almost scared myself to death. I thought I had something... a terminal illness or something." She restrained her smile, and her tassel-like eyelashes covered her drooping eyes, like a child who made a mistake.

Thinking of what the doctor said just now, she felt as if she was listening to the best vow in the world. "You have frequent stomach pain recently because you don't pay attention to your daily routine at all. If you don't eat on time in the morning, noon and evening, your stomach will certainly worsen. But don't worry, I'll prescribe a few medications for you to go back and eat. As for fever, I suggest you get a drip."

The person who talked to her was an old Chinese doctor in her fifties. Because she was studying for a PhD in the UK, she immigrated to the UK with her family very early.

"It seems that I have to supervise your three meals in the future!" Bei Weiyi touched his chin and said solemnly.

"I swear, I will have a good meal in the future and will never worry you anymore." Mo Weiliang stood up straight, raised three fingers confidently, and sweared with the sky.

Bei Weiyi smiled and held her three fingers with her hands, then sat by the bed, picked up the white porridge beside her, "Come on, drink some porridge first to warm up your body."

Then gently scoop up with a spoon and blew it gently, then transfer it to Mo Weiliang's mouth, "Come on, open your mouth."

Mo Weiliang glanced at him, then obediently opened his mouth and put the porridge in his mouth. The delicate rice grains were stuck together, and the smooth feeling was a little bit of the rice grains, which followed her throat, the esophagus finally reached her stomach, warming her stomach and warming her heart.

"It tastes so delicious. I didn't expect your chef to be so skilled." Mo Weiliang's eyes began to shine. He said to him, then raised his lips and said to himself: "That's right. If the skills are not good, you shouldn't be your chef."

She didn't see a trace of unknown light sliding across Beiyi's eyes, which was as deep as a pool.

I don’t know if the porridge was too delicious or she had been hungry for too long, but Mo Weiliang put all the porridge into his stomach after a few seconds. Bei Weiyi was carefully picking up a tissue and wiping it on the corner of her mouth.

"I Yi, the first time I think white porridge can be so delicious. When will you ask your chef to cook it for me? And... I must meet your chef if I have the chance. I can only cook such delicious porridge with such precious sincerity..." Mo Weiliang clasped his hands together, looking pious.

Bei Weiyi slashed her hand on the corner of her mouth, and then chuckled, "So, are you in love with the porridge cooked by this chef?" He deliberately bit the accent of the word "love".

"Of course, I can guarantee that this is the most delicious porridge in the world!"

Mo Weiliang looked at him with bright eyes, and there seemed to be a sense of pleasure in admiration inside.

"That chef is very busy, and not everyone can eat the porridge he cooks." Bei Yiyi pursed his lips tightly, pretending to put his fist inadvertently, coughing twice, as if he wanted to laugh but couldn't.

Mo Weiliang immediately picked up the bowl that she had emptied aside, looked left and right, and said in a frustration, "It's gone. If I had known that not everyone could eat it, I should have kept some to commemorate it."
Chapter completed!