The pampered baby of King's High School

The rumbling sound from Motata's stomach spread throughout the entire suite...

Of course, it failed to escape Feng Yingchen's ears.Feng Yingchen frowned in dissatisfaction, her bright black eyes inadvertently cast aside the embarrassed Mo Tata, and said coldly, "Idiot."

"Is it okay if I'm hungry? If it wasn't for delivering something to you, I would have finished eating hot pot and taking a lunch break in the dormitory by this time. It's fine for you, it's fine if you don't know how to be grateful, and you are still talking sarcasticly! I'm leaving, you Don’t stop me, I’m going to eat! I’m starving to death, really.” Motata frowned in protest, getting out of bed and about to leave.

Feng Yingchen didn't stop her, she sat leisurely in front of the computer and continued to enter her own files, the perfect and delicate lines of her profile showed his indifference and superior alienation.

Mo Tata realized that Feng Yingchen was so obedient, and jumped more joyfully. However, when passing by Feng Yingchen's luxurious desk, he found a white bottle on it. Mo Tata picked up the bottle in doubt, wondering He leaned in front of his eyes and took a look—fever-reducing medicine? !

"Eh! No way? Feng Yingchen, do you have a fever?..." Mo Tata looked at the muscular Feng Yingchen with an incredulous expression on his face. He was still so graceful and energetic. How could he look like a patient? ? !

"What do you think?" Feng Yingchen glanced at the surprised Mo Tata lightly, calm and composed.

"Impossible? You don't look like a patient now? Have you ever seen a patient play tricks? Have you ever seen a patient like to hurt others? Have you seen a patient so... er, not serious?" Mota Ta and the others looked at the aloof Feng Yingchen with wide eyes, in disbelief.

It’s okay to be a weird person at ordinary times, it’s impossible to not respond to illness, right?

Mo Tata boldly stretched out his small hand to touch Feng Yingchen's forehead with doubts, and there was a burst of scorching heat from the palm of his hand, "Hmm...it's a little hot!"

"Take your hands away." The voice was cold and without a trace of warmth.

"Uh... Although you have a job, your body is important! You have so many people in your gang, you can just find someone to do it. Your body is the key! That..." Although Mo Tata wanted to leave, but seeing this beautiful boy sick But for the sake of work, he forbears not mentioning his mouth and feels very uncomfortable inside.

Tata remembered Aunt Fang's words, "Feng Yingchen puts the dignity of the gang more important than her own life."Thinking of this, Mo Tata couldn't help admiring Feng Yingchen secretly in his heart.

"Aren't you leaving yet?"

"Uh... my..."

"Don't you regret it?"

"Ah?!..."

"Take the things down and cook for me." Feng Yingchen ordered lightly while typing documents on the keyboard.

"tell me why?!"

"Dare not obedient? Try." Feng Yingchen's face was full of ruffian-like laziness, and he glanced contemptuously at Mo Tata who wanted to tear himself apart with his deep eyes.

"I... just go! For the sake of you being a patient... Anyway, I have never cooked in my life, and you will eat it for me no matter how unpalatable it is! Don't regret it!!" Mo Tata Urgently pushed his nose to his face.Then picked up the kraft paper bag that fell on the Fendi carpet, and walked down the stairs with great reluctance...

Alas!Obviously it was my stomach that called out first!I'm still hungry. ╭(╯^╰)╮! !