Ji Shao, he is pretending to be weak again

Chapter 167 Are You Really Sick?
Ji Mo saw that she didn't think the floor was dirty, so he just sat on the ground angrily, and a lot of plaster stuck to the white chiffon skirt in an instant.

She stared at him angrily, as if she was so hungry that she didn't even have the strength to bicker.

"If I don't go back and drive, are you going to sit here forever?" Ji Mo shook his head and asked her.

Qi Shaoqin snorted, "That's right!"

"It's impossible to go back and drive. If you walk back and come back again, you'll have to wait longer." After Ji Mo finished speaking, she saw her angry face wrinkled like a bun.

Qi Shaoqin said angrily: "Anyway, I'm tired, hungry and angry. If you don't drive, or don't let someone drive us, I won't leave. You can figure it out! You have to take care of me, Just smash your own signboard!"

"Well, you are sitting on the ground playing your temper because you don't want to walk, as long as you don't have to walk, it's fine, right?" Ji Mo thought for a while and asked her suddenly.

Qi Shaoqin felt that he understood well, nodded and said, "Yes!"

Ji Mo didn't speak, but walked in front of her, and suddenly squatted down with his back to her.

Qi Shaoqin looked at him with wide shoulders and narrow waist in puzzlement. Even his back and the back of his head were so beautiful, he said unbalanced: "What kind of show are you showing off early in the morning! I'm a woman, so I won't envy your broad shoulders." Narrow waist! I'm not interested in the back of your head!"

"What are you thinking about?" He sighed helplessly, "Come up, I'll carry you on my back."

"What did you say?" Qi Shaoqin instantly petrified.

The sick man said... carrying her?
Did she hear correctly?
The sick man said... carrying her?
"Ahem, ahem, ahem, are you sure?"

The sick man is so weak, can he move her by his back?

She was worried that she would be crushed by him casually.

"Well, I'll carry you on my back." Ji Mo said with certainty.

Qi Shaoqin's heartbeat was inexplicably chaotic again.

She looked at Ji Mo's back in a daze.

Ji Mo's voice slowly said: "Although I have made a reservation, you can only eat the most authentic ancestral cuisine in City B if you arrive at the breakfast place before nine o'clock."

"Cough cough cough, what time is it now?" After Qi Shaoqin finished speaking, Ji Mo said, "It's eight o'clock. Hurry up now, there's still time."

"Damn! Can you really move me?" Qi Shaoqin was in a dilemma. The sick man is so weak, can he really not be crushed?

No matter how he looked at it, he didn't seem to be able to move her.

However, if you go by yourself, you will be really tired.

I'm so entangled, alas...

"Yes, come up." Ji Mo said again in a firm tone.

Qi Shaoqin leaned over and climbed onto his back.

Suddenly it felt a little strange.

This sick man surprised her.

Originally thought that his frail body was carrying her on his back, and even getting up from the ground would be a problem.

But she found that she was worrying too much.

He didn't seem to feel the weight while carrying her on his back, he got up very smoothly, and walking forward with her on his back seemed to be no different from the stroll in the garden before.

It was Qi Shaoqin who kept worrying, for fear that the sick child would be crushed by her and throw her to the ground and squat on her ass.

After walking for about 10 minutes, Ji Mo still didn't catch his breath, as if he wasn't tired at all.

Only then did Qi Shaoqin relax and let him carry it on his back.

Every step Ji Mo took was very steady.

It doesn't look like a weak person who is seriously ill and ready to die at any time.

Qi Shaoqin suddenly had doubts in his heart.

"Hey, sick man, are you really sick?" Her question sounded like a curse.

(End of this chapter)