Quick Travel: After defeating the villain, the host becomes more sophisticated

Gong Jiushao took a piece of pumpkin cake, took a bite, and swallowed it under Lin Muan's expectant eyes.

"Is it tasty?"

"It's delicious." The pumpkin pie was indeed beyond his expectation. He thought it would be very sweet and greasy, but the texture was just right and suited his taste.

Lin Muan was very happy when Gong Jiushao said it was delicious.

"It's delicious. Brother Jiu, eat more." Lin Mu'an held his chin with his hands and looked at Gong Jiushao.

"Well, have you eaten yet?"

"After eating it, I think it's delicious, but everything on Brother Jiu's plate is made by me." Lin Mu'an looked at Gong Jiushao with a smile, "I'm afraid it won't taste good."

"No, it tastes delicious the first time I make it." Gong Jiushao did not hesitate to praise him, but Lin Muan was indeed happier.

Lin Mu'an turned to watch TV. Gong Jiushao followed Lin Mu'an and watched half of the pumpkin pie on the plate.

"It's late, go to bed."

"Okay." Lin Mu'an obediently turned off the TV and put Gong Jiushao's leftover pumpkin cake back into the kitchen.

Gong Jiushao went upstairs to wash up first, and Lin Muan went upstairs. Gong Jiushao was still washing up, but the longer the time went on, the more Lin Muan felt something was wrong.

"Brother Ninth?" Lin Muan knocked on the bathroom door.

"What's wrong?" Gong Jiushao's voice was unexpectedly cold and depressing, "I'll take a longer time to wash. If you want to wash, go back to your room."

"Brother Jiu?" Lin Muan knocked on the door again, but Gong Jiushao ignored him this time.

Lin Muan tried to twist the handle, but it was useless. Gong Jiushao locked it.

"Brother Ninth! Brother Ninth! What's wrong? Why don't you speak?" Lin Mu'an knocked on the door a few more times, "Brother Ninth, did you fall?"

"No... you go out." Gong Jiushao has already finished washing, but he can't go out. He can understand what that familiar feeling is.

If he gets sick and cannot control it, he will hurt Lin Muan.

"Brother Ninth, are you feeling uncomfortable? What should I do?" Lin Muan squatted at the door of the bathroom and knocked gently on the door.

When Gong Jiushao heard Lin Muan's soft sobs, he didn't dare to move even more. His heart was very messy and cruel at the moment.

"I'm not feeling well, go find Aunt Wu." Gong Jiushao's eyes were scarlet, and he gritted his teeth with the anger he was holding back.

Lin Muan stopped crying. He knew that crying was useless, so he went to find Aunt Wu. Gong Jiushao came out of the bathroom, took his cell phone, and locked the bedroom door.

Gong Jiushao sent a message to Aunt Wu asking her to take Lin Muan away, and then called Imoxian and asked someone to come over quickly. Before that, he had taken sedative medicine, but it had little effect.

Lin Muan went to find Aunt Wu, but Aunt Wu coaxed Lin Muan not to let him go back. Lin Muan could only sit in the living room and be watched.

"Aunt Wu, how is Ninth Brother? Can't I go up yet?" Lin Muan lowered his head and clasped his fingers.

"Sir, everything is fine. Doctor Mo just went up. Are you sleepy, Xiao An? Do you want to take a nap? Maybe he will be fine after a nap." Aunt Wu touched Lin Muan's head.

She felt a little unbearable in her heart. She knew a little about Gong Jiushao's condition, and she could also feel the subtle relationship between Lin Muan and Gong Jiushao. She didn't know whether it was a blessing or a curse.

But Lin Mu'an seemed to be more popular, and she smiled on her face. There was nothing wrong with her. Even with Gong Jiushao's condition, she was afraid that Gong Jiushao's illness would hurt Lin Mu'an.

"No, I want to see Ninth Brother. Ninth Brother was fine just now. Why did he suddenly become ill?" Lin Muan's voice was choked and his eyes were slightly red.

"We'll ask when the doctor comes down later. If your husband is doing well, I'll take you there." Aunt Wu sighed. Lin Mu'an had a stubborn temper. If she didn't agree, he would definitely get into a fight with her.

"Ah."

The condition of Gong Jiushao upstairs was not much better. He was naked on the upper body and only wrapped in a bath towel on the lower body. It could be seen that he had a sudden onset of illness. When Imoxian went in and saw Gong Jiushao's eyes, he was so confused. No matter how good the quality is, I am still shocked.

Gong Jiushao can now be described as embarrassed. His hair is dripping with water, and the veins on his arms are bulging out from endurance. He is obviously sitting quietly, but his eyes are like a panther locked on its prey. Sharp and bloodthirsty.

"Are you still conscious now?" Imoxian pulled up a chair and sat five meters away from Gong Jiushao.

Gong Jiushao didn't answer, just glanced at Imoxian.

"It seems that I took a sedative, but it didn't have much effect." Imoxian glanced at the medicine bottle on the table, "I'll give you an injection, but you must not hit me."

Imoxian opened the medicine box, took out the syringe, and looked at Gong Jiushao hesitantly.

"You must control it, my small body cannot withstand your beating."

Gong Jiushao turned his head away from Imoxian. He felt like there were millions of bees flying around his ears, and the buzzing sound was accompanied by a sharp scratching sound on the glass. He didn't listen at all to what Imoxian said. Go in.

But seeing Imoxian holding the needle, he judged that Imoxian was going to give him the injection.

Imoxian saw that Gong Jiushao was cooperating, so he could only give Gong Jiushao a quick injection, then quickly returned to his original position to observe the medication.

Gong Jiushao could only hold his wrist tightly, trying to suppress the restlessness in his heart with pain.

Looking at Gong Jiushao's situation, Imoxian found that it was obviously of no use, but luckily he gave Gong Jiushao a drug with a sleeping effect.

The noise in Gong Jiushao's ears did not stop, but his eyelids became heavy. When he lost consciousness and fell asleep, Imoxian breathed a sigh of relief, but he was not completely relieved.

But he didn't dare to approach Gong Jiushao. He was afraid that Gong Jiushao would wake up when he felt the unfamiliar breath approaching and strangle him to death.

Imoxian glanced at Gong Jiushao, turned around and left the bedroom.

"Doctor Mo, how is your husband's condition?" Aunt Wu asked when she saw Imoxian coming down.

"Asleep, but don't get close to him." Imoxian glanced at Lin Mu'an sitting on the sofa and gave a few words to Aunt Wu.

Lin Muan glanced at Imoxian, then continued to lower his head.

Imoxian did not go back, but rested in the guest room. Aunt Wu told Lin Muan that she could not go, and then arranged for Lin Muan to go back to the room to sleep, but how could Lin Muan be obedient.

After half an hour, he walked out of his room and went to Gong Jiushao's room. It was not locked, but it was locked when he went in.

Gong Jiushao was lying there with nothing covered. Lin Muan came closer and took a look, thinking about changing Gong Jiushao into pajamas, but found that he was not strong enough.

Lin Mu'an stood by the bed and looked at Gong Jiushao for a while, then lifted the quilt and lay down next to Gong Jiushao, and covered Gong Jiushao with the quilt.

Gong Jiushao subconsciously felt someone hugging him, but he didn't hate it, and the noisy and harsh sounds were much quieter.

Lin Mu'an glanced at Gong Jiushao, pulled the pillow behind his back, and pulled it into his arms. Gong Jiushao was a little cold and he didn't want to hug her.