Heartthrob [Transmigration Book]

"I'm here to look for Xiao Mo, but he has already gone to sleep, so he should be asleep now, do you want me to call him?"

Mu Chiyu panted slowly, sticking his sweaty clothes to the back, and the draft blew, causing a burst of cold.

He woke up with a start, unable to speak for a while.

His eyes slowly swept over Chen's father and Chen's mother, from head to toe.

Chen's father and Chen's mother's faces were full of surprise and astonishment, as if they were simply surprised that Mu Chiyu came out so late at night, but they didn't reject it. They knew that the young man outside the door had taken good care of their son for many years. I haven't seen much outside a few times.

Other than that, there was nothing unusual. Mother Chen came to her senses first, patted her husband on the shoulder, and signaled him to get out of the way, and invited Mu Chiyu to come in.

"It's already here, Xiaomu, come in and have a seat - did you forget to bring the key when you came home from overtime work? Our guest room is still vacant, or it will be a night, and I will go to work with Xiaomo tomorrow morning..."

Mu Chiyu couldn't find a more suitable reason. Hearing the words, he nodded and went down the steps. He said embarrassedly, "Then disturb uncle and aunt."

"Where the hell is it, we haven't thanked you for taking care of Xiao Mo." Mother Chen turned around and walked around the sofa to the guest room, saying, "You and Uncle Chen sit in the living room for a while, and I'll clean up the room."

Mu Chiyu wanted to stop her: "Don't bother, it's so late and you should go to bed earlier, I'll just go and squeeze with Xiao Mo, I came here occasionally before, he shouldn't mind."

Chen's mother paused when she heard the words, and seeing Mu Chiyu's insistence, she agreed after thinking about it.

"Then I'll cut some fruit for you." Mother Chen turned and walked to the kitchen again, "Everyone is here, sit down for a while."

Finally, Mu Chiyu couldn't refuse, and was scanning the room from the corner of his eye, and it was too late to refuse, so he had to say "Thank you, auntie".

Chen Mo's room is diagonally opposite to the door, and it is closed tightly at this time, as it is going through the living room.

There was no smell of blood, no screams, and the two elders in the family behaved as usual, and there seemed to be nothing unusual.

——Chen Mo couldn't be tricking him on purpose, right?

Or maybe it was just a joke out of boredom, or a random guess that was not true.

On the contrary, Mu Chiyu was too worried, so he lost his sense of proportion, and his judgment was reduced to a negative number.

How can there be ghosts in the world?

Mu Chiyu thought, if he cared about it, it would be messed up.

But there are enough weird things in this world...

Mu Chiyu took two steps forward, his heart hadn't been put to the end, and he almost jumped out again in an instant—almost cardiac arrest.

Chen Mo closed his eyes and fell behind the sofa.

"Chen Mo!"

38.

Chen Mo knew that he was dreaming.

Because the other person next to him in the dream couldn't see his face clearly, he only knew it was a man, tall, but he shouldn't be too old, at least younger than him, he chased him and called him "brother" with a smile.

The young man looked overly energetic, and Chen Mo was woken up even after taking a nap on the sofa.

I don't know where the kitchen or the bathroom is. The young people are fighting wits and courage with the air. One mouth hurts people endlessly, and it develops into a melee of pots and pans in the end.

After a jingle of smashing things, the young man came out of the kitchen with his head full of water, and saw Chen Mo open his eyes, showing some embarrassment and embarrassment.

It's like the guilty conscience of being caught by parents on the spot for doing bad things.

Chen Mo squeezed the space between his eyebrows, he was not angry, but a little funny and helpless.

He patted the empty seat beside him and said, "Come here."

The young man drooped his head, slumped to the side of the sofa dejectedly, glared fiercely in the direction of the air, and when he turned to face Chen Mo, he put on a cute face: "Brother, did I wake you up?"

Chen Mo was not deceived by his pretending to be obedient, and asked, "What's going on?"

There should be a soft hum from the position of the air, and he sold the young man completely without hesitation, and added fuel to the story: "He is thinking of putting you down with medicine, and then solve that task in your place."

The young man immediately shouted: "I didn't say I would take medicine, you mean and shameless old monster, don't slander my innocence!"

Then he turned his head and asked Chen Mo for support with righteous indignation: "Brother, you know, this monster has never been restless and good-hearted, thinking about sowing discord all day long, you said how could I be willing to drug you! I will report, the idea is this old man The monster proposed it! Brother, you have to beat it! It has thick skin and is resistant to beating!"

The air said angrily: "Cheng, you smelly and shameless! If you have the guts, let me out and we will fight each other!"

Chen Mo's eccentricity was written on his face, and he threw the green plant leaves he grabbed into the air, and the round leaves flew out like arrows.

After a very soft "boo", the air was silent.

The young man sat beside him, smiling smugly.

Chen Mo raised his hand and flicked his forehead lightly: "Don't think this matter is over."

The young man froze and defended in a low voice: "I mean it."

Chen Mo flicked him again: "What do you think about every day? With your three-legged cat skills, you think I'm not worried by yourself?"

The young man softly entered the sofa like a puddle of mud, stretched out his arms and hugged Chen Mo's waist, buried his face in his shoulder and rubbed it, and kissed the tip of his ear again and again, with a muffled voice: "According to your standard, there is nothing powerful in this world...won't you allow me to worry too..."

Chen Mo didn't push him away, as if he had long been used to this kind of touch, but sighed helplessly, stretched out his hand and rubbed the young man's head.

Perhaps because of their arrogance, young people are still complaining intermittently.

"Who doesn't know that those people are the most black-hearted this time, thinking about dealing with you all day long without doing business, as if you are going to destroy the world soon..."

"And in a few days it will be Brother Yu—"

The dream came to an abrupt end.

39.

As soon as Chen Mo opened his eyes, he met Zhao Siyuan's big face.

He blinked, his vision gradually became clear, and then calmly reminded: "You are sitting on my hand."

Zhao Siyuan's face froze, he rolled his eyes speechlessly, and at least retreated: "You really have no mood."

Chen Mo let out a "huh" without any ups and downs.

Zhao Siyuan: "..."

Chen Mo moved his fingers, and his peripheral vision has been scanned for a week. He is currently in the hospital, and he was probably sent to the hospital after passing out.

There are still several pinholes on the back of the hand, which are particularly eye-catching on the fair skin.

Chen Mo asked, "How long have I been asleep?"

"One week." Zhao Siyuan dragged a stool and sat down beside the bed, and began to complain, "You are really good. If you have a fever of more than 40 degrees, an ambulance will take you to the hospital. It scared us to death."

Chen Mo's expression seemed to be questioning, is it that exaggerated?

"Yes!" Zhao Siyuan stood up abruptly, as if he wanted to curse a few words, but looked at Chen Mo's face, endured it again, snorted twice, and sat back quietly.

"I sent a critical illness notice to your parents the night before yesterday. Normal people have already had a fever, so you are lucky. The fever subsided somehow in the early morning of yesterday, but you only woke up now—fortunately, you didn't become a fool! "

Chen Mo touched his forehead, but he didn't feel any weakness after a high fever.

His physique has always been good. Apart from the necessary physical examinations since he was a child, he has been admitted to the hospital very few times, and he is almost insulated from colds and fevers.

Zhao Siyuan would not laugh at this kind of thing, he can only say that in the eyes of ordinary people, this kind of symptom is similar to a cold and fever, but Chen Mo knows in his heart that this is not the case.

Chen Mo's body temperature is naturally higher than that of ordinary people. A normal body temperature is generally 36-38 degrees. If it is higher than [-]-[-] degrees, it is a high fever, but for Chen Mo, it is just a normal floating range.

The most serious one was the university sports meeting. Chen Mo was forced to participate in one day's competition in a row. It was all highly explosive competitions and broke several records in a row.

At that time, Mu Chiyu also took the time to watch the game, and when Chen Mo finished the competition, he went to congratulate him at the end of the game, but accidentally touched his hand, and was so frightened that he almost called an ambulance on the spot.

But Chen Mo didn't feel any discomfort at all.

The classmate next to him after participating in the long-distance running competition collapsed to the side and panted like a dog. Chen Mo, who had been running and jumping for several hours, looked like a normal person, not even sweating much.

Mu Chiyu was also a big-hearted person at the time, so he believed Chen Mo when he said he was fine.

Until that night when he returned to the dormitory, Chen Mo still had a high temperature, which was better than during the day. Mu Chiyu was still worried, so he took a thermometer to measure it for him. Before the time came, the line was firmly broken by [-] close.

At this time, Mu Chiyu was really scared and stupid.

No matter how lacking in common sense, he knows that a [-]-degree fever can kill someone. It is absolutely impossible for Chen Mo to be alive and kicking.

Even the flashbacks don't last that long.

Reminiscent of Chen Mo's reaction during the day, Mu Chiyu realized that this was a secret that should be rotten in his stomach, and he didn't want to send Chen Mo to the dissecting table of some underground laboratory.

So Mu Chiyu threw away the thermometer and didn't mention it again, just pretending that it never happened.

Later, this happened not many times. In addition, Mu Chiyu knew about it and helped to cover up, and he was never admitted to the hospital once.

As for this time...

Probably because he actually passed out.

But Zhao Siyuan didn't know about this matter, Chen Mo only hesitated for two seconds whether to tell him the truth, and after thinking about Zhao Siyuan is just an ordinary person in this world, he gave up.

Compared with being rescued from a high fever for many days, the natural physique is a little more scary.

Zhao Siyuan repeated here how dangerous the rescue situation was, and the door of the ward was opened.

Mu Chiyu still doesn't know Chen Moxing