Kneeling and begging the ancestors to be a good man

Chapter 343 Sailing Race [14] Don't block the light, it will hinder me from eating noodles

"your home?"

Mo Qing pointed the courtyard with his finger.

Then, pointing to the next door: "My house?"

"Ah."

Jiang Ke gave Mo Qing a positive look.

Mo Qing didn't know how to speak for a moment.

After a pause, Mo Qing let out a sigh of relief, waved his hand and said, "Give me a bite of food first."

"Row."

Jiang Ke took the backpack in her hand and walked into the house.

"Didn't you have lunch?" he asked.

"I didn't eat."

"what happened?"

"...was up late."

Just as Jiang Ke pushed open the door, he paused and looked back at her.

When he first met Mo Qing, Jiang Ke noticed that there was something wrong with Mo Qing's face, and he was quite tired, but he only thought that Mo Qing was tired after rushing back from Dongshi City.

Now that I think about it, that shouldn't be the case.

After all, Yi Moqing's physique is different from that of ordinary people, even if he does not sleep for three days and three nights, it will not be like this.

"Sick, or what?" Jiang Ke asked.

"There is too much blood, and the body is a little weak."

Mo Qing walked into the entrance.

She opened the door of the shoe cabinet and found two pairs of slippers on the first floor.

One pair for men and one pair for women.

are all new.

Mo Qing raised her eyebrows slightly, pointed to the pair of ladies' slippers, and gave Jiang Ke a look: "Is it for me?"

Jiang Ke bent down and took out two pairs of slippers: "Buy one get one free at the supermarket."

"whispering sound."

Mo Qing put on his slippers and entered the living room.

The layout here is not quite the same as the one next door. The space is all opened up, plus the open kitchen, the whole is spacious and bright.Coupled with the minimalist style that Jiang Ke is used to, there are almost no decorations, and it is very empty.

"I'm running out of ingredients, so I'll get some." Jiang Ke followed closely, "There are fruits on the tea table and nuts underneath. You can eat some first to fill your stomach."

"Go and get busy."

Mo Qing looked around.

She said she was hungry, but she was clearly more interested in this house.

Jiang Ke also let her go.

It takes a long time to make impromptu meals, so Jiang Ke found two eggs and a handful of spinach from the refrigerator, and then gave Mo Qing a bowl of noodles.

Touch for about 10 minutes.

However, when he brought the noodles to the table, Mo Qing had already fallen asleep on the sofa.

She lay sideways on the sofa, took a bite of the apple in her hand, closed her eyes, her expression stretched, a small shadow fell under her long and thin eyelashes.

The living room was lit with spotlights, and the even light fell down. Her skin was extremely pale.

"Mo Qing?"

Jiang Ke tentatively called her.

"Ok?"

Mo Qing didn't sleep well.

Hearing this sound, she woke up unexpectedly, her eyelashes trembled slightly, then she raised her eyes and looked over with half-closed eyes, her eyes fixed on Jiang Ke.

She directly extended her hand towards Jiang Ke.

Nothing was said.

But Jiang Ke understood the moment she raised her hand, and immediately grabbed her wrist and pulled her up from the sofa.

"Dinner ready?" Mo Qing asked.

"I made noodles."

Mo Qing wanted to get up.

However, she didn't know if it was because she had just slept for a while and her whole body was relaxed, or what, she suddenly felt dizzy and couldn't pull up any strength.

She took Jiang Ke's hand: "Help me."

Jiang Ke looked down at her.

Then, he asked, "Do you mind if I hold you in the past?"

Mo Qing was stunned for a moment.

Before she had time to respond, Jiang Ke bent down and hugged her directly by the waist.

The sudden weightlessness made Mo Qing stiffen involuntarily.

The eyes of the two met.

But in the next second, Jiang Ke looked away and walked towards the dining table.

He slipped his Adam's apple and said, "It's quite light."

"Too hungry."

Mo Qing didn't know what he was talking about.

Jiang Ke pursed his lips.

The distance was too short, just a few steps, after a while, Jiang Ke walked to the dining table and put Mo Qing down.

Mo Qing was really weak, and when he sat down, his figure collapsed a bit.

Jiang Ke simply stuffed the chopsticks into her hands, and pushed the noodle bowl towards her.

Mo Qing buried his head in eating the noodles: "You have improved your cooking skills."

After two more mouthfuls, Mo Qing glanced at Jiang Ke suspiciously: "Does it taste familiar?"

Jiang Ke was not surprised, and said calmly: "The teacher who stole from the noodle shop at the street corner."

"……Oh."

Mo Qing came to a sudden.

She asked: "Then can you learn the skill of his family's stewed vegetables?"

Jiang Ke said leisurely: "You make a price."

Mo Qing raised his eyes.

Jiang Ke calmly said: "If the price is right, I will do this job in the future."

"..."

Mo Qing couldn't even roll his eyes.

But his mouth was not idle: "You might as well pick up trash."

Jiang Ke: "..."

She probably will remember this for the rest of her life.

Mo Qing continued to eat noodles, but as he ate, his head lowered and his eyelids slowly drooped.

Seeing that she was about to dive into the bowl, Jiang Ke couldn't help stretching out his hand and helped her forehead.

"hiss."

Mo Qing woke up suddenly.

"What's the matter with you?" Jiang Ke frowned slightly, with a hint of worry in his eyes, "Didn't you just sleep before?"

"With my blood loss, if I were anyone else, my life would be gone."

Mo Qing pushed his hand away, quite airy.

She added another word: "Understood?"

"..."

Jiang Ke couldn't understand why she wanted to be competitive in this kind of thing.

"I don't quite understand." Jiang Ke tapped on the table, "Hurry up and finish eating and go to the hospital."

Holding the chopsticks again, Mo Qing asked suspiciously, "What are you doing?"

"Go for a blood transfusion."

"..."

Mo Qing pulled up his sleeves slightly.

Then, she asked quite sincerely: "Do you think that the worthless blood of your ordinary humans can enter my noble body?"

Jiang Ke endured it, but he didn't.

He could only try to be as friendly and sincere as possible: "... Please be sober, your medical report is no different from that of ordinary humans like us."

Mo fell silent for a second.

"Walk, walk, don't block the light." Mo Qing pushed him away, "It's preventing me from eating noodles."

Jiang Ke: "..."

She eats hers, what does it have to do with light?
(End of this chapter)