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"How can that be done? My girlfriend is sick and I don't take care of her. What's the point?" Lu Shengjing said as if on purpose, "Just wait, I'll go down and buy a thermometer."

As soon as Mo Zhiran closed the door, Lu Shengjing sat up from the quilt and jumped out of bed.

It's normal to be sick, but it's even harder to pretend to be sick if you're not sick.

After lying on the bed for just half an hour, he felt as if something had scratched his whole body and he felt uncomfortable all over.

However, before he could recover, the doorbell rang again.

Noila Mo bravely opened the door.

Lu Shengjing was seen standing outside the door with a large bag of things in his left and right hands.

Mo Zhiran looked shocked, "This, this, this... what are these?"

"Medicine."

Looking at the big bag on her left hand, Mo Zhiran swallowed, "This amount of medicine is enough for me to be eighty..."

"I don't know if it will be serious in the future, so I bought some to prepare." Lu Shengjing said calmly, "Go back to the room quickly."

Mo Zhiran's face suddenly turned ugly. He had just stood up. Only after pretending to be sick did he realize how happy it was to be able to move freely underground.

But looking at Lu Shengjing's firm eyes, she felt that her right had been deprived of her.

Mo Zhiran had no choice but to lie down again, hide under the quilt, and continue to pretend to be sick.

This time, Lu Shengjing did not go back to the bedroom directly, but went to the kitchen.

Mo Zhiran was lying on the bed and heard the ping-ping-pong-pong sound outside, but he didn't dare to get up.

Although the bedroom and the room are not connected, you can directly see the bedroom from the kitchen.

Lu Shengjing only needed to turn around...

I was just pretending to be sick, but if I had been a little more lively, I might have been discovered in no time.

So he could only lie on the bed obediently, and when Lu Shengjing wasn't paying attention, he secretly moved his fingers and feet, sometimes posing like this, and sometimes posing like that.

After almost 40 minutes, the ping-pong-pong-pong-pong in the kitchen finally stopped, and he smelled a special fragrance.

At this time, Lu Shengjing came over with a bowl of something unknown.

"Come on, drink this."

In front of Mo Zhiran was a bowl of something brown, a little yellowish, and with a spicy smell. He immediately smelled the true identity of the thing with his keen sense of smell.

Ginger soup!

"Yes, I think your symptoms are probably a cold, so drinking some ginger soup is most effective."

no no no...

In fact, Mo Zhiran didn't eat ginger very much when eating vegetables. This thing was too spicy, and it was simply not something that normal people could accept.

It doesn't even work in dishes, let alone cooked into soup. The taste is 100% pure. Who can swallow it?He knows who is a good man.

Mo Zhiran's face had rejection written all over it, but Lu Shengjing's face showed an unquestionable expression.

"Be good, drink this quickly."

No, drinking this won't make you better quickly, it will only make it really sick.

But in fact, I am pretending to be sick. I have to walk the path I chose even on my knees.

"Okay..." Mo Zhiran's hands were shaking when she finished the bowl of ginger soup.

Mo Zhiran burst into tears when the bowl of ginger soup was spicy.

He just finished the bowl of ginger soup with tears in his eyes and handed the bowl back to Lu Shengjing's hand.

"How's it going? Why are you crying? Isn't it true that a bowl of ginger soup moved you to tears?"

Mo Zhiran wiped her tears and lay back weakly on the quilt, "I'm depressed."

"I'm just telling you, this ginger soup will definitely work, and it will cure you so quickly."