Qiao Mu touched his face, then his belly, and waved.

"Send it over."

"yes."

The maid quickened her pace.

Unexpectedly, she was rejected before she even got close.

"What are you serving?

It smells bad!”

Qiao Mu stretched out his palm to signal the maid not to come any closer.

She covered her nose with her other hand, and waved with her other hand.

"Take it out, I won't eat it!"

"Miss Qiao."

The maid is in trouble.

"Take it out! I don't want to eat it!"

As soon as Qiao Mu said something, he covered his mouth and stood up.

"Quick! Prepare... the basin, I... vomited..." When Feng Jiuer's little cherry came in, Qiao Mu ran to the side and vomited all over the floor.

"Miss Qiao."

The maid put down the tray in her hand and ran over in a hurry.

Qiao Mu held the table next to him and vomited again.

"Miss Qiao."

The maid stroked her back and said, "Miss Qiao, are you okay?"

"I'll send someone to call the doctor right now. Don't be afraid! It'll be fine."

When the maid raised her eyes, she saw Feng Jiu'er and Little Cherry, as if she had seen a savior.

"Miss Jiu'er, Miss Little Cherry, Miss Qiao is sick."

"Miss Qiao hasn't eaten much for two or three days. Just now..." "Ugh..." Qiao Mu felt so uncomfortable that she tightly grabbed the crossbar next to the table.

The maid took out a square towel and wiped her face.

"Okay, it's okay."

She comforted softly and helped the tree back.

Feng Jiuer and Xiao Yingtao went over, one on the left and the other on the right, supporting the tree.

The maid was free and said, "Miss Jiu'er, show it to Miss Qiao and I'll clean it up."

"Um."

Feng Jiuer nodded, "Sit down."

Qiao Mu was helped onto the blanket and sat down.

Little Cherry took out a square towel and wiped Qiao Mu's sweat.

Feng Jiuer picked up her hand and placed his long fingers on her veins.

When Little Cherry saw this, her eyes widened and she looked at Feng Jiuer for a moment.

"Jiu'er, isn't it?

Is it true?
Chapter completed!