His Beloved Mate novel Chapter 49

Oh, man, you are going to rake up the past.

With a darkened face, Cassie said: "Dylan. Can't you be gentle to me just because I'm a patient?"

Without answering her, Dylan blew the noodles and put them in front of her mouth. Cassie pursed her lips and said, "Thank you."

Dylan fed her a bowl of noodles slowly. The soup tasted good.

Cassie looked at him with a smile and mumbled, "Anything else?"

"... It's gone."

Frowning, Dylan turned around and brought her the sugar and pear soup. "Only this. Drink it."

Cassie sighed and opened her mouth. When she thought he was going to feed her, Dylan put the bowl on the table.

Dylan always pulled a long face and Cassie was used to it.

The sugar and pear soup tasted neither sweet nor light. It was just right. It was decorated with a few red wolfberry, very beautiful.

Cassie was completely full after drinking it. Then she realized why the bowl of noodles was not enough.

Was it because the capitalist was afraid that she would be overstuffed? Uh... Anyway, she was in a good mood after eating.

Cassie touched her stomach with satisfaction and began to mumble, "It's a night snack of sin before sleep. I don't know how many pounds of meat will grow if I eat it at this time."

Sitting on the other side of the table, Dylan read a book on economics and said to her. "If you eat moderate food and exercise a little, you don't need to worry about this problem at all."

Cassie made a face and said, "Well. That's for you. Food is the only thing in the world! !"

Cassie had seen such a topic before: What was the biggest difference between fat and thin. There was an answer.

When it came to favorite food, one would take a bite. If he or she didn't like it, the one wouldn't eat it. Cassie was a bit the same as mentioned above. That was to say, she wouldn't eat anything she didn't like.

She was fed up with her favorite food.

The capitalist was good at controlling diet and exercise, which was different for Cassie. She didn't mind eating delicious food at all because she didn't get fat. She ate without scruple. Oh, now there was something she couldn't eat, Mango!

Why was life so cruel to her? If she was allergic to mangoes the first time she tasted them, she wouldn't be so greedy as she was now.

She looked up at the ceiling in despair and smacked her lips. "I can't eat mangoes any more. I'm so sad! !"

"..."

Dylan put the book aside and looked at the liquid medicine in the bottle. There was still some left. He went to the study to get the computer and continued to work.

Cassie took a look at her phone. It was 22:10.

She looked at Dylan strangely and asked, "Why don't you go to bed at this time?"

Dylan cast a scornful glance at her and said, "Someone is whining. How can I sleep?"

Oh... He was unsatisfied with her quarrel again. Forget it. Anyway, the capitalist always disliked her. She got used to it.

She said aggrievedly, "But it really itches!"

And she couldn't scratch it. Her face would be broken with a scratch!

"... Stop talking!"

Dylan rolled his eyes at her.

Cassie curled her mouth and said nothing. Cassie had made a scene at the party for a long time, and then she got allergic at home. After eating the midnight snack, she began to feel sleepy. She leaned against the soft bedside and began to doze off.

The drip didn't finish until half past ten. Dylan put down the computer and looked at the drip bottle. It was empty. She was also in a daze.