Six years later, she took three milk balls to blow up the world

Chapter 397 hunger strike
"I'll go out and buy some fruit. You have a good rest first."

Mrs. Bai looked unnaturally and made an excuse and hurriedly slipped out of the ward.

Bai Yuxin glanced at the fruits piled up on the cooking table and didn't have the heart to prick them.

On the edge of the lawn, Mrs. Bai's figure appeared again, but the person in the wheelchair had disappeared.

There was only half of the setting sun left in the sky, and the corner of the building was empty except for the sound of the wind passing by.

Mrs. Bai stood there feeling lost, feeling inexplicably empty in her heart.

Fifteenth floor, VIP ward.

Mr. Zhan refused to eat or drink. When he came back, he lay on the hospital bed with a look of despair.

The old housekeeper thought about it for a while, wondering if the old man was doing something wrong by basking in the sun and blowing the air downstairs.

I was about to ask the doctor when I was suddenly stopped by Mr. Zhan.

"Old Chen, if a woman still likes you, will she care whether you live or die?"

Women, like it.

These are such ancient words. We are all of this age. Is it appropriate to ask this?

The old housekeeper couldn't make any other expression except a confused look.

But the old man’s words still have to be answered.

The old housekeeper reasoned according to human nature and gave the answer: "No."

Mr. Zhan's already defeated face turned completely dark.

He turned over, his eyes widened, and said to himself: "Then he is so heartless because he doesn't like it anymore..."

"Old Master, who is unfeeling towards you?" the old housekeeper asked cautiously, his heart trembling.

Oh my god, at this age, the old man still wants to have a relationship!
Mr. Zhan remained silent, staring straight at the ceiling, looking like a young boy hurt by love.

The old housekeeper had no choice but to quietly cover Mr. Zhan with a quilt and go prepare dinner.

Dinner was ready and brought to bed.

Mr. Zhan glanced at it lightly, turned away and refused to take a bite.

"Old Master, please take a bite at least, or you can just drink some soup..."

"Take it away, I don't want to eat or drink, I just want to be alone."

The more Mr. Zhan thought about it, the angrier he became and his heart became clogged.

"But at your age, you are not always hungry. If you are hungry, everyone will be worried..."

"I said I won't eat it, take it away!"

The old housekeeper tried his best to persuade him, but Mr. Zhan broke the jar and threw it away. In anger, he simply went on a hunger strike.

Living is really boring, it's better to just die.

When he dies, let that old woman regret it!
Mr. Zhan's state of "I don't want to eat, I don't drink, I just want to be quiet" lasted until 12 o'clock in the middle of the night.

He was too hungry to sleep, and the old housekeeper was too worried to sleep.

Moreover, Mr. Zhan also ordered that the old housekeeper was strictly prohibited from taking a step out of the ward.

"Don't think that I don't know what you want to do. Don't tip anyone off!"

The old housekeeper had no choice but to suffer with Mr. Zhan with a bitter look on his face.

In the end, he couldn't stand the hunger anymore, and just to anger the old man, the old housekeeper no longer cared about the distinction between master and servant, and started to cook alone.

While eating, he laughed at the old man.

"You are at such an age, and you are still going on a hunger strike over a woman. How childish! If she doesn't like you, throw money at her. With the strength of the Zhan family, are you afraid that she won't be able to do it?"

"Then what if she is as rich as me and isn't afraid of losing it?"

When Mr. Zhan smelled the aroma of the food, his stomach ached, but his heart ached even more.

The old housekeeper was speechless: "Is it impossible? I have never heard that our emperor has such a rich woman..."

"Forget it, forget it, you old bachelor, what do you know!"

Mr. Zhan turned over and closed his eyes irritably.The old housekeeper was speechless.

You know I'm an old bachelor and you still discuss a damn thing like love with me. What's the difference between asking how a rooster lays eggs?
But Mr. Zhan finally closed his eyes, which gave the old housekeeper an opportunity.

The old housekeeper tiptoed, sneaked into the bathroom, and called Zhan Mochen.

"The old man seems to have fallen in love with something. People are ignoring him now. Now he is so sad that he is going on a hunger strike. Master, please think of a solution quickly!"

"What's going on? Grandpa, did he meet anyone today?"

The old housekeeper told Mr. Zhan all about his strange behavior in the past two days and what happened tonight.

Finally, a friendly reminder: "The last time the old man made such a big fuss was with Miss Yunping when he was young... This time, I can't tell who it is for."

Zhan Mochen immediately understood what was going on and couldn't laugh or cry.

Miss Yunping, isn’t she still Mrs. Bai?

But since Mr. Zhan didn't expose it in front of the old housekeeper, Zhan Mochen couldn't directly reveal his grandfather's scar.

"Okay, I understand this. You take good care of the old man, and I will figure out the rest."

After comforting the old housekeeper, Zhan Mochen had a headache.

He thought that the old man had almost forgotten the unforgettable love back then. Even if he wanted to see Mrs. Bai, he just wanted to reminisce about the past.

Unexpectedly, this was actually the old man's heart disease and he was extremely ill.

Once it broke out, the consequences would be so serious.

A heart disease needs a heart medicine doctor, and to untie the bell, one needs a person to tie the bell.

Unless Mrs. Bai comes forward in person, who can persuade the old man to do so with his stubbornness?
After much deliberation, Zhan Mochen decided to ask An Yan for help.

Of course, it is immoral to wake up a pregnant wife in the middle of the night. If Grandpa is willing to be hungry, he will go hungry first.

Anyway, grandpa is in good health and should be able to bear it.

Zhan Mochen didn't discuss the matter with An Yan until after breakfast.

"...Grandpa is on a hunger strike now. Yan Yan, can you do me a favor and find out what grandma means? If grandma is still thinking about grandpa, it will be easier."

An Yan couldn't laugh or cry when she heard that Mr. Zhan actually went on a hunger strike for Mrs. Bai.

Mr. Zhan, such a majestic, steady and calm elder, would actually go on a hunger strike for love.

The contrast is simply out of this world.

But An Yan felt more sorry for Mr. Zhan.

There is no age difference in such a thing.

At Mr. Zhan's age, when he reunited with a lover he had separated from when he was young, his heart felt uneasy and painful, no less than that of a young man.

As for grandma, although she doesn't show it on her face, she may not be really calm in her heart.

Both emotionally and rationally, An Yan had to help with this.

She quickly agreed: "No problem, I will go to the hospital soon to spy on the 'enemy situation' for grandpa!"

"Thank you, wife!" Zhan Mochen's heart felt warm and he couldn't help but hug An Yan and kiss her twice on her fair face.

His wife is so kind, she is a kind-hearted little fairy!
An Yan shyly avoided it: "You go to work quickly to earn money for milk powder, and I'll go to the hospital by myself!"

"Let's go together, I'll go see grandpa, you go see grandma."

Zhan Mochen took An Yan into his arms forcefully, hugged An Yan and put her in the car when he went out.

It wasn't until she entered the hospital elevator that the heat on An Yan's face slowly dissipated.

I don't know if he is getting married soon, but Zhan Mochen has become more and more clingy recently.

As long as the two of them are together, he can't wait to trap her in his arms 24 hours a day. He doesn't look like the aloof CEO he used to be.

But she didn't feel bored. Instead, she couldn't help but feel sweet from the bottom of her heart from time to time.

This sweetness ended abruptly when entering the ward.

(End of this chapter)