My iceberg smiled

Chapter 910 A Cough Like Thunder
Seeing that Han Mochen agreed, Fang Ci was overjoyed, but he didn't show it on his face.

He only responded with a "hmm", and then pushed the wheelchair through the door.

There was a hurdle when entering the door. Fang Ci deliberately slipped his hand and almost overturned the wheelchair.

With a timely support with one hand, the wheelchair accurately crossed the hurdle and went straight in smoothly.

The young man looked back at Fang Ci: "Have you done too many surgeries? Shaking hands?"

Fang Ci laughed awkwardly: "It seems...the hands are not very sharp today. I have already asked for leave from the hospital. If I don't have the operation today, it won't kill anyone."

Han Mo Chen didn't speak, and walked straight across the hallway.

Han Ruojiang at the door said to Fang Ci with his eyes, "I scared the old man to death."

But at the same time, my heart is warm.

Although Fang Ci deliberately wanted to try the other party, but when Han Mochen really reached out to help, Han Ruojiang was still very moved.

His son still cares about his old bones.

Seeing that Uncle Han became very happy, Fang Ci quickly signaled him with his eyes: You always control your emotions, don't pretend to be helpless.

It's inappropriate for a dying patient to be so high.

Old Han Ruojiang blushed, coughed twice, and quickly restrained his emotions to make himself more depressed.

After Han Mochen brought people into the living room, he turned around and wanted to say something.

Fang Ci immediately interrupted: "I know, let's check on Little Pudding first, that... I'll go directly to her room to check, since she's not feeling well and doesn't want to tell you, then Mo Chen, you'd better avoid it. "

Han Mo Chen: "You..."

Fang Ci: "You take care of Uncle Han, I'll go in and take a look at Little Pudding, please."

Fang Ci knew which room Han Qianxiao was in, so he walked directly in that direction.

Han Mo Chen: "..."

He wanted to stop it, but in the end he decided against it.

Fang Ci has a sense of proportion in seeing a doctor and knows what to do. If the girl really avoids him on purpose, it will be useless for him to go in.

So suddenly there were only one old and one young in the living room.

The two turned their backs in silence.

Neither looked at each other, nor did they make the next move.

Han Mochen just stood and looked towards Han Qianxiao's room, while the one in the wheelchair snickered secretly.

It's really rare that he actually came to the place where Chen'er lived.

Han Ruojiang wanted to see his son for more than a day or two. He wanted to see his son in prison, and even more after he got out, but he just didn't dare.

The hostile eyes of the other party at the beginning were imprinted in his heart, and he didn't want the other party to see him in the same way 15 years later.

I didn't dare to see it, and I haven't seen it all the time.

It was the first time in the hospital before, if Fang Ci hadn't dragged him here today, he wouldn't have come here.

Han Ruojiang took a look at the indoor environment. Although it was not as big as their Han's mansion, the design was warm and exquisite, and it was indeed suitable for Chen'er and the child to live together. If there was another old man like him, it would not seem too crowded.

But how can I stay?
Han Ruojiang saw that his son had been silent, so he couldn't help turning his head to see what his son was doing.

Turning his head this way, he saw his son looking at him.

Han Ruojiang: "..." This...

Han Mochen: "..." Cough.

The two avoided their eyes at the same time, as if neither of them expected the other to look over.

Han Ruojiang felt too embarrassed, so he simply coughed to cover up his embarrassment.

He coughed violently like thunder, causing Han Mochen behind him to frown.

If you are still running around when you are not cured, do you really think you have lived long enough?
He blamed Fang Ci for bringing him here, but he still went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water.

　Han Ruojiang: My son is looking at me.

　　Han Mo Chen: I haven't. (pretend to move neck)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)