Tired Lord, your wife is a boss

Chapter 17 Visits 1
The man's voice was menacing, and all the doctors present gasped.

"The sooner the surgery, the better, it's scheduled for Wednesday, which is tomorrow."

Qiao Yimo took out the business card from her bag and handed it to Bo Hua, "It has my contact information on it, you can contact me if you have any questions during the patient period."

Wednesday happened to be a cultural performance, and the school would have half a day off, half a day was enough for her to have surgery.

Bo Hua nodded slightly, "Then what time do you plan to come? I will send someone to pick you up."

"No, I'll come to the door myself."

"Okay, then I will wait for Miss Lengxin."

"Ah."

"It's late, I'll go back first."

With Doctor Lengxin's personal promise, Bohua can go back to work with Master Tired.

But, this little girl, is her medical skills really that good?

Dark night.

Qiao Anchu pestered Dong Yan at home and said worriedly, "Mom, did something happen to my sister and she hasn't come back so late."

Dong Yan glanced at the time, which was exactly ten o'clock, "If you haven't come back by 10:30, I'll tell your dad and ask him to help you find it."

She really has no way to control this daughter. The Qiao family has a butler who takes her to and from school, so she has to come back by herself, which is too willful.

Qiao Yimo heard these words downstairs as soon as she opened the room upstairs, and smiled mockingly.

Are you worried?Or do you want Dong Yan to hate her even more?

Qiao Yimo suddenly got up, and walked downstairs with her hair down.

"Are you looking for me?"

Qiao Anchu looked up and was taken aback when she heard that, "Why are you at home?"

Dong Yan also looked over, "Yimo, when did you come back, I didn't see you just now."

Qiao Yimo rubbed her eyes, "When I came back just now, you didn't say hello because you weren't in the living room." She yawned deliberately, "Recently, I've been busy with studies, and I'm a little sleepy. Sister, tell me."

Speaking of her busy schedule, Dong Yan suddenly remembered what An Chu told her about the exam a few days ago.

She looked at Qiao Anchu and asked happily, "Anchu, how did you go in the exam? Are you number one in the class again?"

Qiao Yimo sneered upon hearing this.

Qiao An was very embarrassed, and he hesitated and said, "Mom, I am No.2. But next time, I will definitely strive for number one."

Dong Yan was amused by Qiao Anchu's tense and exaggerated tone. She touched her head and comforted her, "Anchu, as long as you study hard, no matter how high you are, you will be mother's favorite."

How ironic this scene was in Qiao Yimo's eyes.

How can there be a mother who does not ask about the life and achievements of her own daughter.

However, she is used to it.

"I'm going back to bed first." After speaking, Qiao Yimo went upstairs.

Dong Yan nodded, looking at Qiao Yimo's figure, feeling a little lonely, her heart throbbed again, just now she didn't ask Qiao Yimo's grades because she didn't want to hurt her self-esteem, and wondered if she could comprehend her own mind.

The second day is Wednesday.

The school holds a school celebration, rehearsals are in the morning, and the program starts in the evening.

Because Qiao Yimo didn't sign up, the whole day was free time.

After leaving home, I made a call, "Has the person I want called?"

The person on the other end of the phone reported skillfully, "Sister Mo, I have been transferred to you and will be here soon."

"it is good."

After finishing speaking, Qiao Yimo hung up the phone.

She threw her phone into her bag and was about to stop a car by the side of the road, but...

She just raised her eyes, only to find that a black car was rushing towards her in a very targeted manner!
(End of this chapter)