Marriage status: Ex-husband, please respect yourself

Chapter 628

The first person who noticed the master fell in the room was the housekeeper who brought coffee from the warehouse, and then ran downstairs in a panic all the way, pushing open the door of the study.

At that time, Yan Mo was still on the phone with Shanghai Engineering, when he heard a panicked voice shouting behind him, "Master, it's not good, master is not good..."

About 20 minutes later, the person was taken to the emergency room of the hospital by ambulance.

Before the doctor entered the operating room, he showed deep pain and regret, "The old man has been recovering well this year, but today's accident does not look optimistic. Please be mentally prepared, Mr. Yan."

Yan Mo lowered his eyelids and clenched his fists. After the doctor walked away, he let out a soft "hmm" and leaned against the wall next to him.

At this time, the old butler standing aside was blushing, trembling and complaining, "Master, it's that Mr. Mu, the master was with him before, why did he disappear when the master fell down?"

"Shut up." Yan Mo frowned slightly, turned his head and scolded, "The old man has been taken care of by you, but now that something happened, you just want to shift the responsibility to irrelevant outsiders!"

As he spoke, one finger almost reached the tip of the other's nose.

Hearing the words, the old housekeeper was so frightened that his body shivered, and he hurriedly explained: "Before Mr. Mu went out, the old man deliberately dismissed me and said that he wanted to talk to him alone. I went to the warehouse to find things, and that was the old man's instruction. what……"

Yan Mo got impatient and interrupted with a wave of his hand, "Call the lady to come back."

Looking back at the man still staring at the spot, he yelled coldly, "Get out!"

The old butler saw that the always talkative young master had a fierce look on his face, and quickly stepped aside after a few responses, "Okay, okay, I'll go right away."

After the person disappeared at the end of the corridor, the tired-looking man turned around and glanced towards the entrance of the operating room.

His eyes were covered with a layer of frost, and the words of the old housekeeper echoed in his ears repeatedly.

"It's Boss Mu, the master was with him before..."

Thinking of this, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket, sat down on the metal bench next to him, and immediately dialed Mu Ming's number.

The phone rang twice before being connected, the other party's voice sounded bright and clean, and asked without any pleasantries: "Mr. Yan, what's the matter?"

"Oh, it's okay." His back was stiff, and he leaned on the cold seat, "After calling, I saw that you had already left. What's the rush?"

"I'll have a call with Ms. Song later." Mu Ming responded quickly, and chuckled a few times when he heard the words, "But I've already greeted the old man, isn't it impolite?"

"No, of course that's not what it means. Since you have something to do, go ahead and talk about it another day."

Yan Mo hung up the phone in a hurry, and then leaned forward, with his elbows resting on his knees, maintaining this rigid movement, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter.

After a while, he spread out the hot phone in his palm and made a call, "I have something to check for me..."

On the other side, Mu Ming, who had just driven to the underground garage of the hotel, sat in the car and finished answering the phone. At this moment, his eyes were filled with a gloomy aura. When he opened the car door, he also made a call, "I will be back temporarily this weekend. It’s gone to Kyoto, there are some things I need to deal with.”

Song Ran on the other end of the phone was immediately alert, and put down the document in his hand with a frown, "What's going on?"

When walking along the garage passage to the elevator entrance, Mu Ming suddenly smiled, and before stepping into the elevator door, he explained the whole thing very calmly and clearly.

Song Ran leaned against the back of the chair while listening, and finally reminded solemnly: "Yan Mo will definitely investigate you, you did not clean up this matter, think about how to deal with it yourself, and don't implicate Song and Feng. Rui."

"Don't worry." Mu Ming pressed the elevator button, "I have my own measure."

Song Ran originally wanted to say something more, but when she saw the other party's confident posture, she only said "um" lightly, and hung up the phone.

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Two days later, on the weekend, Mu Ming came to the hospital to visit Mr. Yan, who was still unconscious in the intensive care unit, with a gift he had prepared in advance.

Hearing from the doctor that the situation is not good, the young and handsome face instantly showed a bit of pain, "It's still under observation, so is it possible for him to wake up again?"

Seeing this, the doctor thought for a moment before comforting him, "There is still hope."

"possible……"

The man murmured to himself, a few glints of light flashed in his eyes, and then he calmly retreated from the office, following the nurse towards the ward.

The nurse opened the door of the ward, and just as Mu Ming was about to lift his foot, he was interrupted by a calm voice behind him.

Looking back, I saw Yan Mo standing there with a serious and vigilant face, and looked over with narrow and long eyes, with obvious hostility in his eyes, "Mr. Mu is coming over when he is free, why didn't he notify me in advance?"

Mu Ming was carrying a basket of fruit. Hearing this, he turned his body slightly, and smiled slightly, "I heard that the old man is ill. I'm here to visit. I called you, but I didn't get through."

"Oh?" Yan Mo raised his brows slightly, and also laughed, "Only the family members know about my father's illness. Where did Mu get it from?"

The words fell, and the two men looked at each other shallowly at a distance of three to five meters, with a faint hostile smile in their eyes. A silent confrontation caused the little nurse standing next to him to look around, and finally shrank He closed the door again on his neck, and exited the narrow battlefield with great interest.

Finally, Mu Ming put down the fruit basket in his hand, raised his chin towards the direction behind the man, and signaled, "Would you mind finding a place to chat?"

About 5 minutes later, the two came to the canteen downstairs of the hospital.

It was not mealtime at that time, and the huge cafeteria was empty, only two men in suits and leather shoes sat opposite each other at one of the dining tables by the window, silent for a long time.

Afterwards, when he heard a "snap", Yan Mo took out his mobile phone from the built-in pocket of his suit, took a picture of it on the table, and said frankly: "I had someone check the monitoring of the day, and at 10:31 in the evening, you and I Father went upstairs together, entered the room back and forth, and after [-] minutes, you went downstairs and left alone, and the housekeeper went upstairs at [-]:[-], and the old man was already unconscious at that time."

Mu Ming listened, raised his eyebrows in disdain, then leaned back on the chair, crossed his hands in front of him, and asked him with a nonchalant attitude, "Then what do you mean?"

"I mean, you did this on purpose." Yan Mo clenched his fists and thumped the table, "There is a photo album in the pile of books that fell, and there is a photo in it, I think you should know it."

As he spoke, he swiped open the phone screen and pushed the pre-taken photos to the man's eyes.

Mu Ming lowered his eyes, staring at the gentle smile of the young woman in the photo, finally touched his chin, nodded and admitted, "This is my mother, you should know after checking, her name is Mu Shan."

"So, are you admitting that you did this on purpose?" Yan Mo, who was a little calmer, asked calmly.

Unexpectedly, the man nodded and agreed very readily, "I didn't intend to deny it from the beginning."

After a short pause, he stretched out a hand and pressed down again, "But Mr. Yan, I hope you understand that the monitoring just now can't prove anything. As for when Mr. Yan fell down, the judge won't know Just listen to your side of the story."

(End of this chapter)