Baby Assist: Mommy, have another child!

Mo Feng looked at the woman's pale face, pursed his lips, and took his mobile phone to the window.

A man's coquettish voice came from the other end of the phone, "Linlin, you are so cruel that you hurt my waist. You still take me to court?"

Waist injury?

He frowned slightly and couldn't help thinking.

He didn't think that women should keep him widowed for five years, but he was unhappy at the thought that the man might have an unclear relationship with her.

Men are still chattering over there, flirting and rolling, begging to see women.

"Linlin, you have a word."

"She's sleeping."

The other end of the phone suddenly became quiet.

Mo Feng waited for a few seconds and hung up decisively.

Jolin didn't sleep well. There was a man in her dream who had been moving against her. It was useless for her to kick.

When she woke up, she was sweating and followed up in the sauna room.

Her mouth was so dry that she reached out to pour water and accidentally knocked over the tea cup.

Suddenly, a hand stretched out in the dark, firmly caught the tea cup and whispered, "thirsty?"

Jolin stared at the man with only one outline by the bed and was stunned slightly.

"Haven't you left yet?"

"You said I was your husband, so this is not my home. Where am I going?"

She was speechless for a moment. The man stretched out his palm and covered her forehead. "Didn't you take the medicine?"

She shook her head gently.

The medicine was too bitter. She had a common cold for two days.

"Wow -" the man opened the quilt and picked her up.

"You... What are you doing?"

"It's burning so badly that you should go to the hospital."

The man's sudden concern made her feel a little unreal.

Just when she was stunned, the man had carried her downstairs.

When she came to the hospital, she thought that most men would leave themselves and run to see he An'an. Unexpectedly, he never left.

She was always with her from examination to infusion.

Not as considerate as him.

Mo Feng looked at the woman's plain little face and sat on her side. His big hand naturally pulled her head and put it on his shoulder.

Jolin was stunned. "What are you doing?"

"Get some sleep."

She pursed her lips, said nothing, and leaned against the man's shoulder.

When he was about to fall asleep, the man's cell phone rang again.

This time he didn't get up and leave, but directly answered.

The delicate and choking female voice poured into her ears, "brother Mo Feng, where are you? You said you wanted to accompany me. Why did you disappear when I fell asleep!"

Jolin got a fire and didn't feel sleepy.

The man said in a flat tone, "Ann, I'm busy now."

"What are you doing? Are you with that woman?"

The woman?

Jolin wants to grab her cell phone and scold he An'an to death, but she's too ill now.

The man didn't deny it, but patiently coaxed the woman opposite, "Ann, stop making trouble and have a good rest. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Where do you sleep at night? Do you sleep with her?"

When Mo Feng heard the speech, the picture of a woman's bathrobe falling flashed in his mind.

Sleep together

The man's silence directly deepened he An'an's doubts. She cried louder, "brother Mo Feng! I don't allow you to do this! We have an engagement, and you can't betray me!"

"An an..."

"I don't care! If you don't come back with me at night, I'll jump from this upstairs!"

Hearing this, Jolin sneered.

I didn't expect that in this era, people still play the trick of crying, making trouble and hanging.

She looked at the man coldly, expecting how he would respond.

As a result, she was extremely disappointed by the man's performance.

"Ann, wait for me. I'll be there right away."

Jolin smelled the speech and got up directly from the man.

Mo Feng looked at her and said, "I'll go upstairs."

The tone was non-negotiable, like telling her directly.

Looking at the figure of the man leaving, she pursed her lips, pulled out the needle, got up and walked out.

Near the door, a black car sped up and stopped at the door of the hospital.

Five men came down from the car, with black masks on their faces and black clothes on their bodies.

Intuition told her that these people didn't come to see a doctor.

She wrung her eyebrows and thought that it was better to do more than less. She raised her feet and staggered a few people out. At this time, she heard the man in black behind her ask the front desk, "which ward does He Dong live in?"

When she looked back, those people had gone to the elevator.

She pursed her lips and dialed a series of numbers.

"Hey, Ji Tong, you help me transfer a team of people to the hospital, um, now."

After hanging up the phone, she was still a little worried and walked all the way up the stairs.

As soon as I got to the fifth floor, I heard two gunshots on the upper floor of the stairs.

Her pupils trembled and she ran upstairs step by step.

When she arrived at the door of the ward, the ground was covered with the bodies of those people in black.

She rushed into the ward and saw the man sitting on the ground unharmed, holding he An'an covered with blood in her arms.

"Call a doctor..."

She frowned and walked over, "you're okay..."

The man suddenly shouted at her, "call a doctor!"

Just then, doctors and nurses heard gunshots and rushed over to take he An'an away from the ward.

At two o'clock at night, he An'an pushed out of the operating room.

Two bullets in the body, one in the lung and one in the chest.

Life hangs on the line.

Jolin pursed her lips and thought that men would think that those people in black were sent by her, but the man said, "those people are coming for me."

She looked stunned. "What do you mean?"

Mo Feng leaned against the wall and looked at he An'an in the ward. He said expressionless, "this has happened more than once. This is the third time."

"How?"

Mo Feng's side eyes looked at her, "did I have any enemies before?"

Jolin frowned. "You're the boss of J organization. You can't talk about your enemies in an hour or two. It's just that you were so powerful that those people didn't dare to seek revenge."

She didn't tell the man that two years before his head disappeared, many enemies came to seek revenge and wanted to take the opportunity to destroy the j organization, not to mention the traitors who fought among themselves.

If Yan Huan hadn't helped her behind her back, as well as Liao Kai and Ji Tong, she and her two children would have died.

Fortunately, she slowly brought organization J back on track, even bigger and bigger, which dispelled the thoughts of those enemies.

Just

"The outside world has always acquiesced that you are dead. I know your identity these two days. How can those people know faster than me?"

Unless in the past five years, besides her, someone is secretly looking for traces of men.

What kind of deep hatred can last five years?

There was only one person she could think of.