My Previous Fraternal Twins

Six years later.

Mohist manor.

Psychological and internal surgery, a total of more than ten municipal director level doctors were driven out of their bedrooms by the prince of Mohism.

The moment the door closed, the doctors' faces were slightly blue.

For seven days, the prince of the Mohist family was stunned that he didn't have a good sleep. Even if the young lady of the Tang family was with him, he would wake up in less than ten minutes even if he fell asleep.

Every time he wakes up, his mood will rise sharply, and everything in the house will be smashed.

Mrs. Mo looked anxiously at the doctors. Before asking, the door of the bedroom was opened again. Tang Wanrou was ruthlessly pushed out of the bedroom. Then, the door was closed again.

"Bang!"

Unwilling, Tang Wanrou turned and knocked heavily on the door: "Shi Chen, open the door and let me accompany you."

"Shut up!" old lady Mo frowned, and her crutch knocked hard on the floor.

Standing in front of the door, Tang Wanrou was drunk, turned with red eyes, deliberately straightened her neck, and let old lady Mo see the wounds scratched by Mo Shichen on her neck.

In this way, old lady Mo can be more attentive to herself, so as to ask the prince of the Mohist family to marry her as soon as possible.

However, old lady Mo didn't care about her. In the past, she could let her grandson sleep for eight hours, and the Mohists never treated them badly.

But it was far from enough to marry her into the house.

Six years ago, she made her grandson sleep for a whole week.

Such a clever woman, she doesn't deserve it!

Now, she doesn't even have the final value. There's no need to stay in the way.

"You go down first." Mrs. Mo's tone of voice was quite calm: "I'll say hello to people in advance and give it to the Tang family. Don't come to the Mo family at any other time in the future."

what?

Tang Wanrou's body trembled fiercely. He was greatly hit. His face turned white and looked at old Mrs. Mo: "old lady, let me try again. Just now... Just now, Shi Cong has slept for ten minutes."

"Ten minutes is not enough!" Mrs. Mo stamped her crutch and her voice was sharp. "He hasn't closed his eyes for a week. Ask the doctor. If he doesn't have a good sleep, he will die."

Tang Wanrou shook her head, walked quickly, grabbed the corner of Mrs. Mo's clothes, red eyes and said: "Old lady, I can. Give me some more time. I recently checked many famous foreign psychologists on the Internet. A psychologist named so cured many patients with severe insomnia with his own incense and saved 100 patients with schizophrenia and depression. As long as we contact so, Shi Chen will be saved."

A psychologist nearby heard the name so, his face showed a look of worship and said, "Miss Tang, so is the best psychologist in the California Hospital of M country, but it is said that she has a lot of patients. Now she makes an appointment. I'm afraid she will have to wait until next year."

Tang Wanrou despises it. As long as she has enough money, she can jump the queue.

At that time, she even killed her compatriots and sisters, just for the position around Mo Shichen. She has spent six years around Mo Shichen. How can she be allowed to be kicked out?!

Thinking of this, she quickly said, "old lady, it's a coincidence. I have a friend who works in California. I trust the relationship. I'll let so show Shi Chen first."

Mrs. Mo's face was moved. She glanced at her sharply and said, "I only give you two days. If you don't see so in two days, you don't have to come back to the Mohist garden."