Mysterious president, get away from me!

"That's because I know you so well." Mu Chen cold lip smile deepens, know son Mo ruo father, unfortunately, this sentence, he still can't tell him.

"Second uncle, I suddenly think of something to tell you." The little guy got up with a grunt, and sat with his two tender legs, and said seriously.

"What's the matter?"

"Three days ago, grandma suddenly received a phone call, and then her face became very ugly, as if she was afraid. I asked Uncle guicha to check for me. The person who called her was Pei Wenxuan, the young master of Pei's company. As for what Pei Wenxuan said, I don't know... "

Mu Chen's cold eyes sank. He couldn't help thinking of the scene when Pei Wenxuan tried to find out the relationship between him and Mo Ling. There was a festival between Pei Wenxuan and Mo Ling. He called Mu's home and said that what he said was probably related to Mo Ling. In other words, pan Jinru already knows about the return of Mo Ling!

Pondering for a moment, Mu Chen Han said, "Xi Chen, I will be responsible for handling this matter, you don't pay attention to these things any more. Go to bed early. "

"Well, second uncle, you should rest early too. Good night."

The next day, the spring was beautiful and the weather was fine. Maureen was in a good mood. He cooked a pot of chicken soup and sent it to the hospital.

She gently pushed open the door of the ward, and saw the old man sitting by the window, almost blind eyes staring out of the window blankly, with obvious sadness on his old face. She had never seen the old man show such a look, the heart suddenly like something hit, dull pain.

She stood quietly at the door, silent. She didn't want to disturb him, but the old man obviously heard the sound of pushing the door. He turned away, hid his sadness, and said coldly, "come in."

Mo Ling didn't speak, walked to him with a very light step, put the chicken soup in the heat preservation bucket into the porcelain bowl, bent his knees and squatted in front of him, scooped a spoonful of soup, blew it and fed it to his mouth.

The smell of chicken soup diffused in the air. The old man opened his eyes and saw a vague white figure. He thought it was a nurse, so he opened his mouth and swallowed the spoon of soup.

Maureen took another spoonful of soup, blew it and fed it to his mouth.

In this way, after feeding him half a bowl, she came out of the thermos bucket and squatted in front of him again. She was blowing the hot soup in the spoon when her mobile phone suddenly rang. The familiar melody made the old man recognize that the person in front of him was not a nurse at all, but his granddaughter.

"Why are you again? Get out of my way, I don't need you to wait on me! "

In a rage, the old man raised his hand and pushed away Maureen. Maureen staggered back. She was still holding a bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other. There was no extra hand to support her body. She was about to fall to the ground. One hand was firmly on her back and pulled her up.

The soup spilled on her clothes and hands. The man who supported her from behind asked in a slightly urgent voice, "is it hot?"

Hearing this low and familiar voice, Maureen's face changed. She pursed her lips, put the bowl and spoon aside, pushed away the person holding her, and went straight to the bathroom.

Mu Chen stood rigidly in the same place, looking at her back disappearing in the bathroom door, and the familiar stuffy pain again appeared in his heart. At his feet, there was a bunch of flowers lying quietly, and the fallen petals scattered on the white floor one by one, just like red tears.

In the air, the aroma of chicken soup, mixed with the fragrance of flowers, oppressive atmosphere, it is almost suffocating.

The old man vaguely saw a tall and straight body standing in front of him. He held the armrest of the wheelchair tightly and said, "who are you?"

"My name is mu Chenhan. I'm Mo Ling's friend. I'm here to visit you." Mu Chen cold face has no expression ground to look at this stubborn old man in front of.

"Let's go, let's go, take Maureen with us. I don't want to see you!" The old man waved his hand angrily, like a fly.

Mo Ling cleans her hands and comes out of the bathroom. She just hears the old man's impatient voice. Her eyebrows droop slightly. She quietly walks to Mu Chenhan, bends down to pick up the flowers on the ground and throws them into the garbage can.

Then, she raises Mou to hope to Mu Chen cold, light way, "here is not the place that you can come, please leave."

Mu Chen cold turns a deaf ear to, the deep vision falls on the back of her left hand, the original white skin has been dyed red, think to come, that soup is still some hot, he can't help frowning, voice low, "find a doctor to prescribe a little hot medicine."

"I don't need your interference in my affairs. Please leave!" Mo Ling fingers slightly clenched, black and white eyes surging with the cold.

"You have to wipe the medicine!" Mu Chen cold suddenly stretches out a hand, one grasps her wrist, drags her to turn round to walk, "go to the doctor now!"

Mo Ling kicked him in the leg with a fierce expression, just like a wild animal, "get away, don't touch me!"

Her that foot kicks very hard, a burst of sharp pain attacks, Mu Chen cold facial expression has not changed, still tightly drags her wrist, "follow me!"

"If you don't go, why do you care about me?" Mo Ling is so angry that she is going to lose her mind. She clenches her teeth and reminds herself again and again in the bottom of her heart not to compete with this bastard, otherwise she will lose. He is a fart in her eyes. She doesn't need to be angry for such a person!

Two people stand in a stalemate, Mu Chen Han wants to beat this stubborn little woman to faint to carry!

The old man suddenly stamped his foot and yelled angrily, "what's the noise? Do you think I'm dead? Get out of here

Mu Chen cold holds Mo Ling's finger tight tight tight, the voice is low slow, "go, see a doctor first."

Mo Ling suddenly felt that it was very boring. He could not help but laugh at himself and pulled his lips. He was no longer aggressive. He turned back to his indifferent self and said calmly, "let go, I'll go to see a doctor myself."

From her beautiful pupil, Mu Chen Han only saw a piece of wood, when he was a stranger of that kind of wood, his eyes dim, slowly release her hand, she didn't look at him, passed by him, the rest of a touch of light fragrance.

The past time can never be found.

He suddenly realized it clearly.

The old man sitting in front of the window was thin and old. Although he often used anger and roar to maintain his dignity, mu Chenhan saw his loneliness.

He closed the door gently and went to the old man.

The old man said impatiently, "why don't you go? Come on, don't get in my way here

Mu Chen cold light way, "you still see clearly now?"? Since you can't see clearly, how can it get in your way? "

The old man burst into a rage, "where did you come from? You don't know the etiquette. Do you talk to the elders like this? Get out of here!"

"That's because you don't look like an elder at all. How can an elder insult his children and grandchildren so much?"

Mu Chen Han calmly looked at him and said clearly and slowly, "deliberately upset the water basin, spilled the soup, and humiliated her with excessive words. Do you want to drive her away from you?"

"You don't know anything... Don't talk nonsense here!" The old man angrily patted the armrest of the wheelchair, "it's not up to you, an outsider, to tell us what to do in our family!"

Mu Chen cold smile, "she is your daughter left the only blood, you so many years to her indifferent, you don't want to know what kind of life she lived?"

"I don't want to know. I don't want to know anyone who has something to do with Zhao Yanrong. Go away, don't force me to drive you with crutches!"

"You don't want to know, I don't think you dare?"

Mu Chen Han did not put his threat in the eye at all, the Mou light is dark, the voice slows down, "old man, I tell you a story, this story, is about the story of a woman who married in the dark."

"I don't want to hear any stories. Get out of here!" The old man touched the crutch on his side, raised it and waved it to him.

Mu Chen Han easily grasped the crutch, eyes slightly drooping, cold lips raised a cool thin radian, light way, "wait for you to finish listening to the story and then play not too late."

The story is neither pleasant nor lyrical. Mu Chenhan only tells the story of Mo Ling's experience five years ago in the simplest language, including that she was betrayed by her own father and forced to marry mu Nianchen's spiritual throne, that she agreed to be a test tube baby under the pressure of Mu's family, that she suffered from depression, that she cut her wrists and that she was kidnapped and flogged, And almost lost her child... Finally, she jumped into the river in despair

After listening to the "story" he told, the old man's face was already full of tears. His thin chest fluctuated sharply for a while. Suddenly, he grabbed his crutch and beat mu Chenhan hard.

"You mu family bastards think that we Zhao family are empty, don't you? How dare you bully my granddaughter like this! I'll beat you to death

In the room, there was only Zhao's angry scolding and the sound of mahogany leading crutches beating on people.

One stick after another, knock heavily, the old man will all the grief all vent to the Mu Chen cold body.

Mu Chenhan neither evaded nor resisted, just like a sculpture standing in front of him, letting the rain like stick beat him hard.

"Pa" a crutch heavy hit in his back, not yet healed knife wound just hit, hot tingling from the wound to the whole body, mu Chenhan slightly clenched his fingers, still like pine and cypress.

"You think that when I die, there will be no one to protect my granddaughter. It's up to your Mu family to abuse her, isn't it? You animals, I will not let you go! "

With the roar of anger, another mugstick hit mu Chenhan's injured back. He vaguely felt that the wound broke open again, as if warm liquid gushed out from under his skin.

"Son of a bitch, I dare to bully my Zhao family. I'll kill you!"

Mo Ling went downstairs to buy some scald medicine and put it on her hand. When she returned to the ward, she heard the old man's angry voice and some slapping voice. She was startled and quickly pushed the door open. When she saw the situation in the room, she was stunned.

Selfishly, she hopes that mu Chenhan will be beaten by the old man. However, the affair between mu Chenhan and her belongs to personal enmity. There is no need to involve the Zhao family. Therefore, she just hesitated for a few seconds, then she stepped forward and stopped the old man's crutch, "grandfather, what are you doing?"

Hearing her voice, the old man burst into tears, threw his crutches to the ground, panting and yelling, "ah Ling, drive that smelly boy named Mu away for me. After that, our Zhao family and Mu family are irreconcilable!"

The old man was very emotional, and he had to lean weakly on the wheelchair to pant for breath when he hit someone too hard just now.