After Mo Yongheng finished speaking, his eyes slowly shifted to Qi Yan, and Zitong narrowed his eyes slightly, "As for you, if you are not afraid of death, then follow in."
"Just go in, you think I'm afraid of you!" Qi Yan put his hands in his pockets, and met Mo Yongheng's cannibalistic gaze, and walked forward.
Walking to Tan Bengbeng's side, he held Tan Bengbeng's hand aggressively, and led her into the ward together.
In a clean and bright ward.
The old Patriarch Mo just woke up and took the medicine. At this time, he was leaning on the head of the bed, asking the nurse to read the newspaper to him.
This is what Qi Yan ordered.
Old Patriarch Mo has been in a coma for too long, and his ability to accept and respond has become sluggish. He often listens to things outside, which is helpful for his recovery.
Seeing a few of them come in at this moment, his hale and hearty old eyes glanced at Mo Yongheng's and Zheng Yan's tightly holding hands, his eyes flickered slightly, and he stretched out his hand and waved away the nurse who read the newspaper to him.
He took off the reading glasses on the bridge of his nose.
"Master!"
Several people greeted at the same time.
Although Mo Chengxian's illness has been repeated, his overall mental state is still better than before, and now he can sit up from bed by himself without the help of others.
At this moment, he put the reading glasses in his hand on the bedside table, and signaled other irrelevant people to go out with his eyes.
In the ward, soon there were only Mo Yongheng, Zheng Yan, Qi Yan, and Tan Bengbeng who wanted to go out but was hugged tightly by Qi Yan...
"Qi Yan, don't touch your feet in front of the Patriarch!" Tan Bengbeng's ears turned red, he stepped on his instep, and lowered his voice to warn.
Qi Yan curled his lips indifferently: "My thoughts for you are already Sima Zhao's heart. Everyone knows that the old Patriarch has long been used to it, and only you are still shy. Besides, it was Mo Yongheng who let us in. You I'm Nian Xiaomu's secret guard, I'm not an outsider, I'm your man, so naturally I'm a family, here are all my own people, don't avoid it!"
Tan Bengbeng: "..."
Medicine King, where's your face
When you ran against Mo Yongheng just now, you didn't see the appearance of "one of your own" at all.
Qi Yan didn't care about Tan Bengbeng's contemptuous eyes, and stood beside her in an inconspicuous position while holding her in his arms, waiting to watch the play.
Mo Chengxian didn't seem to care about their existence, he saw Zheng Yan who was being pulled forward by Mo Yongheng, and narrowed his eyes slightly.
"This is... a girl from the Zheng family?"
Mo Chengxian's body is recovering well. Although the sequelae caused by the stroke have not fully recovered, what he said has become easy for people to understand, but the expression is still not so fluent.
Zheng Yan was already a little apprehensive, and was dawdling, not daring to go forward, when she suddenly heard the old Patriarch pointing to her, her bright face turned pale with a brush, her lips moved, and she couldn't answer a word for a long time.
"I don't eat people... speak well!"
Mo Chengxian frowned, and his voice sank.
Seeing that Zheng Yan didn't answer him, she looked at Mo Yongheng: "This is... the person you like?"
"Go home, yes. Her name is Zheng Yan, the eldest lady of the Zheng family. We have known each other since we were young. I have liked her for many years." Mo Yongheng held Zheng Yan's hand tightly, and said neither humble nor overbearing.
"I've known each other since I was a child... yes, this girl... lived next door to your house when I was a child." Mo Chengxian's old eyes flickered, as if recalling something.
Hearing this, Tan Bengbeng, who was standing aside, froze for the first time!