"Oh, it's such a coincidence that I forgot everyone, only remembering Xin'er. Do you want Xin'er to stay with him in the hospital? Let me tell you, only the eight o'clock idol series dare to perform this kind of drama!"
Mo Chengxian was determined not to think that such a small trick could fool me.
Mo Chengliang was startled, "But what if it's true? After all, the eldest miss also lost her memory by accident."
"I also had such scruples, so when I was in the hospital, I didn't stop Xin'er from staying to take care of him. Even Qi Yan spoke up to help him, and I compromised without saying anything. Help him talk to me, and I'm sure that kid is definitely acting!"
Mo Chengxian's hale and hearty old eyes flashed slightly.
There was no anger at being teased on his face, but rather appreciation.
"Don't tell me, he really likes me. Tell me, that kid just came back from the gate of hell and was injured so badly. If it were someone else, he might not have time to figure out what's going on. Responding so quickly and thinking of a scene of amnesia, I had no choice but to agree to let Xin'er stay in the hospital to take care of him. There is really no one in the younger generation of the Mo family who can match his mental courage. He is worthy of my Xin'er."
"So, the Patriarch has already recognized him in his heart?" Mo Chengliang asked with a smile.
The smile on the corner of Mo Chengxian's mouth tightened, and he stubbornly denied it: "I'll just boast a few words at will. If the Yu family refuses to let me go and give me an heir, I still won't agree to him marrying my Xin'er!"
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in the hospital.
As soon as Qi Yan entered the ward, he put aside the valuable medicine box and hastily closed the door.
After making sure it was locked, he walked in front of Yu Yuehan.
He sat down on the chair in front of the hospital bed, raised Erlang's legs awkwardly, "Brother, I went up the mountain of swords and went down into the sea of fire for your sake, and now I even went to find out the secrets of the old Patriarch Mo, so you just say that you should be grateful?" crying bitterly?"
"Are you ready?" Yu Yuehan was lying on the sickbed, and when he heard his words, he sat up from the bed.
I got up so quickly that I felt dizzy.
He stretched out his hand to press his temple, turned his head and saw Qi Yan anxiously.
"What's the situation, please explain clearly!"
"What's the hurry, Nian Xiaomu was dismissed by me. She should be taking a pregnancy test right now, and she won't be back for a while. But you, I'll do my best to help you as promised. I don’t even know Mo Yongheng anymore, so how can I plead for mercy? I’m at a loss from this business, brother, and I haven’t seen any benefit.”
Qi Yan folded his arms with both hands, and looked like a baby. He couldn't see his daughter-in-law in a bad mood, nor could he see other people's good posture.
He hasn't seen his Bengbeng for seven days!
A few days ago, I sneaked to Mo Yongheng's private villa. Before the wall was overturned, I heard a Tibetan mastiff barking in the villa.
If he really turned inside, he might be torn to pieces by the Tibetan mastiff.
He told Tan Bengbeng about this, and Tan Bengbeng forced Mo Yongheng to take away the Tibetan mastiff.
He originally thought that he would be able to see his wife in this way, but when he climbed over the wall the next day, he found that the Tibetan Mastiff was gone, but the windows of Tan Bengbeng's balcony were all welded to death by anti-theft nets.
Unless he can turn into a butterfly, he won't even be able to fly in!
He cried and complained to Tan Bengbeng, only to learn that Mo Yongheng learned this method from Zheng Mohong...
Mo Yongheng himself was abused, so he used it to abuse him.
what can he do
despair!