"Give me the phone!" Feng Ling stared at him with fierce eyes.
Ah K pursed his lips and pointed at Feng Ling's face with his chin: "You just ran over here. It doesn't make any difference whether I delete this photo or not."
Feng Ling froze and realized that he had just run out. He turned his eyes suddenly and met Nan Heng's gaze.
"What the hell are you doing?" Nan Heng looked at her inexplicably.
Feng Ling: "..."
Nan Heng reached out and took off the mask paper from Feng Ling's face. When he saw the water on her face, he raised his eyebrows and touched her chin with his fingers as if wiping oil. As a result, he felt a handful of wetness. After seeing the thick and sticky essence, he immediately waved his hand with a look of disgust on his face: "What the hell is this? It's wet and sticky?"
Ji Nuan had just finished washing her face and followed her when she heard complaints from the steely straight man Nan Heng all the way away.
Feng Ling was about to lift her sleeves to wipe her face when Ji Nuan came forward and handed her the wet towel he had just brought. Nan Heng wiped K's clothes a few times: "Sure enough, we really can't blame our Feng Ling for not being feminine. She hangs out with people like you every day. It's strange that she can be feminine."
Feng Ling had already wiped his face clean, but the skin around his cheeks was a little red because he wiped it too hard.
Nan Heng glanced at Ji Nuan, then looked at Feng Ling, seeing the red patch on her snow-white face that looked much better than usual, and then looked at Feng Ling pulling it down while washing her face. He opened a lot of collars and looked at the white and greasy skin in her collar, but said nothing.
"You two women stayed here all night last night and didn't rest in the ward today. You are so energetic." Nan Heng looked away from Feng Ling's face and said in a cool tone.
Every time Ji Nuan and Nan Heng met, they had to quarrel with each other. Seeing that Feng Ling was obviously unhappy, Ji Nuan didn't say anything more. She just gave Nan Heng a wish-for-good-for-you expression and looked at it. Glancing at the door of the ward: "Are you done talking? Is he asleep again?"
"I didn't sleep. I just took a call from Haicheng Mo Group. The call hasn't been finished yet." Nan Heng said while teasing: "Are you planning to stay in this ward and not leave? Do you need to ask the doctor to treat you?" Move his hospital bed to this room, so that you can live here with him forever, so as not to have to squeeze into the same bed."
Ji Nuan knew he was teasing, but he didn't refuse anyone who came and smiled: "It seems like a good idea."
Nan Heng sneered: "You have a good idea."
"Mrs. Mo, I'm going to wash my face." Feng Ling suddenly said coldly at this time, turned around and left.
Ji Nuan turned around to follow her, and saw that Feng Ling had a cold face all the way. He was about to say some words of comfort. After all, Ah K was joking. Nan Heng was obviously deliberately taunting her. He couldn't just because Feng Ling rarely moved towards a woman. He took one step and was hit hard like this.
As a result, before she could say anything, the two of them had just walked to the elevator when the elevator door suddenly opened in front of them.
When the two people inside met their gazes, Ji Nuan's expression paused. When the two people inside also saw her, their eyes were fixed directly on her.
"Dad?" Ji Nuan hesitated for a moment before using this word politely.
Mo Shao looked at her with a cold face: "Jing Shen is hospitalized here, but you concealed it well and didn't even notify us?"
Ji Nuan's eyes moved back from An Shuyan who was behind him, then looked at Mo Shaoze, and said, "I'm sorry, we came back in a hurry. We have been in the hospital these days and did not inform you in time. It was an oversight on my part, but I really don’t have your contact information.”
Since the last bet worth tens of millions a week at the Mo family, Mo Shaoze didn't have many reasons to find fault with her. After living in peace for so long, Ji Nuan also put away her too sharp-tongued side. One sentence was a direct and sincere apology, which also allowed Mo Shaoze, who came with anger, to calm down a little bit.
Mo Shao walked out, glanced at Ji Nuan, and then at Feng Ling, who had no intention of going back to wash his face and was just standing next to Ji Nuan. His eyes looked at the two of them, and finally fell back on Ji Nuan. Face: "How is the depth of field hurt?"
Ji Nuan wasn't sure whether he knew Mo Jingshen's experiences clearly, but since Mo's father had been in the United States for so many years, he probably knew something about what his son had done when he was under his eyes.
She thought about it, but still didn't say much in depth. She just said: "The injury was not serious, but it is much better now. The operation was performed four days ago. Now I just need to rest in the hospital for a while."
After receiving the reassuring answer, Mo Shao nodded and turned to look at An Shuyan, who was standing silently behind him: "Shuyan, go and see the depth of field. If he needs anything here, just ask him directly. He's so hurt." He didn't notify his family for many days, which really shows no regard for us parents at all."
In a blink of an eye, Ji Nuan saw An Shuyan walking directly to the ward, twitching the corners of his lips, but before he spoke, Mo Shaoze said coldly: "After Jing Shen is discharged from the hospital, remember to let him stay in the United States for a while. The city is just that the old man and the Mo family's old house are still there. It really doesn't make sense for him to stay in Haicheng. For him, his real home is still in Los Angeles. He hasn't been back home in a few years, even if he has no plans to take over the Shine Group for the time being. , he should also be allowed to go back and see his mother."
"Aren't you going to tell him personally about going home?" Ji Nuan asked.
Mo Shao had a cold face.
He wanted to say it himself. Although he didn't want to admit it, Ji Nuan's words were obviously more effective than his.
On the other side, outside the door of Mo Jingshen's ward, An Shuyan was holding some nutritional supplements and a fruit basket in his hands. As soon as he walked over, he was blocked by Nan Heng, who was holding a cigarette.
The cigarette in Nan Heng's mouth was not lit. He narrowed his eyes and looked at her coldly: "Is Miss An here to visit on behalf of Director Mo?"
An Shuyan nodded politely to him: "Yes, Director Mo asked me to see the depth of field."
Nan Heng curved his lips with a smile, but his smile was obviously cold. His tall figure still blocked the door of the ward and said coldly: "He is resting. It is really inconvenient for Miss An to go in like this. If you need condolences or explanations, just tell Mrs. Mo and she will convey it to you."
Ji Nuan stood at the elevator and heard Nan Heng's words, and silently gave Nan Heng a thumbs up in her heart.
Normally Nan Heng could attack her however he liked, but when it was time for him to take action, he was really reliable.
Although Mo Shaoze brought An Shuyan back to the United States, he brought her here again today, and now he asked An Shuyan to visit Mo Jingshen. He was obviously still a little bit ready to make the move and had not completely given up on this idea.
What's more, this is America, Shine's territory, and he plans to do it blatantly.
Since Chairman Mo has not given up, he should nip their imminent plan in the cradle.