In the high-end VIP ward, Old Man Mo was a little weak, his arm was on a drip, quietly looking at the ceiling, thinking about something. He looked much thinner than when Du Zixiu saw him at the anniversary celebration.

Du Zixiu came to visit Old Man Mo with some nutritional products and fruit baskets, his tall and straight body stood straight, the sun spilled in from the window, gold covered his side face, messy hair fell on his forehead, silver glasses covered his clear eyes, he was a ray of light in the morning, shining in the direction of Mo Wenwen's girl's heart......

Mo Wenwen, who was in a trance, raised a sweet smile at Du Zixiu, without the slightest shyness: "Brother Zixiu, why are you here?"

"Come and see uncle, how does uncle feel?" Du Zixiu nodded at Mo Wenwen, and walked straight to Old Man Mo's bedside.

"Have a heart...... Master Mo was a little weak, his pale face was bloodless, he struggled to sit up, and grabbed Zi Xiu's hand again, "Zi Xiu, Uncle Mo wants to ask you, are you married?"

Du Zixiu smiled at him, poured him a glass of water, and said, "Not yet." ”

A flash of joy flashed in Old Man Mo's eyes, and he took the water cup in his hand. "I'm an old bone at this juncture, and I don't expect that the child's marrow to save me. The company is handed over to Sifan to take care of, and I have nothing to worry about. The only thing that can't be relieved is that this child ......" After speaking, he took Mo Wenwen's hand, full of the compassion of being a parent.

Mo Sifan just wanted to push open the door of the ward, Geng Qiu tugged at his sleeve, he turned his head, Geng Qiu shook his head at him, his hand to open the door hung in the air, and then withdrew his hand.

How could Du Zixiu, such a smart person, not understand what the old man meant, "The operation will definitely go well, Sifan loves Wenwen very much, and will take care of her." ”

Old Man Mo hurriedly took his hand, a little anxious: "Don't worry, half of this Mo family is Sifan, naturally half is Wenwen, the Du family is in the growth stage, I think if you respond to the identity of the son-in-law of the Mo family......" Some words he said about this, he felt that he was sincere enough, if he Du Zixiu was a smart person, he would definitely understand the benefits, for the two companies, it was a win-win situation. It's just that he doesn't know that he is the person in charge of YUE, and he only needs to strip two industrial chains from YUE, which is enough for him to be in the forefront of Jindu, so how can he care about the Mo family's assets. The reason why Du Shi grew so slowly in Jindu was that he didn't want to use YUE's connections, or he wouldn't have withdrawn all the investments there.

Du Zixiu fell into deep thought, he was thinking about how to refuse Old Man Mo's kindness without being too young and frivolous. But this thinking look turned into concern in the eyes of Old Man Mo, he was tempted? The same thought was also born in Mo Wenwen's heart, and he couldn't help but rejoice in his heart, is her brother Zixiu finally going to belong to herself?

Geng Qiu pulled Mo Sifan back and walked to the end of the corridor. A bitter smile flashed: "This is the best result." Mo Sifan grabbed her and frowned: "You should know what he is." ”

"Sifan, you're wrong. I hope that he is looking for a wife who can help him, not that I will only drag him down. If he doesn't want to, I want you to persuade him. Geng Qiu sat down on the edge of the flower bed and looked into the distance with misty eyes.

"You don't regret it. Mo Sifan warned her.

"The thing I regret the most is dragging him down for four years. ”

Du Zixiu, who had been silent in the ward for a while, finally spoke slowly, and he said, "Uncle Mo, I will take care of Wenwen as my own sister." ”

Mo Wenwen's heart sank, even if he used half of the Mo family's assets as a dowry, Brother Zixiu was unwilling to marry her. It must be for that Wanwan, what kind of woman is Wanwan, so that Brother Zixiu is still worried about it? She must ask everything about Wanwan.

Old Man Mo laughed dryly, "There are not many young people like this, not many ......." After speaking, he slowly withdrew his hand and lay down slowly, this Zixiu is a good young man, but he has no fate with his Mo family. I also thought that if Zixiu became the son-in-law of the Mo family, then Si Fan and him joined forces to ensure that the Mo family would not decline for a hundred years.

Du Zixiu saw that Old Man Mo was lying down, knowing that he didn't take advantage of the old man's heart, and he was somewhat dissatisfied, but he just found Wanwan, don't say that he doesn't look down on the Mo family's property, even if he exchanges the entire Mo family, he will not marry someone else easily, and his Wanwan will definitely accept him again. So, saying goodbye in a hurry, Old Man Mo waved his hand and let him go. Mo Wenwen chased him out, his movements were a little restrained, but his eyes were willful: "Brother Zixiu, isn't Wenwen good?"

Du Zixiu put away the gentleness of the past, his eyes were full of coldness, and there was no trace of ups and downs in his voice: "Your marriage should not be tied to interests." Mo Wenwen was surprised: "Wenwen is willing, but Brother Zixiu is unwilling." Du Zixiu stepped forward, not planning to say some ruthless words again. "Is it for that night? She's been gone for four years, don't be obsessed. Mo Wenwen's tears gushed out and he roared angrily, but Du Zixiu did not stop.

Mo Wenwen squatted on the ground and cried bitterly, a trace of distress flashed on Tang Ning's sunny face, and he handed over the tissue in silence, Mo Wenwen looked up and saw that it was the annoying Tang Ning, crying even more, Tang Ning had no choice, squatted down to accompany her. The hairstyle he made this morning is particularly unsightly at the moment, as if he is laughing at his wishful thinking? Who is not wishful thinking?

At night, Geng Qiu was reading the new manager's books at home, which was regarded as recharging herself, and she planned to go back to the company on Monday, since the contradiction between her and Su Yingyu had been resolved, she would not be pretentious enough to ask Mo Sifan to invite her in person. Mo Wenwen called, and his mood was a little low: "Geng Geng, I want to drink." ”

Geng Qiu put down the pen in his hand and asked softly, "What's wrong?" She wondered in her heart, today in the hospital, didn't Zixiu promise to marry her?

"Geng Geng, when my father's body is stable, can you take it to see Wanwan?" Mo Wenwen begged bitterly.

"Wenwen, what are you going to do when you see Wanwan?" Geng Qiu said in a humble heart.

"Brother Zixiu can't let go of Wanwan at all, you and Wanwan are classmates, you take me to meet her, I want to see where I can't compare to her. ”

"Wenwen, Professor Du is just guilty about Wanwan. And Wanwan has a new relationship, let's not bother her, okay?" Geng Qiu had no way to tell Mo Wenwen the truth, she was afraid of hurting her, but there was always a day when the truth was revealed, but everyone knew that that kind of harm would be devastating.

"Geng Geng, my dad has a transplant tomorrow, I'm so scared, in case I ......"

"Chairman Jiren has his own natural appearance, and he will definitely tide over the difficulties. What you can do is take care of yourself and don't worry him. Geng Qiu comforted her softly, her voice was delicate, just as she was reasonable in the past, Mo Wenwen's heart also calmed down.

Mr. Mo's surgery was relatively smooth, and due to his age, many possible complications were not clear. Mo Wenwen has been taking care of him in the hospital for more than three months, Mrs. Mo felt sorry for her daughter who had lost a lot of weight, so she asked her to go back to rest for a few days, Mo Wenwen thought that there was a nurse to help, so she went home with confidence, she was so tired, she needed to sleep well.

The 12th floor of Jue Ye is a high-end clubhouse, and at night, the lights are bright and green, and the drunken gold is obsessed. In a box on the 12th floor, the person in charge of Dushi Intelligence was borrowing wine to drown his sorrows, he was tilted to the side on the leather sofa, and the wine bottle was casually poured on his body, under him, and behind him.

The waiter on patrol was a 17 or 8-year-old boy, who had just been on work for a few days, and hesitated to wake up the gentleman who seemed to be asleep, but finally mustered up the courage: "Sir, do I need to bring you a blanket?" "Sir, do you want to call a taxi for you?" Du Zixiu raised his head and glanced at him, and said hoarsely, "No." ”

When the young man saw that the man was awake and conscious, he dared to ask him, "Do you need to help you call the family?"

"Hmm. ”

"Do you remember your family's cell phone number?"

"Hmm. ”

"Will you report it to me?"

"Hmm. ”

The young man looked at him helplessly, his face was embarrassed, you should report it.

Du Zixiu took out his mobile phone from his pocket tremblingly, opened his eyes and looked at it, dialed the number and handed it to him, as if he had inadvertently said, "If you don't come, just say I'm dead", and shrank back on the sofa.

Geng Qiu was picking up a few professional books in the bookstore not far from Jue Ye, when he received a call from an uninvited guest and hung up.

"Sir, do you have any other family members?" asked the young man kindly. Du Zixiu turned over, carried him on his back and ignored him anymore.

The boy had no choice but to dial again, and when the boy dialed for the seventh time, the phone was finally picked up, and the boy breathed a sigh of relief, and now the guest would not be angry with him.

"Is there something wrong?" the other party's cold voice came.

"Hello ma'am, your husband has drunk too much, he, he seems to be very uncomfortable. The waiter saw that it was a young lady's voice and spoke humbly.

Geng Qiu took down his phone and glanced at it, and said awkwardly: "You seem to have made a mistake, I am not the wife of that gentleman." ”

The waiter was a little embarrassed, even if he wasn't his wife, he was a confidante, anyway, he was two people who made an awkward fuss. "Your husband is in box 1288 of Jueye, if you don't come, he will die." After speaking, he quickly hung up the phone, he didn't want to get involved in family conflicts, he put his mobile phone next to Du Zixiu, turned around and planned to go out. Du Zixiu dragged a stack of hundred-yuan bills in his hand, pulled the waiter, put it on his hand, and turned around angrily to pretend to sleep, and stopped talking. A happy look appeared on the young waiter's face: "Thank you, sir, your wife will definitely come to pick you up." This stack of money is worth a month's salary for the teenager, and the teenager is naturally full of joy.

Geng Qiu picked up the book and threw it back, ran frantically towards Jue Ye, entered the box that the waiter said, and sure enough, he saw a person huddled in the sofa. There were wine bottles everywhere, and the air was filled with the unpleasant smell of wine, Geng Qiu frowned, very distressed.

She nudged the person in front of her with her hand, but there was no response. "It's not really going to die. Geng Qiu muttered to himself, obviously frightened, and his trembling outstretched right hand slowly fell to his midriff, feeling the hot breath, he breathed a sigh of relief, and said to himself: "It's good that I'm not dead." But she can't carry this big person, and when she was worried, the young man who had just called him came in, handed her a room card, and kindly told her that the presidential suite on the 25th floor.