Zimo shook his head and said softly, "It's too dark to see clearly."

"Oh, I remember, she should be talking about Komatsu, I had something to do that day, let him accompany Wanwan to the physical examination." Liang Duo was inspired and quickly replied.

Song Wanqing stared at Liang Duoqing suspiciously, and saw that his face was not unusual, so she believed it.

"If there is no evidence, don't talk nonsense in the future!" Song Wanqing glanced at Zimo with a little reproach, and finally whispered to Liang Duoqing, "Hurry up and let Zimo go, Xuehua is still lying unconscious on the hospital bed, the most dangerous time has not passed, anyway, it is also your nominal mother-in-law, if you don't condole, forget it, and take the daughter who takes care of her away, although your father-in-law has always loved you, but this palm and back of his hand are full of meat, which still makes it a little difficult for him."

"Now that the child is gone, being a mother must be the most uncomfortable, you have to care more about her.

Liang Duoqing originally lowered her face, endured her anger and didn't speak, but when she saw her move Meng Wanwan out, she raised her head and reluctantly replied, "I know."

It's just that as soon as the words fell, Zimo keenly heard the strange dripping sound in the ward, because she was at the door of the ward, as long as she was careful, she could still hear it clearly.

"Mom!"

Zimo's heart froze, he exclaimed, tried his best to break free from the confinement of the two people, and ran towards the ward in a panic

Soon, Zimo exclaimed louder from inside, followed her to the nurse's station, and shouted loudly in a panic: "Doctor and nurse, you hurry up and help me see, what's wrong with my mother, why is she not breathing...

For a time, the ward was crowded with nurses and a doctor on duty.

Zimo squatted on the cold chair at the door, and watched the white coat in front of him in a daze, busy going in and out, like an abandoned orphan.

Liang Duoqing had already left, Song Wanqing was relieved, and before she could wait for the news of whether Feng Xuehua was safe, she was called away by a maid, saying that Meng Wanwan was making a fuss in the ward.

At night, the hospital was empty and silent, and the rescue lives in the wards were particularly deafening. There was a gust of wind in the corridor, and Zimo couldn't help but hug his thin body....

After an hour of rescue, the person was finally rescued.

"The patient had a cold caused by wind and cold, and there was nothing wrong with it, but her body had just undergone major surgery and was not suitable for blowing, so she must pay attention to it in the future." The doctor on duty wiped the sweat from his forehead, gasped and instructed Zimo.

It should be that An Zhicheng opened the window to smoke in the afternoon, and he forgot to close it, and Zimo undressed her and wiped her body at night, and she didn't close it during this period.

Since there has been no wind, Zimo didn't care about going up there, and now he only feels scared when he thinks about it. She was grateful to the doctor and nurse for a while, and they politely replied to some dues, and then instructed Zimo to leave after a few words. Zimo sat on the edge of the bed, holding Feng Xuehua's hand on his face, crying and sobbing

It's all because she's too careless, if she pays a little attention, her mother won't suffer this crime, and she almost stays away from her

This night, Zimo didn't sleep, she was afraid that something would happen to Feng Xuehua again.

It wasn't until the next day, when the doctor repeatedly checked that there was no problem, that she lay down on the couch and slept for a while.

A day is like a year.

In the five days that Feng Xuehua was in a coma, Zimo only felt like five years had passed.

In addition to dealing with the frequent An Zhicheng, Zimo also has to take care of Feng Xuehua, as well as the people of the An Group, three or four people come over every day at the staggered time when An Zhicheng is there, and each person carries a document in his hand, many of which need to be signed by Feng Xuehua himself before they can be executed.

She knew that this was the secret execution that Feng Xuehua had told her before, she didn't say anything, but with their help, she struggled to understand the meaning of each document, and used what she had learned in the past six months and some business knowledge she had personally experienced to make a judgment, and gradually, as Zimo knew, she understood Feng Xuehua's purpose to transfer An to her name.

What a risky act!

An's hundreds of thousands of people, company executives and some important positions of power are all An Zhicheng's eyes, and if you want to regain An's from his hands, I am afraid that it will be difficult.

But although Feng Xuehua did not follow her father in business in the end, she has been exposed to some knowledge such as business administration since she was a child, and she majored in business administration and other knowledge in college, as long as she learns it again, it is not difficult, and she studied psychology as a graduate student, so she can sensitively know whether her things have been discovered through human language and actions.

According to the current known situation, no one should know, and, looking at the current state, more than half of the plan has been carried out, and several ongoing projects in An Zhicheng's hands have been listed in Feng Xuehua's name, and many of his houses, cars, and real estate have all been transferred to An Zimo's name. Now the most important thing is to get three percent of Meng Wanwan's hands, and basically there is no need to be afraid of the equity in An Zhicheng's hands.

But before they could find a way to transfer Meng Wanwan's shares, An Zhicheng began to make up their minds.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, in the VIP ward of the central hospital

"What does this mean?

Zimo sat on the soft chair on the edge of the bed, looked at An Zhicheng on the sofa opposite with a smile, and asked, "What documents do you want me to sign?" Do I still have shares to transfer?

Zimo's vigilant and sneering expression made An Zhicheng feel uncomfortable for a while, the shares in her hand were indeed deceived by him for an excuse, but it was not very good in his ears.

An Zhicheng frowned and glanced at her, and finally patiently explained: "This is the villa that your mother bought in your name before.

"Oh, the little bungalow of the Wind and Snow House, right? My mother said it was my grandfather's dowry, what's wrong?"

Fengxue House was built when An's first made villa real estate, and at that time, Zimo's grandfather was still investing in Feng's, and An's started to build it. Then, such a detached 30-story bungalow building was built inside, and the whole building was surrounded by villas in the center, looking like a small pet held in the palm of the hand. Although the area is not as large as the villa, the price is lower than the villa, and the location is excellent, so when it first went on sale, dozens of units were sold out in less than ten minutes.

And Zimo's set is a small duplex located on the top floor, with an area of 200 square meters. Originally, at the beginning of the establishment, Feng Xuehua asked Grandpa Feng to give Zimo a set, and finally Grandpa Feng said that it would be regarded as a dowry for his granddaughter, so far he left her with the best set of small duplexes in Chaoyang.

Hearing Zimo say that this was the dowry left by his father-in-law, he frowned almost inaudibly, hesitated for a moment, and said slowly: "Zimo, give this bungalow to Wanwan, it will be regarded as your compensation for that child."