The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 335 is more itchy is the heart

"Mr. Nan Heng, Mo Dong is there. You should have heard what he just said." An Shuyan stressed.

Nan Heng took the smoke from his mouth and said coldly: "I have been in contact with Mo Jingshen for many years, but there is nothing to do with the Shine Group. Mo Dong should know my temper, my place, nothing. The people are afraid that they will not enter."

When he said this, Nan Heng looked like a smile and a cold look at the direction of Moshao.

Mossau heard this and his face was obviously unpleasant: "My own son is hospitalized here. I want to see my father, and I will be stopped by you?"

"If Mo Dong wants to go in, I certainly don't stop." Nan Hengyu slowed down and faintly cool: "But Miss An is afraid that it is not appropriate. This Mrs. Mo is still watching here, let Miss An enter, Mo Dong Are you sure you are joking?"

Mossau raised his eyebrows coldly, and An Shuyan walked straight away from the front of the ward, turned and walked back, looked at the warm season, and then handed her the hand to her: "Mr. Mo, tired of trouble."

The warm-hearted corner of the season pulled out a faint arc and took over: "I thanked the secretary for the depth of field."

Speaking of this, the season warmed up, and said: "I still call you an secretary should be right? You are now the secretary of the Shine Group, which is higher than the previous time in Moh. I don't know how many steps. The ability to work in the workplace is so smooth, it can be seen that the secretary’s ability to work is indeed recognized."

An Shuyan nodded to her politeness, and the smile in her eyes was not heavy or light: "Call my name or Secretary."

The warmth of the season and her glance at the woman, the intuition of the woman has always been very accurate, she looked at the book for a few seconds thoughtfully, and then handed over the things in her hand to the seal that has reached out.

"Dad, are you going to see the depth of field now?"

Although I was not a Mosuo, I had eaten a closed door, but Nan Heng refused to leave the book, obviously it was not given to him.

Mossau looked cold and stunned the direction of the ward and indulged for a moment. "Since the depth of field is still resting, I will not go in. It will happen to the Chinese New Year in half a month, if he can be discharged at that time." Go home and have a reunion dinner."

The season warmed nodded: "Well, I will tell him."

Mossau looked at her again, his face was still not very good-looking, and he was about to leave. Suddenly, he paused and looked at the book next to him: "The hospital is here to help you when you are not busy. Seasonal warmth is not familiar to Los Angeles, and there is inevitably a place where you need help."

"Okay." An book said lightly.

Moss sighed at the side of the invisible side of the season and went straight into the elevator.

Until they left, the season looked at the elevator door and stared at the number that landed from the top of the building to the first floor.

Mosuo is a good father of Mo Jingshen. Even if An Shuyan can't go in, he can certainly enter if he wants to go in, but Moshao obviously has a temper, or he is too strong in controlling people. Everything from the people he controls can anger him.

This is also a rush to go and rush, it is really not seeing a little father and son.

If it is half a month, if Mo Jingshen can be discharged, is it really necessary to go back?

And just for a moment, the season is warm...

An Shuyan is no longer as active as when he first went to Haicheng when he went to Moh. On the contrary, although Anshuyan did not explicitly say what to do, she gave the impression that it was only accepting the arrangement of Moshao. , do not take the initiative and do not resist.

"Mrs. Me, are these going to be sent in?" Feng Ling checked the fruit baskets and nutrients that had just been taken over, and determined that there was no problem, he asked.

The warmth of the season is removed from the number where the elevator has stopped at "1", and the eyes of the blue fruit are blinking.

When you look at these things, you know that it is not bought by Mossau. With Mossau’s temper, you can visit your son and estimate that you will not buy anything at all.

The fruit blue is very delicate. It is not the kind of fruit that is bought casually in a supermarket near the hospital. It is a fruit that is usually rare and has high nutrients and high moisture. It is also a good thing, such as blood supplements. An Shuyan still did his homework before coming.

This book is very clear when leaving Haicheng?

Then she just had such an innocent attitude as if everything was just arranged by Mossau.

......

In the following week, it was obvious that many people who were profitable here had ruthlessly closed their doors, so this week the hospital was exceptionally quiet, and no one dared to rush.

In the last time, the ink on the wound was burned for only one night. After that, the recovery was not bad. After one week, the skin on the surface of the wound had begun to heal, and occasionally it was possible to get out of bed and walk normally.

"The last time Dad said that you would go back to dinner after leaving the hospital next week. Do you have any plans?" The warm season helped him to walk in the ward. When she got to the window, she turned and opened the curtains, and then just opened. A slit window closes.

"There is no plan. The affairs of Ajib have ended. The police officers of Ente and the base will solve all the problems that follow. I have no plans to stay in the United States for too long. After the injury, I will take you back to Haicheng as soon as possible." Looking at the warmth of the season, there is a smile in my eyes.

"The next week is the domestic Spring Festival. No matter where the country basically enters the Spring Festival holiday, Moh has not too much work and is eager to ask you to deal with it personally. It is good to have a reunion dinner with your parents, but you Every year with my grandfather, this year, if you don’t go back to accompany him, will Grandpa be angry?” When I mentioned the old man, the warm-hearted mouth couldn’t help but rise.

The winter sun is spilling out of the window, falling between the eyebrows of the deep-skinned people of Mojing, like a group of men who are already smiling and warm in a circle.

He said in a hurry: "I am not angry, but there is no us in the ink house, but there are not a few relatives who usually come. There are not many people who go to the door every day. You don't know how to deal with those relatives."

When he was talking, he put his hand on his back and gently grabbed him twice on his back through the hospital suit. Then he opened his eyes and asked: "Why should the wound healing period be itchy? You are Didn't feel a little itchy?"

Mo Jing deep smiled: "It doesn't itch, it's a bit of a feeling that you caught it twice."

At the same time, he leaned down and looked at her white face, which was close at hand. The light was on her face, meaning deep: "It is the heart that is more itchy."

Seasonal warmth: "..."

He bowed his head, warm lips stuck on her neck, and whispered between the kisses: "The days in the ward have slept and wake up, the time is too slow, it is rare to be able to hug you again, it is better for us to do something else. ,Kill time?"

(End of this chapter)