"What did you do? I'm so sure my dad won't wake up within three days?"

Mo Jiawen's expression changed.

"I said he couldn't wake up, it's just a hypothesis. Do you think I'll murder my husband?"

Wu Jiali's eyes also became sharp, which made Mo Jiawen feel a little nervous.

"I did not mean that."

Wu Jiali turned her head and looked at the door of the emergency room, turned around and left with a sentence.

"I'm going to take over your father as the chairman of the company. There are a lot of preparations to do. You can stay here to accompany him."

Mo Jiawen opened her mouth and said nothing after all.

He never expected that his parents would make trouble one day.

For the sake of her younger brother and relatives, my mother would ignore her father's life and death.

"mom!"

Mo Jiawen looked at her mother's back as she gradually faded away, and finally couldn't help but scream.

Wu Jiali paused for a moment and left without looking back again.

"I...you..."

Mo Jiawen felt a little aggrieved and angry, so he could only stamp his feet.

After three days, Wu Jiali said she wanted to give Mo Shaoming three days. If he didn't wake up, he would have to seize power.

At this time, a nurse came out of the rescue room.

"Nurse, how is my dad doing?"

Mo Jiawen immediately stopped the nurse and asked.

"Please calm down, sir, we are trying our best to rescue."

"rescue?"

When Mo Jiawen heard this word, sweat suddenly emerged.

"This... so my dad is in danger of his life? What disease is it?"

"The preliminary judgment is that it is poisoning. We are now urgently mobilizing medicines. Please calm down."

"Poisoned?"

Mo Jiawen shook his body a few times, and he held the wall with one hand before he didn't fall.

I didn't expect that the Wu family could do it.

what to do?

Mo Jiawen was hit repeatedly and forced himself to calm down. After thinking for a while, he suddenly remembered that Meng Bo seemed to have mastered a magical medical technique and could snatch Mr. Xu from the welfare home near Ningnan suburbs from the god of death, so he would have a way to save his father.

Now Mo Jiawen is also sick and seeks medical treatment. He quickly took out his cell phone to dial Meng Bo's phone number.

Even though he knew, Meng Bo was traveling in a helicopter now.

However, he still held a glimmer of luck, hoping to contact Meng Bo smoothly and begged to return, not only to save Mo Shaoming's life, but also to help them keep the company so that they would not be taken over by the Wu family.

Moreover, Mo Shaoming, Mo Jiawen and Meng Bo have the same interests as Mo Bo, and Meng Bo will definitely help.

Sorry, the user you called cannot be connected for the time being.

However, Mo Jiawen still heard the response he least wanted to hear.

Obviously Meng Bo has already taken a helicopter and the mobile phone signal cannot be connected.

Dial again.

Sorry, the user you called cannot be connected for the time being.

Dial again.

Sorry, the user you called cannot be connected for the time being.

...

Mo Jiawen couldn't tell who she was having a fight with, so she called Meng Bo over and over again, but she just couldn't get it.

"Mr. Meng, you said you don't leave sooner or later, but you just rushed to leave at this time. If you walk for ten or eight days, the company will have to change its owner. Even if you are the largest shareholder of the Dragon Palace in the Heavenly Dragon Palace, but not the largest shareholder of the Mo family group, what will happen!"

Mo Jiawen was so anxious that she wanted to fly over and catch up with Meng Bo immediately.

The rescue lasted for more than four hours, and finally stabilized Mo Shaoming's condition, but when will he wake up, the doctor just said that he had to see the patient's own recovery ability.

While Mo Jiawen was staying in the rescue room, other senior executives of the company, including shareholders, rushed over and surrounded Mo Jiawen and asked this and that.

"Jiawen, I heard that your mother is going to take over as chairman, right?"

"Sister Wu is coming back? I heard that Sister Wu's most intolerant is that the company's shares are too scattered. Will she exclude us shareholders?"

"It doesn't matter. If someone surnamed Wu really can't tolerate us shareholders, then I might as well take away the shares or ask someone surnamed Wu to invest in my shares."

"Jiawen, if your mother really takes over the chairman, how much do she do next? "

...

Mo Jiawen's head hurts.

He could only keep silent and shake his head.

Finally, I was so upset that I would reply: "I'm sorry, let's talk about it when my dad wakes up."

After the company's senior management and shareholders dispersed one by one, Mo Shaoming's condition was steadily transferred to the advanced nursing ward, Mo Jiawen was reluctant to eat and called Meng Bo's phone again and again until the phone ran out of power.

...

It was getting late, Zuo Qingyan had been busy for a day, and the guests were almost gone, so they were about to close the stall.

"A bowl of spicy hot pot, the boss is not in a hurry to close the stall, right?"

This voice belongs to a young woman, like a oriole singing, which is fascinating.

"It's okay, soon, you can choose the ingredients yourself first."

Zuo Qingyan lowered his head and was busy, not looking up at the appearance of the female customer.

"That's hard for the boss."

This sound sounded particularly comfortable, making Zuo Qingyan look up at the owner of the sound.

A peerless face facing Zuo Qingyan, smiling brightly, like a flash of cereal blooming at night.

"hiss……"

Zuo Qingyan shook his hand and almost threw away the bowls and chopsticks in his hand.

How could it be her?

"Boss, I have a very small appetite. You won't dislike the small business, right?"

The young woman put a small portion of the selected ingredients on the electronic scale, and asked Zuo Qingyan to read it.

"It's okay, I can't charge you money, just collect the money today and make a good relationship."

Zuo Qingyan forced himself to calm down, cooked the soup ingredients to cook a bowl of spicy hot pot for the woman, and brought it to the table with his own hands.

"Thank you for your hard work, boss."

The woman was like an ordinary customer, savoring this bowl of spicy hotpot carefully, without saying a word throughout the process.

After more than ten minutes, the woman finished her meal and stood up and praised:

"It is worthy of being a well-known internet celebrity snack in Ningjiang. It can conquer anyone's stomach by conquering a person's stomach."

The woman finished her praise and left a hundred-dollar bill and left.

From beginning to end, the woman and Zuo Qingyan were like ordinary customers and merchants, without any extra communication.

But Zuo Qingyan knew that the life he expected was ultimately a dream, and what should come will come.

After the woman left, Zuo Qingyan fell into a lot of worries. Even after the waiters finished cleaning, they repeatedly reminded Zuo Qingyan several times that it was time to go home, and they woke up as if they were dreaming.

...

After eating at Qingyan Malatang, Bai Lingmei walked freely, visited the Food City and Sunshine Restaurant Bar, and then took the elevator out of Songrun Building, and walked leisurely in the block for more than 20 minutes.

On the surface, she was just an ordinary young woman with a beautiful appearance. Walking on the street, she attracted the attention of many men. In fact, she was in the fifty steps around her, and more than a dozen bodyguards pretended to be passers-by and followed quietly.

Someone took the initiative to come forward to chat with Bai Lingmei, and she responded with a smile and left each other with a message or QQ.

"Fifteen minutes later, see you in the ** hotel."

"See you in twenty minutes."

...
Chapter completed!