Chapter Three Hundred and Thirty Seventh: The Heart Is More Itchy

"Mr. Nan Heng, Director Mo is there, you should have heard what he just said." An Shuyan emphasized.

Nan Heng took the cigarette in his mouth and narrowed his eyes coldly: "I have been friends with Mo Jingshen for many years, but I have nothing to do with Shine Group. Director Mo should also know about my temper and where I am. It has nothing to do with me. I'm afraid people won't be able to break in."

When he said this, Nan Heng glanced coldly in the direction of Mo Shaoze with a half-smile.

When Mo Shao heard this, his face was obviously a little unhappy: "My own son is hospitalized here. As a father, I want to come and see, but I have to be stopped by you?"

"If Director Mo wants to go in, of course I won't stop him." Nan Heng's tone was slow and cool: "But it's not right for Miss An to go in. Mrs. Mo is still watching here, let Miss An in, Director Mo, you Are you sure you're not joking?"

Mo Shao frowned, An Shuyan walked away directly from the door of the ward, turned and walked back, looked at Ji Nuan, and then handed her the things in his hand: "Mrs. Mo, I'm sorry."

The corner of Ji Nuan's mouth pulled out a faint arc, and took it: "I thank Secretary An for Jingshen."

Speaking of this, Ji Nuan paused and said, "I still call you Secretary An, right? You are now the secretary manager of the Shine Group, which is not known by many steps higher than when you were in the Mo family. , to be able to go so smoothly in the workplace, it can be seen that Secretary An's work ability is indeed recognized."

An Shuyan nodded politely to her, and the smile in his eyes was neither heavy nor light: "You can call me by my name or Secretary An."

Ji Nuan glanced at her. The woman's intuition was always accurate. She looked at An Shuyan thoughtfully for a few seconds, and then handed the things in her hand to Feng Ling, who had already reached out.

"Dad, are you going in now to see the depth of field?" Ji Nuan asked.

Although it wasn't Mo Shaoze himself who closed the door just now, Nan Heng turned An Shuyan away, obviously not giving him any face at all.

Mo Shao glanced at the direction of the ward with a cold face, pondered for a moment, and said, "Since Jingshen is still resting, I won't go in. In half a month, it will be the Chinese Spring Festival. If he can be discharged by then , go home and have a reunion dinner."

Ji Nuan nodded: "Okay, I will tell him."

Mo Shaoze glanced at her again, his face still not very good-looking, and he turned around and was about to leave, suddenly paused, and turned to look at An Shuyan beside him: "If you are not busy here in the hospital, please help a little bit more. Ji Nuan is half-familiar with Los Angeles, so there will inevitably be places where you need your help."

"Okay." An Shu said lightly.

Mo Shao sighed from the side that Ji Nuan could not see, and went straight into the elevator.

Until they left, Ji Nuan looked at the elevator door, staring at the numbers that finally landed from the upper floors to the first floor.

Mo Shao is Mo Jingshen's biological father anyway, even if An Shuyan can't go in, he can go in if he wants to, but Mo Shao obviously has a temper, or maybe he has a strong desire to control people. Anything out of his control can offend him.

In this way, it comes and goes in a hurry, and I really can't see the slightest father-son relationship.

If Mo Jingshen can be discharged from the hospital in half a month, is it really necessary to go back?

And for a moment just now, Ji Nuan felt...

An Shuyan is no longer as active as she was when she first went to Haicheng. On the contrary, although An Shuyan did not clearly say what to do or do, she gave the impression that she was just accepting Mo Shaoze's arrangement. , neither initiative nor resistance.

"Mrs. Mo, do you want to send these in?" Feng Ling checked the fruit basket and nutritional supplements he had just received, and asked after confirming that there was nothing wrong.

Ji Nuan looked away from the number where the elevator had stopped at "1", and glanced at the things in Guolan.

As soon as he saw these things, he knew that Mo Shaoze didn't buy them. With Mo Shaoze's temperament, he probably wouldn't buy anything at all when he came to visit his son.

The fruit blue is very delicate, not the kind of fruit that you buy casually in the supermarket near the hospital.

They are usually very rare fruits with high nutritional content and high water content. Most of the nutritional products are also good things such as nourishing blood. It can be seen that An Shuyan did his homework before coming.

This An Shuyan should have been very sober when he left Haicheng?

Then what was her innocent attitude just now, as if everything was arranged by Mo Shaoze?

...

In the next week, obviously many people who thought it was profitable here were ruthlessly closed, so this week in the hospital was extraordinarily quiet, and no one dared to come to disturb them rashly.

The last time Mo Jingshen's wound became inflamed, it only burned for one night, and he recovered well after that. After a week, the skin on the surface of the wound has begun to heal, and he can occasionally get out of bed and walk normally.

"Last time dad said that you will go back to eat after you leave the hospital next week, do you have any plans?" Ji Nuan helped him walk in the ward. When she got to the window, she turned around and opened the curtains, and then opened the curtains that had just been opened. A slit window closed.

"I have no plans. The Ajibu affair is over. Officer Ente and the people at the base will solve all the follow-up problems by themselves. I don't plan to stay in the United States for too long. After the injury is healed, I will take you back to Haicheng as soon as possible." Mo Jingshen Seeing Ji Nuan's meticulous appearance, there was a smile in his eyes.

"Next week is the Spring Festival in China. No matter where you are in the country, it's basically a Spring Festival holiday. The Mo family doesn't have much work to do in a hurry. It's good to have a reunion dinner with your parents, but you I accompany grandpa every year, if I don't go back to accompany him this year, will grandpa be angry?" The corner of Ji Nuan's mouth couldn't help rising at the mention of Mr. Mo.

The winter sun is pouring in from the window, falling on Mo Jingshen's elegant eyebrows, as if surrounded by a circle of men who were already smiling and warm.

He said indifferently: "It's not enough to be angry. Although there is no us in Mo's house, there are not a few relatives who usually communicate with each other. You don't know how many people come to the door every day. It's enough for him to deal with those relatives."

While he was talking, Ji Nuan put his hand on his back, scratched lightly on his back through the hospital gown, and then asked with bright eyes, "Isn't the wound supposed to be itchy during the healing period? No itchiness at all?"

Mo Jingshen smiled softly: "It wasn't itchy at first, but it does feel a little bit after you scratched it twice."

At the same time, he leaned down slightly, looked at her white face that was close at hand, his eyes met hers, and he said meaningfully: "It's more itchy."

Ji Nuan: "..."

He bowed his head, pressed his warm lips to her neck, and then tossed and kissed, bewitchingly said: "In the ward these days, I slept and woke up, the time is too slow, it is rare to hug you again, why don't we do something else? ,Kill time?"