The second young master was only so anxious when he was the second young master. Although Mo Nanjue looked cold when he went downstairs, the servant could see the anxiousness and panic in his eyes.

The night when Su Qingtian died, Mo Nanjue went crazy to look for her. Since then, he is afraid that she will disappear suddenly.

Facing this woman, Mo Nanjue was really afraid.

Tong Ran patted his head, "My memory is getting worse and worse. I only found out that I didn't bring my cell phone when I arrived at the hospital."

I don't know where I left at home...

But she didn't expect that Mo Nanjue would wake up so quickly. Didn't she say that she would sleep more heavily after taking medicine?

Tong Ranzhi went up to the second floor. She whispered to unscrew the door handle and was about to walk in with her hands and feet. A tender voice suddenly came into her eardrums, "Dad, is it delicious?"

The man said coldly, "It's not delicious."

"You have to eat it if it's not delicious."

“…”

Tong Ran was stunned. Is this his son's voice?

She quickly walked around the shelf and entered the bedroom. She saw that on the big bed, Mo Nanjue leaned against the head of the bed, and there was a laptop on his slender legs. The man stared at the screen with his black eyes, and his fingertips pounded the keyboard from time to time.

I haven't been to the company these days, and I've accumulated a lot of things to deal with. I'm afraid I can't get enough of it after a few days of busyness.

Mo Yaochen sat next to Mo Nanjue with a porcelain bowl. He scooped up a spoonful of porridge, lowered his head and blew it in a good manner, then straightened his body and handed the spoon to the man's lips, "Dad, open your mouth, ah--"

Mo Nanjue frowned, and when he heard this, his thin lips opened slightly. Mo Yaochen put the spoon into his mouth, "Dad, be careful, be hot."

Mo Nanjue glanced at him and said, "I won't eat it anymore."

"No! You have to finish this bowl!" Mo Yaochen held the porcelain bowl and said with a singular expression, "I used to feed me a bowl every time I had a fever. Now you have to be fair if you have a fever, otherwise I will run away from home if I have a fever!"

“…”

What is this fallacy?!

Mo Nanjue had a cold face. Mo Yaochen was more domineering than him. He didn't care about that much. He scooped up a spoonful of porridge and stuffed it into his mouth. Although the man was reluctant, he didn't say anything else.

It’s not to set a good example for your son.

Mo Yaochen nodded with satisfaction and stuffed his short legs under the man's legs to keep warm. "Dad is so obedient, be good."

“…”

Mo Nanjue rarely did not refute. He looked at the time on the computer screen. Damn, this woman had been to a hospital for so long, and she threw him to her son?!

He rubbed his eyebrows tiredly. Mo Nanjue always felt that he couldn't wake up. He could always hold on and hold on if he didn't sleep for days and nights, but this period of time was obviously not possible.

Could it be burned out?!

Tong Ran leaned against the wall and saw this scene with a smile on her lips. He always took care of her and her son meticulously. Now, if he turns around, isn't he used to it?

He was not used to being taken care of... From childhood to adulthood, except for Chen An and Tong Ran, no one had ever taken care of him.

Tong Ran took out her cell phone, aimed at the big bed and was about to take a photo. A hoarse voice interrupted her movements, "Tong Ran! How long have you been standing there?!"

Tong Ran was stunned, and his phone almost fell to the ground. He looked up and saw Mo Nanjue staring at her coldly. The tense expression in the man's eyes eased as soon as he saw her, and his mouth was still cold, "Come here!"
Chapter completed!