Six years later, she took three milk balls to blow up the world

Chapter 395: Grandpa is not interested in drinking.

"Of course there is."

Zhan Mochen agreed without hesitation.

"It's the first day of school for three little ones. This is a big deal. Even if you don't have time, you have to make time. I will put down all my work on Monday and go with you and the children."

"Ah."

An Yan was completely relieved, she responded vaguely, found a comfortable sleeping position and fell asleep.

Zhan Mochen looked at the sleeping face of the little woman and felt the little woman moving back and forth in his arms. Her body was tense and her blood was surging, and her whole body seemed to be in dire straits.

"You are such a heartless little woman. You only care about your own sleep and don't care about my life or death..."

Zhan Mochen murmured with a wry smile, his thin lips describing An Yan's peaceful face over and over again.

In the end, he could only helplessly kiss her gently on the cheek, suppress the heat caused by the soft body in his arms, and forcefully close his eyes.

The next day, as soon as Zhan Mochen entered the company, he found Ding Hao and gave him full authority to prepare for the wedding.

"The wedding dress is made from France, and they have someone there to measure the size. Everything else will be done according to the highest standards. Just keep an eye on it."

"Yes." Ding Hao agreed. Just as he was about to leave, he was stopped by Zhan Mochen.

"If you have any undecided questions, just come and ask me directly. Don't bother Madam."

An Yan was already very busy at work, and now she was pregnant with a baby and had to raise the baby at home. Zhan Mochen didn't want her to worry about the wedding anymore.

Ding Hao agreed completely, but was still secretly shocked.

The CEO's consideration for his wife has reached a new level.

After Zhan Mochen explained these things, he plunged into work again.

Two days later, Zhan Mochen was in a meeting when the housekeeper of his old house suddenly called.

"The old man fell and injured his leg. He was just sent to the hospital. Come over as soon as you have time."

"What's going on? I'll be there soon."

When Zhan Mochen heard this, he didn't even bother to leave the meeting. He hurriedly drove to the hospital and went straight to the orthopedics department.

But after walking around, I didn't see Mr. Zhan.

Zhan Mochen called back again: "Where is the person?"

"The old man has been admitted to the ward, in ward 1508."

The tall figure ran all the way to the VIP ward again.

In the ward, Mr. Zhan was lying on the hospital bed, his right leg wrapped in a thick bandage. He looked a little tired, but his expression was very calm.

"Grandpa, what's going on? Let me see your injury."

Zhan Mochen pressed down, filled with worry, and walked over to check on Mr. Zhan's injuries.

Mr. Zhan's eyes were a little dodgey, and he even pulled the quilt to cover his legs.

"It's okay. I accidentally... accidentally hit it. I've bandaged up the minor injuries. Is there anything to look at?"

Zhan Mochen didn't think much, turned around and went out: "Then I'll ask the attending doctor to find out. You are already this age, and it is not a trivial matter to break your muscles and bones."

"Oh, doctors are very busy. I just finished the surgery. You have to let them rest."

Mr. Zhan stopped him again, and even stuffed an apple into Zhan Mochen's hand: "I want to eat fruit, you peel it for me."

Zhan Mochen stared at the big red apple in his hand, speechless.

"Grandpa, don't be joking. I have never done this since I was a child."

As a domineering CEO with a silver spoon in his mouth, it only takes a matter of minutes for his opponent to go bankrupt.

Asking him to peel an apple, Zhan Mochen felt inexplicably that he might suffer a bloody disaster.

Zhan Mochen glanced at the old housekeeper next to him, and his intention to ask for help was obvious.

The old housekeeper understood and hurriedly stepped forward to take the apple: "It's better for me to take care of such a small matter. The young master can talk to the old lady more."

This move made Mr. Zhan feel disgusted for a while, and he chased him away: "You can't do anything, so why are you here? You should leave quickly, do what you should be busy with, and don't bother me!" Zhan Mochen didn't do anything either. Arguing, taking advantage of Mr. Zhan to drive people away, he walked out of the ward.

The old man was surrounded by a group of people at home, and he couldn't even pour a glass of water, and his leg fell too strangely.

Besides, the old man wouldn't let him see his injuries, and wanted to drive him away. He was still hesitating when he spoke. Zhan Mochen had a gut feeling that something was going on.

After thinking for a moment, Zhan Mochen walked towards the attending physician's office.

"How is my grandfather doing? What caused the injury on his leg?"

"Ah, Mr. Zhan, right? The old man's physical fitness is still very good. This injury... is not too serious, but he will definitely have to stay in the hospital for a while."

The attending physician was vague and the important point was not to say a word.

Zhan Mochen didn't tolerate him at all and immediately turned cold.

"If you continue to deal with me with such an unprofessional attitude, then I will ask the dean to come and take a look in person now."

"Don't, don't!"

The attending physician was a little panicked.

Hey, I have known for a long time that the Zhan family is not easy to take care of. As expected, neither the old nor the young are economical.

He looked around and saw that no one was there, but he was still worried, so he simply stood up and closed the office door, then lowered his voice.

"Actually, there is no injury on the old man's leg at all. It's just a hard purple lump the size of a coin. I guess he accidentally knocked it on the corner of the table."

Zhan Mochen frowned: "Then why did you let him be hospitalized?"

"Yes, yes, you don't even need medicine for such an injury, let alone hospitalization. But the old man insisted on being hospitalized, and he insisted on asking me to make his condition more serious, so I almost had to put a plaster on him."

"I originally didn't agree, but the old man threatened that if I didn't let him be hospitalized, he would go to the hospital director. I had no choice but to put a bandage on him and make a hospitalization procedure."

The attending physician was also very aggrieved. Everyone threatened him with the dean of whomever he provoked, as if the first hospital was run by their own family.

After the attending physician finished his honest explanation, he carefully added: "Don't tell me that I told you this."

"Ah."

Having said that, Zhan Mochen glanced at the name of the hospital on the white coat of the attending physician again to see if there was anything else he didn't understand.

He nodded and gave the attending doctor reassurance: "Just follow the old man's words from now on. Just listen to what he says and pretend I haven't been here."

"Hey, okay." The attending physician agreed repeatedly.

Zhan Mochen left the office and didn't go far. He went directly to the medical device department for a walk.

When I returned to the ward, I was pushing a brand new wheelchair.

"Grandpa, your leg is injured now. It will definitely be difficult to walk. I specially bought a wheelchair to help you move around."

Mr. Zhan looked at the brand-new wheelchair and was not annoyed at all. On the contrary, he was very happy and praised Zhan Mochen with a smile on his face.

"That's great. My grandson is filial, sensible and considerate. Grandpa's love for you is not in vain."

"Then if you get tired of being in the ward in the future, let someone push you out for a walk. It will also help with wound recovery."

"okay."

Mr. Zhan happily agreed and was very proud of his flawless performance.

Seeing the proud look on the old man's face, Zhan Mochen couldn't help it. He leaned close to the old man's ear and suddenly lowered his voice and laughed: "Grandpa, you are always getting stronger. You don't care about drinking."

"You kid, what nonsense are you talking about!"

Mr. Zhan was stunned for a moment. His face was hot, turning red and white.

This brat has sharp eyes.

However, even if you can see it, so what?
Mr. Zhan warned his grandson with a straight face: "Please calm down and stop talking nonsense."

"Well, no problem. I wish grandpa that he will get his wish."

Zhan Mochen raised the corners of his lips and smiled slightly, saying nothing.

(End of this chapter)