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Chapter 807 Misplaced Life: Picking up a CEO 13
Shen Yichen paused, looking at Mo Chen who was dragged back to the ward by the nurse.

His expression darkened slightly.

Doctor Yuan?
Doctors also put themselves in the hospital?
……

After Mo Chen's figure was no longer visible, Shen Yichen walked towards the ward not far away.

Walk to the door, push open the door, and see the scene of father's kindness and son's filial piety.

Seeing Shen Yichen walk into the ward, Shen's father directly lowered his face, "Why are you here? Do you want to see if I'm dead?"

"Tsk, you're so irritable, I'm not afraid to go there accidentally." Shen Yichen clicked his tongue lightly, then walked to the sofa, crossed his legs, leaned on the sofa and swayed his legs.

"Brother, why are you free to come over today?" Shen Yijue narrowed his eyes slightly, and asked warmly.

"Come and see Dad, if one day I accidentally hang up my son, I have to watch him and close my eyes, right..."

"Shen Yichen, are you deliberately trying to get angry with your father, huh?" Father Shen was so angry that he almost couldn't catch his breath.

"Tsk, Dad, you see you are so old, why are you angry, you have to calm down, so that you can live a long life." Shen Yichen said leisurely, leaning on the sofa.

"Get out! Get out of here." Father Shen grabbed the teacup by the bed and threw it at Shen Yichen.

Shen Yichen turned sideways slightly, the cup brushed past his ear, and "dang" fell to the ground behind the sofa.

There was a crisp sound of porcelain cups being smashed in the ward.

Shen Yichen clicked his tongue, "Are you trying to murder your own son? But it seems that you are old and your hand strength is not good enough. Look at it and throw it crookedly."

When Father Shen heard this, his chest heaved and heaved, as if the next second, as long as he didn't catch his breath, he was going to go.

Seeing this, Shen Yichen clicked his tongue lightly, then stood up, and didn't say anything else, but directly got to the point, "Someone from the Yuan family has come, and they are asking the old man to fulfill the marriage contract, let your son Shen Yijue go." After finishing, he reached out and patted the corner of his clothes, and then walked out of the ward.

In the ward, only Shen's father, who was breathing slowly, and Shen Yijue, who patted Shen's father on the back, were left.

Shen Yijue was lost in thought while patting Father Shen on the back.

A marriage contract with the Yuan family of the Yuan family.

Yuan family?

The leader of Xia Country's jewelry industry?

He wants to give up the marriage contract to himself?
……

After Shen's father recovered, Shen Yijue sat by the bed, looked at Shen's father and said, "Dad, is there a marriage contract between the Yuan family and the Shen family?"

Father Shen took a sip of water before nodding, "Your grandfather agreed. Your grandfather and Mr. Yuan met more than 20 years ago. The two hit it off right away. They wanted to drink and chat together every day. Later, because of their respective careers, They went their separate ways, but they made a marriage contract."

Shen Yijue was taken aback when he heard the words, "The Yuan family, is that the Yuan family that makes jewelry?"

"Yes." Father Shen said, a gleam flashed in his eyes.

"Then, the marriage partner?" Shen Yijue asked nervously.

"As far as I know, the Yuan family has only one daughter, Yuan Jingjing, who is now the design director of the Yuan family." Father Shen's expression darkened as he spoke.

Hearing this, Shen Yijue squinted slightly, and glanced at Father Shen.

The two looked at each other without saying anything.

After a long while, Shen's father said, "Yijue, no matter what Shen Yichen's purpose is this time, this is an opportunity, you have to seize this opportunity." He reached out and patted Shen Yijue's shoulder.

"Dad, don't worry, I already know what to do." Shen Yijue said, a dark light flashed in his eyes.

……

Not long after Mo Chen returned to the ward, Mu Qing came, opened the door, and saw Mo Chen playing with his mobile phone.

Putting the large and small bags and an insulated box in his hand aside, he opened his mouth and said, "Ancestor, you are awake, huh~ If you don't wake up again, I may become a person who was spurned to death by the medical profession."

Hearing this, Mo Chen raised his eyebrows, but did not speak.

Mu Qing opened the insulated box and scooped up a bowl of porridge for Mo Chen, "Here, I just made it, drink a little, and there's still chicken soup after drinking it." She said and handed the bowl to Mo Chen.

Mo Chen looked up at her, then lowered his eyes, "I didn't drink, I just ate."

"Huh? Have you eaten? Who brought it to you?" Mu Qing looked around, but didn't find any lunch box or anything like that.

"Eating in the hospital cafeteria." Mo Chen said lazily, and then swiped on the phone with one hand.

"You're kidding me, how do you get to the cafeteria with the drip?" Mu Qing didn't believe it at all, "Do you want to eat, I'll feed you?"

Mo Chen raised his eyelids, and gave her a sideways look, "I really can't eat it, why don't you let it go for a while?"

When Mu Qing heard this, a trace of suspicion flashed across her eyes.

His eyes glanced at her Mo Chen's dripping hand, as if it had been done once before.

No need to think about it, I know that this guy must have pulled out the needle and went to eat.

"I said little ancestor, can't you stop abusing yourself? Tsk, you are really pitiful with such long hands." Knowing that Mo Chen had eaten, she no longer let Mo Chen eat, but put away the lunch box , "Take it down later and heat it up for your dinner."

"Success." Mo Chen blinked, answered, and then continued to type on the phone with one hand.

"Who are you chatting with? So obsessed?" Mu Qing took an apple from the bedside, and began to peel it.

"No one." Mo Chen replied casually, and typed another string of words.

Mu Qing curled her lips upon hearing this.

Mo Chen typed another line on the phone with one hand, and after sending it successfully, he turned his eyes away from the phone, glanced sideways at the basket of flowers and fruits on the table beside the bed, "Who will send it?"

"The doctors in the hospital, the director, and the director, um, and one of your patients." Mu Qing said, and she had already peeled the apple.

"Tsk, you all know that I'm hospitalized?" Mo Chen said with some emotion.

"Dean Su knows, which means that everyone in the hospital knows." Mu Qing handed the peeled apple to Mo Chen, "Eat one."

Mo Chen opened his mouth and took a bite, but he didn't intend to hold it with his hand.

The corner of Mu Qing's mouth twitched, "Ancestor, do you want me to feed you an apple?"

When Mo Chen heard this, he threw the phone aside and took the apple.

Seeing that Mo Chen took the apple, Mu Qing put the fruit knife aside, then turned and went to the bathroom.

There was the sound of rushing water and Mu Qing's voice, "People from the research institute wanted to come and see you before——I was scolded badly this time, Mr. Xu said, in the future , don’t allow me to be your driver again.” Mu Qing said with emotion.

The corners of Mo Chen's mouth twitched when he heard this, he felt sorry for Mu Qing.

But who is to blame?Of course it's Lolo's fault.

It caused the accident.

The culprit, Luo Luo, didn't feel guilty at all, and took a bite of the apple that came from the basket.

"If you ask me, even if they allow me, I wouldn't dare to be your driver. If you say I die, I will die. If something happens to you, tsk, not only will I be cast aside by the medical profession, I may become a Where's the eternal sinner?" Mu Qing came out of the bathroom while wiping her hands with a tissue.

Mo Chen glanced at her and said vaguely, "What are you afraid of?" Then he continued chewing.

"Tsk, of course I'm afraid, you are now a national treasure." Mu Qing teased.

(End of this chapter)