Substitute for the little ancestor

Si Chenmo smiled calmly: "I think, I have the ability to be Si's."

There were not many people in the office, and there were whispers of discussions in an instant.

What the board of directors did was in huge contrast with Si Aotian's imagination.

Will be gone.

Zhou Zhenxiong withdrew from the formality at the meeting.

He stepped forward to hold Si Chenmo's hand, with tears in his eyes: "Little Mo, when did your leg get better?"

Si Chenmo smiled: "It's been a while, Uncle Zhou."

Zhou Zhenxiong nodded again and again: "This is really great."

Said Zhou Zhenxiong wiped away his tears.

As if looking at his own son, Zhou Zhenxiong had a kind face on his face: "Seeing you like this now, with Mrs. Si in your hands, Uncle Zhou has ten thousand hearts."

Si Chenmo bent his lips: "Thank you Uncle Zhou for your support."

Wait until there is no one in the house.

Si Aotian was stunned on the spot.

"It's impossible, it's impossible."

he muttered to himself.

The car accident that year came to mind.

"Obviously such a big fire, and the hospital's diagnosis, how is this possible?"

"What are you talking about, brother?"

At this time, Si Chenmo suddenly walked in from the door.

Si Aotian was stunned for a moment, and he hurriedly said: "No, I didn't say anything."

As soon as the words fell, he wanted to leave.

But was stopped by Si Chenmo.

"The accident that year was caused by you alone."

Si Chenmo's voice was very deep and low, and his non-questioning tone seemed more affirmative.

Si Aotian shook his head and knocked off Si Chenmo's hand that was holding onto him.

"I think you're making a mistake."

He was trying to quibble, but the trembling of his voice gave him away.

There was a meaningful smile on the corner of Si Chenmo's mouth.

Then he took out a black thing that resembled a tape recorder.

Si Chenmo pressed the switch.

A voice came from inside: "Boss, that black Bentley has successfully exploded."

"Keep an eye on it, it's best for people to die inside."

It was Si Aotian's voice.

He took two steps back.

Half-closed his eyes: "You are framed."

Si Chenmo sneered: "Death is imminent, and you are still making useless sophistry."

Si Aotian seemed anxious, wanting to fight for it.

Si Chenmo quickly avoided him.

He nodded slightly, and the corners of his lips curled up.

Facing Si Aotian with a condescending attitude, he said coldly: "While you still have time, enjoy your last delicious meal."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Let me tell you, Si Chenmo, don't think that if you take over the Si family, you can reach the sky in one step and do whatever you want."

"Grandpa will not let you mess around!"

Si Aotian was almost out of breath, he yelled at Si Chenmo.

Si Chenmo no longer pays attention to Si Aotian.

go straight away.

The paparazzi at the door are still blocking.

"Come out, come out."

someone whispered.

The 'click' sounded along the way.

Si Chenmo frowned.

Now he can completely stand in front of everyone.

Although Si Chenmo was never willing to accept interviews.

But now is a good time for him to go public.

"Sir, are you Mr. Si Chenmo?"

"Sir, sir, I remember you came in a wheelchair, what is your identity?"

Si Chenmo slowly took off his sunglasses.

There was an uproar in an instant.

There was another violent 'click' sound.

"It's really the second son of the Si family!"

The media are even more curious.

Then the address also changed: "President Si, why do you keep announcing your disability?"

"President Si, you are now the official manager of the Si family, right?"

Facing the camera, Si Chenmo remained calm.

He calmly said: "Announcing the disability to the public has never had a better opportunity to clarify."

"As for whether he is the next manager of the Si family, you can wait for the next press conference."

Si Chenmo explained the two passages very clearly.

But the media is still hot on their heels.

They will not be satisfied, and they wish to ask all the old people out to get what they want.

Si Chenmo ignored it.

The security guard formed a circle around Si Chenmo.

It was noon.

The crowd was bustling, and the surrounding temperature also rose several degrees.

The resolution of the board of directors is completely over.

When he got home, Ruan Tong was concentrating on the news reports.

"What are you looking at, so fascinated?"

At the entrance, Si Chenmo took off his coat.

"You're back!"

Ruan Tong trotted forward.

The real-time news is playing on the phone.

Si Chen's handsome facial features carved in ink are still heroic under the lens without beauty.

Ruan Tong looked at Si Chenmo like a little girl: "I've seen your interview today, it's great!"

Si Chenmo smiled: "Really?"

Ruan Tong nodded vigorously: "Of course, this is equivalent to the original camera. It's still so handsome."

Si Chenmo couldn't laugh or cry: "Your focus is on this."

Ruan Tong stuck out his tongue and giggled: "A small part."

At this time, the old man called.

"Little Mo, why didn't you tell grandpa when your leg was healed?"

The old man's tone was excited.

Si Chenmo smiled: "I planned to give you a surprise."

On the phone, the old man smiled heartily.

I could tell that it was a smile from the heart.

There was a smile in Si Chenmo's eyes.

I hope that the old man can always remain so happy, which will be very beneficial to the recovery of the disease.

At four o'clock in the afternoon.

Allen called.

"Mr. Si, I've arrived at the airport, what should I do next?"

Alan's Chinese is a bit broken.

Si Chenmo said softly, "Wait a moment, I'll send someone to meet him right away."

After hanging up the phone, Ruan Tong bent his head and asked him curiously, "Who is it?"

Si Chenmo got up: "I specially invited a doctor from abroad."

Ruan Tong understands.

It should be my grandfather's illness.

"So are you going out now?"

Si Chenmo nodded.

He rubbed Ruan Tong's head and said warmly, "Wait for me obediently at home."

Ruan Tong nodded obediently: "Okay."

The meat ball in his arms also cried out.

Ruan Tong looked down at it and said to himself, "Routuan, are you saying goodbye to Dad?"

Si Chenmo's heart throbbed for a moment.

He leaned over and kissed Ruan Tong on the forehead.

The beautiful eyebrows and eyes slightly curved: "Let's go."

When I arrived at the international airport, I noticed a blond foreign man at a glance.

Si Chenmo stepped forward.

"Mr. Allen?"

Allen looked in front of him and said, "Yes, I am."

He held out his hand friendly.

Allen came here this time to make a preliminary diagnosis for the old man.

After the condition is confirmed, Si Chenmo's plan is to send the old man abroad for treatment.

It's not that I don't believe in domestic treatment.

But compared with the mainland, foreign medical equipment is a better choice.

Through brief encounters along the way.

Si Chenmo found that Allen was very humorous.

This will be of great help to the enlightenment of the patient.

In the ward, Qin Hailan stood by the bed.