After the divorce, the rich and powerful became obedient

He avoided the support of Huo Nuan and Liang Cuihua, and walked towards the hospital bed by himself.

After lying back on the bed, Mu Xizhou issued an order to evict Huo Nuan and Liang Cuihua: "Let's go."

Huo Nuan is Mrs. Huo's old daughter. She is a noble daughter. She has always been favored by others, so Mu Xizhou doesn't take her seriously.

Faced with Mu Xizhou's sarcastic remarks, of course she would not stay brazen.

She greeted Liang Cuihua almost after Mu Xizhou finished speaking, and said, "I'm busy there too, let's go."

After Huo Nuan left, Mu Xizhou pinched his temple with a headache, and said to Liang Cuihua, "Is there anything else?"

Liang Cuihua offended Zhan Nansheng on the day of Mu Xizhou's surgery, and was kicked out of the Mu mansion by Mrs. Mu. She was cut off from her financial resources recently, and her hands were a little tight.

She has sold several pieces of jewelry, but she has always spent money lavishly, and as the end of the year approaches, she needs more money.

So, she wanted to ask Mu Xizhou for money.

However, Mu Xizhou's attitude was too cold, and she wanted to take care of her face, but it was too late to say this.

Knowing mother Mo Ruozi, Mu Xizhou knew what kind of thoughts she was holding back when she saw her appearance.

He closed his eyes as if exhausted, and said coldly, "How much do you want?"

When the sound fell, Liang Cuihua's face was overjoyed. She didn't expect that the son who kept denying her mother still had her mother in his heart.

She was happy in her heart, with a gentle smile on her face, and said: "...just respond to emergencies first, you can see and give it."

Mu Xizhou's thin lips hooked slightly, and he pulled his lips sarcastically: "It's not easy for you to conceive and give birth to me in October. How much do you think it's worth?"

As soon as these words came out, Liang Cuihua's smile froze at the corner of his mouth.

Mu Xizhou's words continued:
"I thought you really wanted to care about me, but it turned out that you came to ask me for money on the grounds of caring about me."

After a pause, he sneered,
"Aren't you pregnant? It stands to reason that Mu Zhenfeng dreamed of wanting a son again. Shouldn't he be supporting you? Or is it that he found out about your adultery with the second room, and now he doesn't admit that you have a son?" The seed belongs to him, so you have no way to please both sides and finally thought of going to my son?"

Mu Xizhou's words hit the nail on the head, explaining Liang Cuihua's situation right away.

Liang Cuihua was so embarrassed by what she said, she turned pale with anger.

In fact, it really is.

Because of Mrs. Mu's intervention, Mu Zhenfeng found out that Liang Cuihua had an affair with the second room, so Mu Zhenfeng refused to admit that the child in Liang Cuihua's stomach was his own. Similarly, the second room was just playing with Liang Cuihua, and now there is a commotion. Of course, when the matter is settled, I will accept it and immediately break up with Liang Cuihua.

Therefore, Liang Cuihua has no other way out now, so he can only ask his son for money.

After Liang Cuihua left in anger, Jianghuai invited Tang Jinxing over.

After Tang Jin entered the door, he saw the messy ward smashed by Mu Xizhou and Mu Xizhou leaning on the bed with a pale face, the veins on his forehead were tense.

He took two assistant doctors, walked in front of him in a few steps, and quickly treated his open wound.

After treating the wound and re-infusing Mu Xizhou with fluid, Tang Jinxing pronounced the sentence to Mu Xizhou with a cold face:

"If you continue to toss, you will become a dead body, and I will not care about you anymore."

He dropped this sentence and led the people away.

After that, Jiang Huai sent someone to quickly clean the entire ward again.

After the whole ward was restored to its original cleanliness, Mu Xizhou drove him out.

He sat on the pillow behind him for a whole afternoon by himself, and as time went by, his face became more and more ugly.

When he waited until the evening without waiting for any text messages or phone calls from Zhan Nansheng, his face had already been covered with a layer of gloomy frost, and his whole body was filled with a gloomy and lingering chill.

Even when Mrs. Mu came to visit him, he didn't give him a good face.

After Mrs. Mu left, it was completely dark outside.

Mu Xizhou withdrew his eyes from the window in the dim night, and his eyes fell on the deformed mobile phone screen that was almost pinched by him.

Finally, unable to bear it any longer, she dug out Zhan Nansheng's number in the phone's address book and dialed it.

The phone rang for a few seconds before it was connected.

Before he could say anything, there was a mocking voice from the man on the other end of the phone: "Yo, are you still alive? I thought you were dead!"

Hearing this, Mu Xizhou's anger that had been entangled in his chest all afternoon and had nowhere to vent reached Tianling Gai at once. He was burning with anger, and said, "Chu Muchen!"

With a half-burned cigarette in his hand, Chu Muchen leaned against the glazed sink behind him, and his eyes fell on a charming woman.

She was walking towards him in eighty-nine high-heeled shoes, holding a long skirt and an evening gown, but her steps were unsteady, probably because she drank a lot during the previous entertainment.

Chu Muchen narrowed his eyes at this moment, and said lazily and wickedly, "Why are you calling your grandfather?"

Mu Xizhou was so angry that he was about to jump up from the hospital bed. His whole face seemed to be dripping with blood when he was so excited.

He took a deep breath, and said calmly, "Where's Shengsheng?"

Chu Muchen dusted off the cigarette ash, pulled his lips and smiled lightly: "You called Shengsheng too?"

After finishing speaking, he cut off Mu Xizhou's phone, put the phone back into Zhan Nansheng's handbag, and walked towards the direction Zhan Nansheng came from.

The organizer of the opening ceremony of "National Drama Ceremony" held a dinner party, and all the guests were invited, including big names in the industry, well-known directors and entertainers.

Zhan Nansheng has only debuted for more than a year. Although she has good acting skills and a high starting point, she is still a newcomer in this circle.

Every profession has its own rules. As a newcomer, Zhan Nansheng would at least say hello to seniors or directors with a good reputation.

After coming and going, I drank a lot.

Her capacity for alcohol was also slowly practiced after the accident in Dazhan Changsheng, but her capacity for alcohol was actually not that deep.

She knew that she drank a little too much, so she stopped the loss in time and slipped out from the banquet hall.

When she walked in front of him completely, Chu Muchen pinched his cigarette butt, looked down at her little face with flushed cheeks, narrowed his eyes deeply, and said in a low voice, "Uncomfortable?"

Zhan Nansheng nodded, "A little bit." As he spoke, he raised his head to Mu Xizhou, "What about me?"

While speaking, Chu Muchen put her handbag around her neck, and said calmly:
"Mu Xizhou called you earlier, and I answered it for you."

Zhan Nansheng snorted, and said indifferently, "What is he looking for from me?"

"What else can I do? Probably because I'm afraid that you will green him!"

Zhan Nansheng walked in high heels all afternoon, and his feet hurt.

She took off her high heels, and when she stepped on the carpet with bare feet, Chu Muchen pinched her waist and lifted her up to his shoes, saying:
"I don't know who has ruined the carpet in the hotel. If you are not afraid of getting an infectious disease, just stand up for me and I will ask someone to bring you a pair of flat shoes."

The distance suddenly shortened, and Zhan Nansheng could clearly feel the burning temperature from Chu Muchen's body.

She was startled for a moment, and when she was about to get off Chu Muchen's shoes, her back tightened again, and Chu Muchen pinned her against the wall behind her.

There was an evil smile on the corner of his lips, and he bowed his head and approached, with a low and bewitching tone, "It smells so good, huh? What brand of perfume did you wear?"