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Chapter 287 Bin is not humble
"Advanced gastric cancer? How is it possible! She has always been healthy! How could she have such a disease!"

An Zhe yelled at the doctor like crazy, everyone told him to calm down, but he couldn't listen to a word.

He guarded Yang Mo all night, and she didn't wake up until noon.

Still a little dazed seeing him and the unfamiliar environment, An Zhe was startled awake by her movement, and stared at her with bloodshot eyes.

Looking at her face, which had always been calm and as calm as a dead person, I told her in my heart that she wanted to say comforting words, but instead she said: "You are going to die, do you think you are going to die?" What else can you take from me?”

Yang Mo's heart was startled, sourness surged up, and his appetite began to throb a little again.

"Get a divorce now, now! Right now!"

An Zhe grabbed her by the neck at once. Seeing that he was still unwilling to give in and bowed his head like this, he became angry: "Divorce! Impossible! Even if you die, you can only be tortured to death by me!"

Yang Mo closed his eyes, and the muscles on his face became seriously ill, without any emotional change: "Where is Qingliu? Do you want it?"

"I love money more!" An Zhe let go of her with a purple face: "A press conference, you said, you are dying, so you seem to marry your good friend Qingliu to me."

"If you say that, I will give you equity."

Yang Mo looked at him, no matter how painful his stomach was, it was not as painful as the pain in his heart at the moment.

He would rather give up the equity, but also give Qingliu a good identity.

"Okay, I promise you."

At the press conference, Yang Mo slowly appeared in a wheelchair. On the screen, most of the senior management of An's Group recognized her.

According to the rumors, Yang Mo, the president's secretary, entered the An's Group through the back door through an improper relationship.

Now they know that they only entered their own company.

Seeing this news, Qingliu gritted her gums in anger.

Although this can clear her identity as the mistress, as long as Yang Mo doesn't die, she won't be able to marry An Zhe.

What's more, she was still alive and well yesterday, how could she be sick today.

How could a healthy person disappear all of a sudden!
She is shorting her own way!

impossible!absolute!impossible!

After the press conference was over, they drove back home. There were a lot of reporters outside. An Zhe got out of the car and walked into the lobby with Yang Mo in his arms.

Sitting in the lobby, Qingliu saw them coming back, with a worried face and a virtuous face: "Zhe, what's wrong with Sister Mo'er? Why did you suddenly get sick?"

Yang Mo's complexion was not good, he ignored Qingliu and went directly to the room.

Put the person on the bed, pulled the quilt, a little irritated: "You should listen to the doctor, chemotherapy."

"Afraid I'm going to die?" Yang Mo chuckled, "Don't worry, I'll drag you all to hell together."

"I don't know what to do!" An Zhe turned around angrily and wanted to leave.

Yang Mo held his hand weakly, his voice was a little weak: "I'm dying, you stay with me. I'll give you money..."

Originally, the previous words made An Zhe's heart flutter, but the latter sentence made him break his defense directly, turning his head and roaring: "I'm not a cowboy!"

"It's husband!" Yang Mo didn't know what he meant, he was just talking casually, and he didn't have any hope when he closed it.Seeing that he was so impatient, he also got angry and corrected him with righteous words.

"If your wife is sick, you have the entire responsibility! And I am the one who is sick! You can't escape! Anzhe! You owe me!"

Anzhe threw her hand away, pulled off his tie, walked a few steps, cursed "damn it," and went to bed.

Yang Mo was only talking about it at first, but he didn't expect him to come up.Subconsciously pulled some distance away from him, moved his hands on his head, and said mockingly: "You are still the same as before, unable to withstand the temptation. You said Ai Qingliu in your mouth, turned around and climbed into my bed .” With a sneer: “Dog man.”

"Don't push yourself too hard! Yang Mo!" An Zhe's head was also injured by Yang Mo. He was physically and mentally exhausted from being disturbed by her in the past two days, and he really didn't have the usual energy to argue with her.

"Bitch man." Yang Mo muttered and cursed, feeling resentful in his heart. She used to love her to death, but maybe now she is dying, so she doesn't care too much.

These words come as soon as you open your mouth.

"You said that Qingliu has a problem, okay, I'll check. If she has no problem, what about you?" An Zhe moved, turned his back and spoke.

"I'm going to die, what can I do? You love her, what does it have to do with me if you don't check it? It's not that I married her. No matter whether she has any problems, I will kill you all." Yang Mo hated and felt uncomfortable. After that, he still believed in Qingliu.

But back then, he directly put him in prison and pulled him out to marry him and bring him home to torture him.

Even if she is innocent now, he didn't believe her.

"You're too hostile..." An Zhe wanted to say that she was being too aggressive, but in the middle of speaking, he remembered the above and stopped: "You still owe me 40 minutes of chatting time. You took a shower yesterday, it's useless."

Yang Mo was in a daze, and said, "You are the boss, what are you talking about?"

"Let's talk about what kind of person you are. We don't have much time. If you're dead, I'll put up a monument for you." An Zhe thought for a while, then changed the subject and said something casually.

"Murderer." Yang Mo said three words succinctly, and they were also the three words An Zhe said most to her.

"Yang Mo!" An Zhe was a little annoyed, and scolded: "I've already paid, can you stop using my money to anger me?"

"Idiot." Yang Mo rolled his eyes, how could he know someone and want to say it out of his own mouth?
An Zhe obviously also noticed this problem, and changed the subject: "Qingliu, I want to chat for free."

"Are you tortured to be so shameless?" Yang Mo was shocked, and chatting with rivals for free?
However, think about the direction.

free!Isn't it worthless?

"Women wear watches." She said it without hesitation, then closed her eyes, waiting for Anzhe to get angry.

Who knew that An Zhe didn't realize what it meant at the first time, nodded, and asked while thinking about the above meaning, "Is there anything else?"

Yang Mo sat up and stared at him, but couldn't say a word for a long time, and finally changed the subject: "Let's go on a date."

"Didn't you say you want to sleep?" An Zhe couldn't keep up with her thoughts, so he pressed his temples: "I have to go to the office later..."

"But, I'm going to die." Yang Mocai didn't care whether he wanted to go to the company or not, and in the end he could hold him back every day. The An family has no leader, and sooner or later there will be chaos.

With that said, Yang Mo went to change his clothes.

An Zhe glanced at it, fell directly on the bed, covered his head: "I'm going to go by myself."

"An Zhe!" Yang Mo turned around, with a hint of threat on his calm face.

living room.

Qingliu was sitting on the sofa looking at a string of positive comments about Yang Mo on the Internet, and was so angry that he opened a trumpet and cursed.

Hearing the sound, he turned his head and saw two people dressed gorgeously. Obviously, they were about to go out. They couldn't help but stepped forward and asked An Zhe pitifully, "Zhe... you? This is it?"

"She's not in good health, I'll go out with her for a walk." An Zhe replied, his eyes fell on the computer laptop on the sofa.

"Sister Mo'er isn't feeling better yet? Why don't I come and accompany Sister Mo'er? We girls have endless topics to talk about." Qingliu looked at An Zhe cautiously, her eyes filled with anticipation.

(End of this chapter)