Entering the wrong room, I became pregnant with the twins of the richest man

I once set a record of staying in the company for three consecutive days, working overtime, and squinting on the sofa for a while when I was tired.

To have Si Moli rest in the hospital for a month would be worse than killing him.

He can't stay idle.

What's more, many matters of the Si Group are waiting for him to handle. Even if Sheng Junzhi has full authority, he can only be an agent.

Si Moli wanted to personally investigate.

Sheng Junzhi muttered: "You wished you could stay in the hospital for a year..."

Because, before he lost his memory, Si Moli really enjoyed the two-person world in the hospital with Song Nianhe.

He didn't want to go back to the company at all, so he would put it off as long as he could, and he would just let go of some official matters.

Even in meetings and video conferences, Si Moli would log off immediately after finishing speaking, without delaying even a second.

He is in the hospital, carefree and happy as a god.

Don't worry about anything every day. Song Nianhe stays by your side, taking care of him, chatting with him, walking with him, and eating three meals a day.

This was simply the life that Si Moli had dreamed of.

At that time, Si Moli didn't even mention the matter of being discharged from hospital.

He wished he could stay a little longer.

What now?

Feng Shui turns.

Si Moli, who had forgotten Song Nianhe, became the workaholic he used to be.

All he wanted to do was return to the company, sit in the president's office, and strategize.

Let alone a month, he felt uncomfortable even if he was allowed to stay for one more day.

People...

You still need to have a partner and someone to care about, instead of just working and living like a machine.

"Ok?"

Si Moli didn't hear what he was saying clearly.

"No," Sheng Juanzhi replied, "You have to stay even if you can't help it. This is all for the sake of your health. Recuperate for a month so as not to suffer any root causes or sequelae."

"I will recuperate, just not in the hospital."

"You have to be hospitalized," Sheng Junzhi said. "You can't even walk without breathing even a few steps now."

"You don't have to walk at work."

Sheng Junzhi couldn't say enough about him.

Si Moli asked back: "I know that I was in a car accident and suffered only external and internal injuries. There are no other problems. What should I take care of? At most, I will just recuperate from my injuries."

"You also had organ transplantation..."

Sheng Junzhi was about to talk about liver transplantation and donation. When the words came to his lips, he immediately realized something and covered his mouth.

Si Moli raised his eyebrows: "Why didn't you say anything?"

"I, I can't stop you, of course someone can." Sheng Junzhi said, "Look at your old man and Aunt Lin, will they agree with your nonsense?"

Si Moli frowned.

This was a difficult question, and he had not considered it.

But Sheng Juanzhi had already left.

Si Moli lay back on the hospital bed without saying a word, looking down at the injuries on his body.

He didn't think it was anything. He woke up and didn't notice any discomfort. At most, the wound would hurt. This was a normal phenomenon.

but……

He remembered the scene where he had a headache.

Why do you have a headache?

Oh, yes, a slight concussion.

It's okay. He shouldn't exercise strenuously. He will recover after resting.

Hearing footsteps outside the ward door, Song Nianhe immediately stood up straight and hid aside, his heart pounding.

She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that the person walking out was Sheng Juanzhi.

The two people looked at each other, communicated silently with their eyes, and walked to the end of the corridor in tacit understanding.

"Have you heard everything?" Sheng Junzhi asked, "I have tried my best to find out everything I can."