President, Madam is the Bai Yueguang you are looking for!

Liu Mo wanted to say something more, opened her mouth and then gave up.

Since Mo Yutong was pregnant, their marriage was imminent and invitations were sent to everyone.

This caught the people who had stood in line off guard.

What kind of bet is this? The Gu family has directly chased the daughter of the Mo family. Who doesn't know that Mo Yuanlong's most precious daughter is this daughter.

After the invitations were sent out, the number of people coming to visit the Gu family was several times greater than before.

Xie Ke, who was not popular with others before, has been attending some places frequently recently.

The engagement party between the two was scheduled for a week later. Despite Mo Yuanlong's obstruction, Mo Yutong followed Gu Ziheng and appeared in various places to support him.

Wang Mo'er has been studying ancient prescriptions without sleep and food these days. While bringing in the prescriptions, he also checks Mu Yixing's pulse and acupuncture every day, hoping to find out what's wrong with his body.

Mu Yixing's legs were covered with silver needles, while Wang Moer frowned and took his pulse.

"Your pulse looks completely normal, why do you only have two years to live?"

"Which doctor made the judgment before? Give me his phone number and I will communicate with him."

Mu Yixing lay on the bed, looking at Wang Moer with a serious face, and felt warm in his heart.

In the past few days, he thought Momo was just looking for that ancient prescription, but he didn't expect that she was still looking for a cure for him.

"Momo, let me tell you something, don't be angry."

Wang Moer was fully focused on his illness at this time, constantly comparing various cases in her mind, and only replied casually: "You tell me."

"Actually, I'm not sick. All the rumors are spreading outside." After taking a look at Wang Mo'er's reaction, Mu Yixing continued: "Except for the fact that there is something wrong with my legs, the rumor that I can live for two years was the one who spread it."

Wang Mo'er was still thinking about the case a second ago, but when Mu Yixing said this, she was suddenly brought back to reality.

"What did you say?"

What did she hear just now, what rumor?

Every time she was immersed in thinking about the case, her ears seemed to automatically block the sound, and she could not hear anything other people said.

Looking at Wang Moer who had come back to his senses, Mu Yixing said what he just said again.

These rumors were originally used to deceive other people in the Mu Group.

Of course, Mu Yixing also had selfish motives. At that time, he also hoped that if Xiaoxiao could hear the news, she could appear in front of him. After all, he was about to die, and he would make any unreasonable demands at that time...

Wang Moer finally reacted this time.

"Why are you spreading such rumors? Is someone from the Mu family trying to harm you?" Wang Moer suddenly felt relieved when he heard that Mu Yixing didn't only have two years to live.

They still have a long time to stay together.

Mu Yixing nodded: "Yes, so Momo can't tell others about this."

After Wang Moer pulled out all the silver needles stuck in Mu Yixing's leg, she threw herself into Mu Yixing's arms.

Warm tears soaked Mu Yixing's clothes.

Caressing Wang Moer's head, Mu Yixing comforted her: "What's wrong? Isn't this a good thing? Why are you still crying?"

Wang Moer cried for a long time, and her eyelids were swollen when she raised her head.

"Fortunately it's not true."

She never dared to think about what she would do if Mu Yixing really left two years later.

I lose sleep every time I think about this.

Mu Yixing stretched out his hand to wipe away Wang Moer's tears. Of course he would always be with her, even if he died.

"Ding." A prompt sounded from the phone.

Wang Moer got up from Mu Yixing's arms and turned on her phone to check the messages.

It was a message from Zhou Fenglan. She had been released from prison.

He glanced at the information on his phone to Mu Yixing: "Zhou Fenglan is out of prison and has invited me to dinner."

"Momo, are you going over now?"

Wang Mo'er nodded. It's not easy for Zhou Fenglan. If possible, Wang Mo'er would be willing to help her.

"It's around here. I'll be back after eating."

Mu Yixing stood up and put on his coat: "I'll take you there and wait for you in the car."

Wang Moer was curious: "Why don't we go in together."

Mu Yixing pinched Wang Moer's face.

"I don't want to see anyone else, and I can't bear to be separated from you."

After sending Wang Moer to the door of the hotel, Mu Yixing sat in the car, turned on his mobile phone and continued working.

Wang Moer saw Zhou Fenglan as soon as she walked into the hotel.

My previously long hair has turned into short hair, but my energy is much better than before.

Zhou Fenglan also saw Wang Moer and waved to her.

After sitting down, Wang Moer praised Zhou Fenglan: "Short hair suits you. You look much more capable."

Zhou Fenglan was a little embarrassed.

One of the reasons I had long hair before was that scars often appeared on my neck, and long hair was easier to cover.

She also feels that short hair suits her better.

"Mo'er, I'm very grateful to you for rescuing me from prison, but..."

Zhou Fenglan bit her lip and continued: "Can you rescue him too?"

She didn't want to be ungrateful.

Wang Mo'er really didn't expect that she had been abused like that, so why would she want to save him? Could she save him and continue to torture her?

Wang Mo'er hates the fact that iron cannot become steel. This girl has been too badly PUAd.

"Why did you save him? Haven't you repaid your kindness after all these years?"

"Repaying gratitude is not just about following him, but leading him on the right track is also a way of repaying gratitude."

Zhou Fenglan looked down at the ground and spoke hesitantly.

"I, I know, but he gave me my life, and I should repay him."

After meeting him, all the paths she took were all arranged by him. Without him, she would not be where she is now.

Isn’t it said that cultivating kindness is better than generating kindness?

Wang Mo'er looked at Zhou Fenglan, who had a low eyebrow in front of her and didn't know what to say.

She was like a robot, without a thought of her own, and she racked her brains just to repay him.

"Have you ever thought about finding a psychiatrist?"

Zhou Fenglan raised her head and looked at Wang Moer doubtfully.

"What are you looking for a psychiatrist for?"

I can eat and drink, and I should have no mental problems.

But Wang Moer doesn't think so.

"What are you going to do next?"

Zhou Fenglan thought for a while and replied: "I don't know. I'll make money and wait for him to come out."

"Then what?" He didn't have any plans for himself.

"Then, go ahead and repay him."

Wang Moer sighed deeply.

"Talk to a psychiatrist, it might be good for you."

Zhou Fenglan came here today firstly to thank Wang Moer, and secondly to ask Wang Moer to think of a way to rescue Zhang Wenbin.

But he didn't expect Wang Moer to ask himself to see a doctor.

Is there really something wrong with my psychology?

Wang Moer took a few simple bites, while Zhou Fenglan was distracted the whole time and didn't know what she was thinking, and she didn't say anything.

This time Wang Moer was about to pay the bill but was stopped by Zhou Fenglan.

"You paid the bill last time, I'll do it this time."

After eating, the two walked to the door, said goodbye, and Zhou Fenglan turned and left.

At the door of a nearby bar, Mu Rifan took a dizzy woman, put her into the back seat of the car, fastened her seat belt and drove away.

Wang Moer saw Mu Rifan, but he didn't want to meddle in other people's business. It was his business who he brought with him.

Watching the car drive past, Wang Moer glanced at the woman in the back seat of the car, and her pupils suddenly shrank.