My ex-husband thought I was obsessed with him [Rebirth]

Old man Mo was tired and lay on the bed, starting to inhale oxygen.

What Mo Shenghuan said before almost shattered the luck in his heart.

Really, for many years, I have never treated them badly in terms of food and drink. Are those two children really not familiar at all?

The double sleepiness of body and mind made Mr. Mo fall asleep for a long time. After an unknown period of time, a servant came and told Mr. Mo that Mr. Mo Shengkang brought his wife to visit.

Mr. Mo sighed, waved his hand, and let the two come in.

"Dad." Zhang Yun tried her best to hold up her smile, pretending to be the same as usual, "We're here to see you!"

"What's so interesting." Mr. Mo raised his eyelids, but he didn't look at the so-called flower in the hands of the two of them. For some reason, he was silently relieved.

"Didn't you just get out of the hospital?" Zhang Yun leaned forward, "I won't say anything about inheritance this time, don't be afraid."

Mr. Mo rolled his eyes unceremoniously.

Here, daughter-in-law, when will I learn to speak well.

"Ahem." Mo Shengkang suddenly lowered his head and coughed twice.

Zhang Yun's face changed slightly when he heard the reminder, but he still suppressed his guilty conscience.

"What's wrong with Shengkang? Have a cold?" Mr. Mo raised his eyes.

"It's okay, Dad." Mo Shengkang remained honest as usual, "This time, Zhang Yun specially asked someone to buy a gift to celebrate your discharge from the hospital."

Mr. Mo's heart sank, his face didn't show anything, but a little smile appeared on his face.

"what gift?"

Mo Shengkang didn't speak, but looked at Zhang Yun.

This is pushing it on your own head?

Zhang Yun cursed secretly in his heart, thinking that he had the previous recording as proof, so he let go.

"It's just a potted flower." Zhang Yun smiled reluctantly, "I don't know what kind, but I just think it looks good, so I bought it for Dad."

As soon as the words fell, the servant walked in carrying the flower pot, and took out the protective cover, and a pot of flowers with a strange shape was displayed in front of several people.

Mr. Mo stared straight at the flower, feeling that something persistent in his heart melted with blood.

Seeing Mr. Mo staring at the flower, Mo Shengkang moved his eyes, "Dad, do you like it?"

Mr. Mo moved his eyes and landed on Mo Shengkang, his eyes were silent, and he smiled calmly.

"I like it. How can you not like such a beautiful flower?"

"As long as Dad likes it." Zhang Yun moved to the side subconsciously. This flower is not good for people with heart disease, and I don't know if it will affect healthy people.

"The flowers are beautiful." Mr. Mo changed the topic, "But in my room, the curtains are often drawn, so it can't get any light. Why don't you move it to the garden, where you can spend more time in the sun."

Unexpectedly, the old man would say such a thing, Zhang Yun looked at Mo Shengkang a little helplessly, not knowing how to deal with it.

Mo Shengkang couldn't take his eyes off, with a sincere expression, "What a coincidence, this kind of flower can't be exposed to the sun, it likes shade."

Mr. Mo stared at his son and spoke slowly.

"you sure?"

"That's what the seller said." Mo Shengkang's expression didn't change, and he couldn't see any flaws.

"Okay, okay." Mr. Mo nodded and said "Okay" three times in a row.

Really my "good" son.

"I accept your wishes." Mr. Mo touched his forehead and closed his eyes, "I'm a little sleepy, do you want to stay for a meal?"

"No, no, no!" Zhang Yun was already guilty, but now she waved her hands again and again, "Dad, please rest, Sheng Kang and I will leave first!"

The two walked forward, and Mr. Mo ordered the servant to cover the flower with his back foot, and quickly moved out of the room.

Mr. Mo breathed in oxygen and called Secretary Li. After a while, Mr. Li brought someone over and stood in front of Mr. Mo with eyes full of respect.

"Sheng Huan...is right." Mr. Mo said in a bitter tone, "The flowers have already been delivered, let's deal with them according to your plan."

"Good master." Secretary Li nodded respectfully, "Mo will always bring this potted flower back for testing, and at the same time, in order to prevent Master Shengkang from becoming suspicious, he will send a similar one over, which is enough to confuse the other party."

"Okay." Mr. Mo was very depressed.

Let the person who brought him go to work, and feel that the old man is unwell.Secretary Li stood in front of the bed and asked in a low voice, "Master, are you okay?"

"I... am really a failed father." Mr. Mo felt bitter in his heart, "Of the four children, the eldest died young, the second always hated me, the third wanted to kill me, and the fourth was teased and hated secretly I.

The days when the whole family gathered at the dining table, talking and laughing, turned out to be fake, only Shanshan really loved me, but she also left. "

Secretary Li was silent for a moment, and comforted Mr. Mo, "Master, I dare not say anything about other young masters and misses, but Mr. Sheng Huan still misses you, and he will never want to harm you."

"He didn't think about me, but because of Shanshan's face, he reluctantly recognized me." The old man smiled sadly.

"In my life, it looks like I have a lot of children and grandchildren, but in fact... I have nothing."

"You... still have two grandchildren." Secretary Li didn't know how to comfort the old man, so he could only hope for the future, "It will be a pleasure for the two children to call you grandpa by your side."

"That's all... that's all I can hope for." Mr. Mo was exhausted, closed his eyes, and waved to Secretary Li.

Secretary Li bowed and left, helping the old man close the door.

Mr. Mo was lying on the bed, listening to the sound of the instrument in his ear, a line of turbid tears slowly flowed from the corner of his eyes.

×××

After school in the afternoon, An Nuo secretly picked up a courier at the school, looked around vigilantly, found no one was paying attention, and wanted to quickly open the box.

After removing a layer of tape, An Nuo found that there was another layer inside, and this layer was not easy to tear off, it was wrapped several times.

Because the nails were cut cleanly, and the Annuo buckle tape was fastened, it took a long time to buckle up a little, and when it was torn off, the hard work just now was wasted.

Just as An Nuo was taking a deep breath, a slender dagger was suddenly handed over from beside him. An Nuo happily took the dagger, poked the tape a few times, and the tape fell apart immediately.

This dagger is quite sharp!

An Nuo was about to open the express box when she suddenly realized something.

After being stunned for three seconds, An Nuo turned around slowly, and saw the tall man standing behind him, with a bit of curiosity in his black eyes, just waiting for him to open the box.

An Nuo felt and held the opened box.

"Husband, hehe." An Nuo smiled twice, flipped the dagger skillfully between her fingers, pointed the hilt at Mo Shenghuan, and was about to return it.

Mo Shenghuan took the dagger, casually touched the cuff, and the slender dagger disappeared.

Mo Shenghuan moved so fast that An Nuo couldn't see clearly, so he could only hide the box behind his back and distract the conversation.

"Husband, why do you carry a dagger with you?"

"Safety." Mo Shenghuan helped An Nuo unload her schoolbag, skillfully carried it on one shoulder, and then tried to take the express box from An Nuo's hand, but An Nuo refused.

"It's very light inside, I'll just hold it!" An Nuo tried to hide the contents of the box with a serious face.

Mo Shenghuan didn't insist, and walked out of the campus holding An Nuo's hand.

"Did Mo Shengkang send flowers to Dad on time?" An Nuo was thinking about business.

"Yes." Mo Shenghuan responded calmly.

"The flowers were sent for inspection, did the inspection find any problems?" An Nuo raised her eyes curiously.

"No problem." Mo Shenghuan looked normal.

"What?" An Nuo suspected that he had heard it wrong, "No problem, how is it possible?"

Mo Shenghuan turned his face sideways, raised his hand and tapped the tip of An Nuo's nose.

"The flowers are fine, the soil is."

"What's wrong with the soil?" An Nuo looked puzzled.

Mo Shenghuan took out his mobile phone with one hand, opened the inspection report page, and handed it to An Nuo.

An Nuo looked at the screen of the phone, on which was the soil inspection report.

In the soil of the flower pot that Mo Shengkang gave to Mr. Mo, there is a thing called "Schizophyllum".

This fungus is so tenacious that even if it has been dry for 50 years, it can still release spores as long as it is soaked.

Once a person inhales too much schizophyllum spores, it can cause lung infection and develop into various lung diseases.

For patients with heart failure, the most common cause is infection, especially lung infection, which is simply poisoning the right disease!

An Nuo couldn't help being surprised.

Who would have thought that there is nothing wrong with the flowers themselves!

An Nuo can almost imagine that if he insists on the flower issue and fights with Mo Shengkang, when the result comes out, he will naturally suffer!

Who would have thought that there was something wrong with the soil!

Mo Shengkang didn't even tell the truth to his wife!

An Nuo couldn't help but gasped, realizing that she was still thinking too little about Mo Shengkang.

Fortunately, my uncle stepped in and asked Mr. Mo to give him full authority over the matter. After careful inspection of everything, he found that the problem was in the soil.

But according to this, when Mo Shengkang met Mr. Mo in the afternoon, he was right. This potted flower likes dark places.

The more damp the place, the easier it is for fungi to grow.

"It's terrible." An Nuo couldn't help but be speechless.

"The imitation has already been put back." Mo Shenghuan was still indifferent, leading An Nuo to walk across the zebra crossing and cross the intersection.

An Nuo raised his eyes to look at Mo Shenghuan, and found that he didn't feel anything about this matter. Also, in the eyes of the controller, he had never seen any scheming.

The assassination activities he himself encountered may not be a thousand, but there may be eight hundred. He may be familiar with all kinds of poisoning and surprise attacks, just like visiting relatives.

I am still that one-thousandth.

An Nuo somehow felt a little bit uncomfortable for Mo Shenghuan, but after thinking about it, it was the assassination that sent her to him.

At this time, it's really not good to judge good or bad.

According to Mo Shengkang's words, making Mr. Mo sick with this potted flower is only the first step. An Nuo doesn't know why, and is still looking forward to his next method.

"Husband, what do you think Mo Shengkang wants to do next after he made the old man fall ill?" An Nuo looked up and asked his uncle curiously.

The two walked into the community, Mo Shenghuan silently bent his fingers, and pressed the elevator button with his knuckles.

In the space waiting for the elevator, several residents just got off work, standing behind the two of them waiting for the elevator together, An Nuo shut up and kept silent in front of outsiders.

When the elevator came down, An Nuo and Mo Shenghuan were the first to go in. Mo Shenghuan touched the floor with his knuckles and stood in front of An Nuo.

A few residents also came in, but everyone was unfamiliar and kept silent.

An Nuo has been holding the box in his hand. I don’t know if it’s a problem with the cub. Recently, his hands and feet are a little inflexible, often numb, and slightly swollen. An Nuo wanted to use another hand to hold the box, but it was unstable and the box fell to the ground. .

The resident in front turned around curiously when he heard the voice. An Nuo lowered his head and looked at the half-open box, where a pair of fluffy hair clips with funny cat ears slowly fell out.

There was silence in the elevator.

An Nuo's whole body was stiff. This was something Dr. Moyes bought online after he said that he could role play.

I never thought that I would meet it in such a deadly way.

This is the rhythm of escaping from the earth tomorrow.

An Nuo didn't dare to look up, the next moment, An Nuo saw Mo Shenghuan bent down, naturally turned over the delivery box, put the cat ears in it, then got up, hugged the delivery box, and looked indifferently at the strange eyes of other residents in the elevator .