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

An Nuo swallowed the "meow" in her throat, and just as her hands left her lips, her chin was gently scratched by Mo Shenghuan.

Itchy.

An Nuo lowered his head and tried to bite. The man's slender and flexible fingers escaped the boy's lips and teeth. His fingertips were slightly pink and touched the tip of An Nuo's nose.

"Hide it." An Nuo's eyes fell on the bedside table, a little embarrassed, "What if Aunt Yang finds out?"

"I'll let her, don't clean this." Mo Shenghuan lightly scratched the bridge of An Nuo's nose with his knuckles.

"Don't you want to cover it up?" An Nuo's eyes were full of helplessness.

"Even if you find out, so what?" Mo Shenghuan hugged his cat and covered the quilt, "We are husband and wife."

An Nuo was thin-skinned and hid in Mo Shenghuan's arms. After thinking for a while, she pretended to raise her eyes viciously, "If Aunt Yang finds out, I'll tell Aunt Yang that it belongs to you!"

"It's mine." Mo Shenghuan bowed his head and kissed the young man's forehead.

The replacement flower pot was placed in the old man's bedroom for half a month. During the period, as expected by Mo Shenghuan, Mo Shengkang visited again and asked about the condition of old man Mo by checking whether the flower pot was still there.

According to the situation simulated by a professional doctor, under the normal watering frequency, the Schizophyllum spores in those flower pots will have an outbreak in half a month. It didn't take long for the news that Mr. Mo had another heart attack due to a lung infection.

The illness was not fatal, but it also made Mr. Mo lie on the bed weakly, looking like he had his last breath left.

An Nuo and Mo Shenghuan went to visit the old man. The old man Mo is really an actor-level figure. In order to pretend to be sick, he didn't eat well for nearly half a month. He was very thin, with high cheekbones on his face. There is no way to suspect that he is faking illness.

I have to say that the old man is a ruthless man.

An Nuo thought, maybe it's not just for pretending to be sick, Mr. Mo may have really lost confidence in Mo Shengkang, he was so thin because of his grief and anger, he couldn't eat.

But if the old man doesn't speak, who can guess his thoughts.

An Nuo and Mo Shenghuan haven't left yet, Mo Shengkang and Zhang Yun also rushed over to visit Mr. Mo, Zhang Yun has also lost a lot of weight these days, and the clothes he used to wear look a bit lenient, but Mo Sheng Kang, the expression is the same as before.

Seeing the old man's current appearance, Mo Shengkang's eyes were full of concern, "Dad, you're fine, what's wrong with you?"

An Nuo remained calm, but he was really a filial son.

"Master Shengkang, the master had a heart attack due to a lung infection." The doctor explained clearly.

"Lung infection?" Mo Shengkang was thinking, "Dad, did you catch a cold before?"

Mr. Mo looked at Mo Shengkang, who spoke earnestly and cared about himself, wearing an oxygen mask, unable to speak a word.

"Don't get so close!" Zhang Yun tugged at her husband, a little afraid that he would see that the old man was pretending to be sick, "If you get so close, Dad will definitely feel uncomfortable."

Mo Shengkang glanced at his wife helplessly, smiled embarrassedly at Mo Shenghuan and An Nuo, and moved away from the hospital bed.

He still looks like a henpecked and honest man, no one can offend him.

An Nuo was extremely calm at the moment.

"Doctor, dad is like this, when will he get better?" Mo Shengkang looked at the doctor with a serious expression.

"Master needs to continue to receive treatment. As for when it will be good, I can't give you the exact time." The doctor replied.

"Then is there anything that needs attention?" Mo Shengkang was very concerned.

"During this period, the master needs to relax, eat low-salt and low-fat, and pay attention to lung care." The doctor responded in detail.

An Nuo stood aside, watching Mo Shengkang's acting. The doctor is an uncle's. It can be said that Mo Shengkang is the only person in this room who doesn't know that Mr. Mo is pretending to be sick.

"Second brother." Mo Shengkang looked up at Mo Shenghuan, speaking sincerely, "Now you are the head of the Mo family, and I don't know what I can do for Dad."

"Then don't do it." Mo Shenghuan said indifferently.

Mo Shengkang was a little embarrassed. He glanced at Mr. Mo, as if he was redressing his grievances.

Mr. Mo closed his eyes and said nothing.

"Then I can only go home." Mo Shengkang smiled wryly, "Second brother, please listen to the doctor and take care of dad."

Mo Shenghuan didn't answer, and he didn't even raise his eyelids.

Mo Shengkang's smile became more bitter, and after bowing to Mr. Mo, he led Zhang Yun and left silently.

Looking at Mo Shengkang's haggard back, An Nuo couldn't help frowning, because there was no outsider here, otherwise, he would have thought that Mo Shenghuan had bullied him so badly.

The play needs to be a complete set, Mo Shenghuan will arrange it, and everything will follow the doctor's orders.

Back home with Mo Shenghuan, An Nuo didn't even think about what Mo Shengkang wanted to do, and Zhang Yun couldn't get any information from Zhang Yun's side. No matter how Zhang Yun asked, Mo Shengkang's mouth was strict. Can't pry it open.

An Nuo rubbed her stomach uneasy, for some reason, she always felt that there was something that she didn't seem to notice.

Pregnant women can't catch cold, and it's already autumn at the end of the month. An Nuo wears an extra layer to keep warm. Even so, when she goes to bed at night, she still feels a little restless.

Mo Shenghuan hugged An Nuo and patted An Nuo's back lightly to calm the boy's emotions. He would not close his eyes until An Nuo fell asleep.

This situation lasted for two days. On the afternoon of the third day, when An Nuo was eating, he felt a little pain in his stomach. He thought it was growing pains, so he didn't care about it until he took a sip of the soup, and An Nuo suddenly noticed something was wrong.

"This soup...how is it different from before?"

"Different?" Aunt Yang was beside her, took a sip of the soup with a spoon, savored it for a while, but couldn't tell.

Mo Shenghuan also picked up the spoon and lowered his head to take a sip.

"Is there a difference?" An Nuo looked at the two people in front of him, not knowing how to describe the difference in taste.An Nuo has been eating dishes from Mo's private kitchen with her uncle and Aunt Yang. Although the chefs have a lot of dishes, it is inevitable that there will be repetitions.

Just like this soup, An Nuo has drank it three times in the past year. The taste of the first two times is almost exactly the same, but this time, it is really different.

But An Nuo couldn't tell what was different.

"Call the delivery person today." Mo Shenghuan put down the spoon, told Aunt Yang, turned to look at An Nuo, and quickly dialed the doctor's number.

"My stomach hurt just now." An Nuo was a little taken aback, "It doesn't hurt anymore now."

Mo Shenghuan got up immediately, took An Nuo's clothes, put a hat on An Nuo, put a scarf on her, wrapped her coat in his coat, picked An Nuo up without saying a word, and ran outside.

The stomach hurts again, An Nuo feels it carefully, it seems that it's not the pain in the cub's part, but the real stomach pain.

All the way to the hospital, An Nuo couldn't take it anymore, left Mo Shenghuan and went straight to the toilet, and only came out to wash his hands comfortably after using the toilet.

Looking at the pale Mo Shenghuan, An Nuo scratched her head, a little embarrassed.

"I, I seem to feel wrong, it's not the stomachache, it's fine now."

Seeing his uncle's silent eyes, An Nuo bowed his head guilty, "Then... shall we go home?"

"Examination." Mo Shenghuan cautiously shook his head, and led An Nuo to find the doctor.

After listening to An Nuo's embarrassing description, the doctor frowned after a careful examination.

"Have you eaten something cold recently?"

An Nuo immediately shook his head, everyone was very vigilant about food, even the food sent by Mo's private kitchen, some uncertain food, had been consulted with a doctor.

"But your abdominal pain and diarrhea just now are due to eating cold food, but it seems that the symptoms are not serious. Go back and cook some ginger soup, rest more, and keep warm." The doctor carefully told.

"If you don't pay attention and continue, you may experience nausea, vomiting and frequent diarrhea, which will most likely lead to miscarriage."

An Nuo was taken aback, and subconsciously touched her stomach.

"But I didn't eat..."

Thinking of the soup that had changed taste, An Nuo paused and looked at Mo Shenghuan.

Uncle's face was heavy, and he seemed to have thought of it too.

When Mo Shenghuan and An Nuo returned to the Daping floor, the cook who delivered the meal stood there tremblingly, "Mo, Mr. Mo, is there any problem with the meal?"

Mo Shenghuan remained silent, quickly took out the ginger from the refrigerator, washed it, sliced ​​it and made ginger soup.

An Nuo sat on the side, looked at the kitchen helper, and pointed to the soup on the table with a sullen complexion.

"Come and taste this soup."

The cook was a little puzzled, "An, Master An, but I'm not a cook."

"Taste the soup!" An Nuo was really in a bad mood.

Startled by the boy's appearance, he helped the cook pick up the spoon, took a sip of the soup, blinked his eyes, bowed his head and took another sip.

"Is there any problem?" An carefully stared at the expression of the delivery chef.

"Master An, something is wrong." The cook's face became serious, "This soup is made by my master, but his soup should not taste like this."

"Who is your master?" An Nuo's eyes darkened.

"My master, he..." The little chef felt the ominous atmosphere, and tried his best to speak up.

"Master An, I, my master is a good man, he will never harm you!"

"Really?" There was a cold mockery in An Nuo's eyes.

"It's true!" The chef was so anxious that he almost cried, "My master has always regarded your grandfather, Master Zhao Wei, as an idol. Ever since I heard that he can cook for the grandson of the master, even if my master doesn't want money, even if he is bullied You have to stay in Mo's private kitchen!"

"Bullyed?" An Nuo frowned.

"Yeah, you don't know, because Mr. Mo was ill recently, the doctor asked for low-fat and low-salt, so a senior nutritionist came to the private kitchen, and he had to carefully check all the meals sent to Mr. Mo.

My master originally cooked Sichuan cuisine, and he paid special attention to seasoning and spices when cooking. Suddenly he asked to cook low-fat and low-salt food. My master worked hard for a long time, but the senior nutritionist still said it was useless. "

"Stop!" An Nuo suddenly realized something, suddenly realized.

What could be faster than tampering with food to cause a miscarriage?

Mo Shengkang and the others know that they don't know how to eat food from outside, so they can only do their best to tamper with in the private kitchen of Mo's house. An Nuo has been eating the food there, and will not be suspicious at all.

The senior nutritionist is 100% Mo Shengkang's person, and the purpose of entering him into the private kitchen is to tamper with the food and cause An Nuo to miscarry.

If you really wait for the tragedy to happen, even if you start to search, the first person you will find is the master of Xiaobangchef, and after a little more effort, you will find the senior nutritionist.

But the arrival of the senior nutritionist was precisely because Mo Shenghuan asked to follow the doctor's orders.

An Nuo instantly understood that the goal of all this was not aimed at herself alone.

This is a series of plots, from sending flowers to make Mr. Mo sick, to tampering with the food and causing a miscarriage, to Mo Shenghuan finding out the truth and finding out that he personally requested the senior nutritionist who caused An Nuo's miscarriage to enter the private kitchen .

If Mo Shenghuan really went on as planned, even if he was not stimulated to collapse by An Nuo's miscarriage, he would fall into extreme regret and pain after discovering the truth.

There is nothing more painful than finding out that I have killed my two children with my own hands.

An Nuo discovered for the first time that the word "vicious" should be written like this.