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

The ward was unusually quiet, only the cold "beep" sound of the instrument.Mr. Mo slowly opened his eyes, looked at the empty bedside, turned his head, and looked quietly at the white walls of the hospital.

The liquid was a little cold, and the hands and arms that were infused with the infusion became cold even half of the body. Mr. Mo stretched out his hand hard, trying to reach the beeper.

Old people's bodies are also stiff, and their arms seem to be inflexible. Mr. Mo moved his body and stretched out his hand, and finally touched the beeper with his fingers. After a long silence, he still didn't press it.

It's getting late, it's better not to bother others with such a small matter.

Exhaling a breath, Mr. Mo looked at the snow-white wall, his mind was full of thoughts.

What Mo Shengkang said before was like knives, piercing the old man's heart, causing unstoppable pain.

I want to do everything well, but at this time, looking back at my life, I find that I have not done anything well.

At the age of 20, I hope to make a lot of money, marry a beautiful wife, and have a child.

At that time, although he didn't make much money, he met Shanshan and the two had their first child.

Everything seemed to be moving in the direction of happiness, and I thought that maybe this life would continue to be happy like this.

Maybe it was because I laughed too loudly, and people were caught off guard when something bad happened.

First, the eldest son fell ill. On the day when he got the test results, he and Shanshan hugged each other in the aisle of the hospital, tears kept streaming, and he was about to die of crying.

The child was seriously ill, and the doctor said that he needed chemotherapy. Seeing the child's pale face and retching, Mr. Mo would wake up crying at night in his dreams.

The feeling of watching their children suffer and being powerless as parents makes the couple suffer unceasingly.

Mr. Mo, who was still young at the time, took out all the savings in the family to treat the child.The child had a lumbar puncture, and the side effects were very uncomfortable. The child kept banging his head against the wall, and the father couldn’t hold him no matter what.

The days that followed were like nightmares. The child first suffered from leg pains, which made him unable to walk, and then various infections. He had no choice but to stop the chemotherapy. The child gradually became speechless and struggled to breathe.

Mr. Mo can't remember the day when the child's heart stopped beating. It seems that the world is in darkness, and various voices are ringing in his ears. Mr. Mo doesn't know anything. He only remembers his young son, wearing a small suit and lying in a small coffin. appearance.

Mr. Mo also knew from that time that children under the age of five would not even be able to burn their ashes out of cremation.

All the love, everything, just disappeared, leaving only those memories.

Mr. Mo often looked at his hands, which used to hold the giggling child who was getting heavier and heavier, but now they were empty and had nothing left.

The death of the eldest son plunged the couple into a quagmire of pain, but the living still had to eat and drink, and even if they didn't do anything all day long, they still had to spend money.

It took two full years, but the couple did not come out, but for the family's expenses, they still had to work to earn money.

At that time, Mr. Mo thought, money is really a good thing.

If there is no money, the child may not even be able to survive those few months. In the hospital, Mr. Mo met many parents who had no money at home and could only wait for their children to die.

At least if you have money, you can still struggle.

Mr. Mo started to work hard to earn money to support his family, led his wife, and started to go out. Life seemed to be getting better gradually, but after that, something like being plotted by the Sun family happened again.

His wife became pregnant again and became brave and strong. Mr. Mo was looking forward to a new life, but he couldn't help falling into worry and fear.

At the age of 30, Mr. Mo only hoped that the child would be healthy and healthy. The birth of the second son seemed to erase all the shadows of the couple. Even his wife had a long-lost smile on his face. Mr. Mo thought about it for a long time, and gave This child is named Mo Shenghuan.

The good times didn't last long, and Sun Qiaolan even brought a pair of children to threaten the couple.

Seeing the woman's fingers pinching the child's immature neck, the fear of death seemed to strike again in an instant. The wife gritted her teeth and made a compromise with the woman.

Seeing the sudden appearance of the two extra children, the couple quickly settled down again after being at a loss for a moment, as if the two children filled the shadow of death.

Looking at the second son who was still in his infancy, Mr. Mo named the third son who came suddenly, Mo Shengkang.

"I like girls." Looking at the white and tender little girl, the wife couldn't help but smile, "I hope she will be as beautiful as a flower in the future, so let's call her Mo Duoduo."

I and Shanshan have always regarded these two children as family members.

Mr. Mo worked hard, wanted to maintain this family, and wanted to whitewash the peace, but now it seems that it is all useless, and even... a little stupid.

Mr. Mo couldn't help coughing twice, and all that came to his mind were Mo Shengkang's growls.

"...It's ridiculous, you don't want us to hurt our family, but you indulge us...

Did the second brother see it?This is your father, a father who can only say that he loves you verbally, only makes love with you, and sees you hurt..."

What the hell did I do?

Being soft-hearted and indecisive made the matter even more serious, to the point where it is now.

The kids hate themselves.

Shenghuan couldn't forgive herself.

If he died, how would he go to see Shanshan and tell her these things.

Knowing that Sheng Huan was sick and being bullied, would Shanshan be so angry that she would leave her too?

The corners of Mr. Mo's eyes were wet, and he coughed uncontrollably, as if he wanted to cough up his lungs.

An Nuo and Mo Shenghuan came to the hospital with their belongings, and cordially greeted Secretary Li who was guarding the door of the ward and was about to stay up all night.

"The doctor said that this heart attack is due to the patient's emotional problems." Secretary Li rubbed his haggard face. He was getting older and his body couldn't stand the constant twists and turns.

"Master is out of danger. After one more night of observation, he will be able to enter the ordinary ward." Secretary Li sighed, feeling infinite pity for his old employer.

"Can we go in and have a look?" An Nuo probed.

"Although the doctor said that the patient needs to be quiet, I think the master will be very happy to see you..." Before Secretary Li finished speaking, he heard a violent coughing sound from inside, and turned around to open the door quickly. walked in.

Mr. Mo coughed non-stop. When he saw the three people coming in, he slowly opened his eyes wide, covered his mouth while looking at Mo Shenghuan and An Nuo, and coughed up tears.

Secretary Li wanted to ring the calling bell, but Mr. Mo held it down.

"No, it's all right." Mr. Mo waved his hands, "That's right, my throat is a little dry."

Secretary Li glanced at his watch, and the time prescribed by the doctor for water ban had passed.

When An Nuo heard this, she subconsciously turned around and went to find the water dispenser. Mo Shenghuan followed An Nuo, helped An Nuo get the disposable cup, lowered herself to catch the water, and then handed the collected water to An Nuo's hand.

An Nuo looked at Mo Shenghuan, and then at Mr. Mo lying on the hospital bed. He was happy to be a bond and handed the water to Mr. Mo.

"Be careful." Mr. Mo looked at An Nuo and asked Secretary Li to raise the head of the bed.

Seeing the old man take the water glass, An Nuo smiled, "I'm in good health, and the two cubs are also in good health."

Mr. Mo nodded, holding the water glass with trembling hands, and took a sip of water.

Mo Shenghuan took the warm water, and the temperature of the water penetrated through the wall of the cup, warming the old man's palm little by little.

There was silence in the ward. Mo Shenghuan was not the one who took the initiative to speak, and Mr. Mo didn't dare to speak because of the previous incident.An Nuo and Secretary Li looked at each other. The two people who are usually good at talking didn't know what to say for a while.

The quietness in the ward was a little weird, because the patient couldn't drink too much water, Secretary Li wanted to take the cup from the old man's hand, but found that the old man was holding the cup tightly and wouldn't let go.

"Master?" Secretary Li reminded in a low voice, "The doctor said not to drink too much."

Mr. Mo bowed his head in silence for a moment, and did not let go.

An Nuo blinked, and looked at Mr. Mo who was in a stalemate with Secretary Li.

"Is it because your hands are a little cold and you want to hug something warm?"

When Mr. Mo heard what An Nuo said, he turned to look at the boy.

"I once had a severe cold and got an infusion, and my hands were as cold as ice." An Nuo smiled and looked at Secretary Li, "Secretary Li, can I trouble you to get me a hot water bottle or something?"

Seeing Mr. Mo slowly let go of the water glass, Secretary Li took the water glass and smiled at An Nuo, "Young Master An is still careful, I'll get it right away."

Seeing Secretary Li leave, An Nuo really didn't know what to say, so she told Mr. Mo that Mo Shenghuan wanted to hire Mo Chenghuan as the vice president.

When Mr. Mo heard the news, he raised his eyes and looked at Mo Shenghuan in a daze. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he turned his head and wiped them with the back of his hand.

Seeing this, An Nuo immediately handed over the tissue.

Mr. Mo looked at the tissue in front of him, then at the worry in the young man's eyes, and slowly squeezed the quilt under his hands, feeling ashamed.

Sheng Huan has always been a good boy, and so has An Nuo.

What have you done before?

Secretary Li hurried over with a hot water bottle and put it under the master's infusion.

Look at the way the master is holding back tears, and then look at Mr. Mo and An Nuo, leaving the ward with winks.

"Xiao An." Old Master Mo slowly stretched out his hand to An Nuo, his palm trembling, tears streaming down his face.

"I'm really... sorry for you."

An Nuo glanced at Mo Shenghuan, and held Mr. Mo's hand, feeling complicated.

"Take good care of your illness. If Shenghuan's mother sees you like this, she will be worried."

When Liu Shanshan was mentioned, Mr. Mo burst into tears.

"I... I'm sorry Shanshan, I didn't take good care of our son, I'm really ashamed, go see her."

The old man couldn't help sobbing, An Nuo was a little at a loss, and looked at Mo Shenghuan for help.

Mo Shenghuan watched the old man cry bitterly with downcast eyes. After a long silence, he walked to An Nuo's side, picked up the tissue bag, and threw it lightly in front of old man Mo.

Mr. Mo looked up, looked at his son's expression, looked at the tissue in front of him, and couldn't help but burst into tears.

What stupid things did I do before!

Seeing Mr. Mo's emotions slowly settle down, An Nuo breathed a sigh of relief, and the depression in his heart was relieved a lot.

Mr. Mo looked at An Nuo's stomach and asked many things about the child. His eyes were full of love, almost overflowing.

Mo Shenghuan's phone vibrated and went out to pick up the video. An Nuo sat by the hospital bed and found that Mr. Mo looked away from his stomach and was looking at him lovingly.

"Xiao An, thank you for bringing Shenghuan to see me."

"It's Shenghuan who can't let you go." An Nuo smiled.

Mr. Mo shook his head with a wry smile.

"I know Shenghuan's temper. I've thought about it for a long time recently, and I realized that finding you for Shenghuan is the best thing I've ever done in my life."