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

look familiar?

An Nuo looked down at the woman, for some reason, the woman's face looked a little friendly.

"Could it be Madam's former friend?" Aunt Yang thought of a possibility, "I'm sure I've met her somewhere before."

A friend of Mr. Mo's mother?

An Nuo straightened her posture immediately. Aunt Yang had told a lot of stories about her uncle and mother. An Nuo could tell that her deceased mother-in-law was kind and gentle, and she was completely different from her former mother-in-law.

When the driver master heard Aunt Yang's words, he was a little suffocated.

He bumped into the old lady's former friend?

The Mo family's doctor arrived in time, and after checking the woman's condition, he had a strange expression on his face.

"This lady is in a coma caused by malnutrition and overwork."

"Aren't there any marks of bruises?" An Nuo asked carefully.

"I didn't see it. If you are worried, you can send this lady to the hospital for a professional examination." The doctor took off the stethoscope, "I can only prescribe some glucose for her now, and let her rest more. "

"Thank you doctor." An Nuo breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at the driver master, "Master, you go back first, it's okay, if the lady wakes up and says she's not feeling well, we'll take her to the hospital."

"I, I promise, I really didn't hit her." The driver stuttered, "There is a driving recorder."

"I see." An Nuo comforted the driver, "Go home first, I will tell you if there is a situation."

"It's not a problem to lie on the sofa." Aunt Yang looked at An Nuo, "Master An, how about I clean up the guest room?"

"Trouble Aunt Yang." An Nuo looked at the woman's pale face, she was too thin, with protruding cheekbones and slightly sunken eye sockets, but she still couldn't hide her good looks.

A few simple ornaments on her body mean that she is well off, so how can she be malnourished and overworked?

An Nuo noticed the ring on the woman's finger, she should be married, the diamonds on the ring are dazzling, and it looks like it has been maintained from time to time.

Aunt Yang cleaned up the guest room, An Nuo carried the woman back into the room to see if she showed no sign of waking up, An Nuo asked Aunt Yang to take care of her, and went to the live broadcast by herself.

An Nuo has accumulated [-] fans in Mijia. The pace of life-related anchors is still relatively slow, and he can interact with water friends a lot. An Nuo has been on the recommended position this month and has a lot of views. After the live broadcast, I watched this Monthly data, not counting gifts, can get about [-].

Including the gifts after the commission of the platform, more than 4 can be raised.

A monthly income of [-] is considered a mid-range level for Mizuo. After all, on the gift list, there are many anchors who have been rewarded more than [-] in a single day.

But this is the monthly income that An Nuo has worked hard to live broadcast for four years in her previous life and failed to achieve it.

An Nuo looked at the big guy on the gift list, and sighed with complicated emotions.

An Nuo is going to open a new card and deposit all her live broadcast income into it as a small treasury, just in case of emergencies.

After the live broadcast, An Nuo bought vegetables online to cook. Considering that the lady would be hungry when she woke up, An Nuo left a separate portion for her.

Mo Shenghuan didn't react much to the fact that An Nuo had picked up a lady, who might be a friend of his wife, but after eating, he went back to the study, as if he was not used to people coming from the villa.

"Since the incident with the nurse happened, except for people I know, whenever someone comes to the house, Master Sheng Huan will separate himself from the other party." Aunt Yang explained in a low voice, "It's like someone came to change the glass that day, Sheng Huan The young master locked himself in the soundproof room without any contact."

An Nuo pursed her lips, she was already suspicious about the nurse, and seeing Mo Shenghuan's vigilance towards strangers now, she felt that there was a big problem.

However, now that my uncle can open his mouth to speak, it is only a matter of time before he understands what happened at that time.

"After that lady wakes up, I'll tell her to leave as soon as possible." An Nuo glanced at the second floor, feeling a little apologetic in her heart.

An Nuo helped Aunt Yang clean up the dishes, and when she heard some movement behind her, An Nuo turned her head and looked over, and saw the woman who was unconscious before woke up, leaning on the wall with one hand, staring blankly at herself.

"Are you awake?" An Nuo walked over with concerned eyes, "How are you feeling?"

The woman didn't seem to have heard what An Nuo said, but just looked at the boy in a daze.

"Are you hungry?" An Nuo pointed to the dining table, "Let's eat something first."

The woman followed the boy to the dining table in a daze, and then watched the boy bring the food.

"Eat." An Nuo handed over the chopsticks.

The woman stared at the food in front of her in a daze, picked up the chopsticks, glanced at the young man, and took the food into her mouth.

"Am I... am I dreaming?"

The woman's voice was hoarse and tired, with the confusion of just waking up.

An Nuo couldn't help laughing, "You fell in front of the car, but you frightened the driver."

"This lady." Aunt Yang looked at the woman with some anxiety, "Do you recognize my wife, Liu Shan?"

"Liu Shan..." The woman was in a daze. "When I was in Jincheng, I attended a banquet with her and talked with her. She is older than me, like a big sister, and she speaks very kindly."

"Really." Aunt Yang laughed, "I said you looked familiar."

It was someone Mo Shenghuan's mother knew.

An Nuo smiled and pushed the food, "Hurry up, or it will be cold."

The woman took a deep look at An Nuo, lowered her head and began to eat with big mouthfuls. An Nuo had never seen such a wolfish way of eating, and Aunt Yang next to her was also staring blankly.

The woman ate so fast that she almost choked, just as An Nuo patted her back, Aunt Yang quickly brought water.

The woman's mouth was full of food, but when she raised her head, her face was full of tears.

"You, what's wrong with you?" An Nuo was taken aback, and hurriedly pulled out a tissue.

The woman swallowed the food in her mouth, holding a tissue and couldn't help crying loudly.

An Nuo and Aunt Yang looked at each other, not knowing what happened.

The door of the study on the second floor opened suddenly. Mo Shenghuan stood on the second floor and looked down indifferently.

"Mr. Mo, it's okay." An Nuo greeted Mo Shenghuan.

The woman looked up and saw Mo Shenghuan, and stopped crying.

Seeing his uncle turn back to the study, An Nuo heaved a sigh of relief, turned to look at the woman again, and found her teary eyes.

"Then, who is that?"

"My husband." An Nuo said calmly, "It looks good."

The woman pursed her lips and looked at An Nuo, her tears fell drop by drop like unthreaded pearls.

"Madam, why are you on the wrong track?" Aunt Yang asked concerned, "Do you want to contact your family now?"

"Thank you, I will contact them after my mobile phone is charged." The woman took a deep breath and wiped away the tears on her face.

"By the way, I don't know your last name yet, how do you call me?" An Nuo asked politely.

"My surname is Zhao." The woman looked at An Nuo fixedly, "You...you can call me whatever you want."

"Aunt Zhao." An Nuo smiled, "My surname is An, and my name is An Nuo."

"An Nuo..." The woman lowered her head and wiped the corners of her eyes with a tissue.

"I still have class tomorrow, and I still have group homework to do." An Nuo pointed to go upstairs, "I'll go to the study first, Aunt Zhao, if you have something to do, you can ask Aunt Yang to help you."

"Okay, okay." The woman fixedly looked at the boy.

When An Nuo went upstairs, she felt that there were eyes watching her from behind, following her from time to time, until she got into the study.

It was already too late today, and it was not good for the woman to go out to find a hotel, so she could only stay overnight in the guest room.

At night, An Nuo taught Mo Shenghuan pinyin, and found that Mo Shenghuan's mood seemed a little different from usual. When sleeping, Mo Shenghuan held An Nuo's hand, and the grip was extra tight.

Early the next morning, when Aunt Yang woke up, she heard movement in the kitchen. She thought that Master An was cooking, but she never wanted to open the door to see that it was Ms. Zhao.

"What are you doing here?" Aunt Yang looked at the spoon in the woman's hand, a little confused.

"I'm making porridge." The woman's brows were full of joy, "Shrimp and vegetable porridge, my son likes to drink my porridge the most, and he can drink two bowls at a time."

"You are a guest, how can I let you cook." Aunt Yang was a little embarrassed.

"It's okay!" The woman took a sip of the porridge, turned off the fire, and quickly took out the bowls and chopsticks.

After a while, the Mo family's private kitchen brought breakfast, and Aunt Yang was about to pick it up, when the woman hurried over to catch it, put the dishes on the table, put the chopsticks away, and brought the porridge.

Aunt Yang was a little taken aback.

An Nuo woke up early in the morning, went downstairs after washing, saw Ms. Zhao in the living room, and smiled at herself when she saw herself coming down.

"Morning, Aunt Zhao." An Nuo felt a little strange, but couldn't tell what was wrong.

"I thought, I can't live here for nothing, so I made some porridge, you have a taste." Ms. Zhao's eyes were filled with anticipation, and she was very happy.

An Nuo sat down, lowered his head and took a sip of the porridge in front of him. It tasted good, but there was an unspeakable feeling.

An Nuo couldn't describe the feeling, as if this kind of porridge should taste like this, the condiments are just right, everything is fine.

Seeing the expectant look in the woman's eyes, An Nuo took another sip, "It's delicious."

Looking at Ms. Zhao's attire, An Nuo thought she was a typical example of not touching the spring water with her fingers, but she didn't expect that the porridge she made was not bad.

"My father is a bad-tempered cook." Ms. Zhao pursed her lips and smiled. "He always asked me to learn how to cook from him, and also asked me to practice boy skills, but I only learned a little bit, and then I went to other professions."

"Master An's cooking is also delicious." Aunt Yang tasted the porridge and felt pretty good.

Ms. Zhao was smiling and full of joy.

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After 48 hours of cold compresses, hot compresses followed.

Cheng Cheng scalded the towel with boiling water, wrung out the water with trembling hands, and spread it on his good brother's face.

Water vapor rose from the towel, Cheng Cheng looked at Mo Chenghuan who was lying flat on the bed, and sighed.

"Brother, it's not good for you to provoke anyone, but to provoke your uncle.

Also, your face is injured, and your hands and feet are fine. You have been lying here for two days and two nights. Is your self-confidence damaged? "

"No." A muffled voice came from under the towel.

"Well, let me tell you, I felt strange yesterday. You can explain it. What do you mean by bringing chocolate?" Cheng Cheng was a little puzzled, "Aren't chocolates given to people you like?"

There was silence under the towel.

Cheng Cheng looked around and asked carefully in a low voice.

"You don't like your uncle, do you?"