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

The villa was brightly lit, An Nuo felt her stomach and went upstairs, and below were Ms. Zhao and Aunt Yang who were discussing how to make brown sugar water for ice powder.

Since Ms. Zhao's arrival, An Nuo inexplicably has more supper at night. Yesterday it was sweet soup, today it was ice powder, and the cooking was extraordinarily meticulous.

People tend to get sleepy when they are full, so An Nuo yawned in front of the bedroom door, turned on the phone and saw that there were still 10 minutes before uncle went to bed.

The door opened, and An Nuo saw that Mo Shenghuan was sitting on a chair on the balcony, wearing a thin black silk pajamas, watching the night view of the woods outside.

The black silk has a faint luster, and Mo Shenghuan's neck is getting whiter and whiter. The sleepy neckline is naturally slightly open, and you can see his flat shoulder line, the straight collarbone is protruding, and the half-light and half-dark bone socket is inexplicably transparent. It's kind of sexy.

Hearing someone enter the room, Mo Shenghuan turned his head, his neck was beautiful and smooth, and An Nuo was stunned to see it.

This cool and advanced aesthetic feeling is much more beautiful than the scenery outside the window.

Seeing An Nuo's return, Mo Shenghuan took down the pinyin wall chart hanging on the wall, put it on the bed, and sat upright on the side to start today's teaching.

"Mr. Mo, learn csyw today."

After a quick wash, An Nuo picked up the pinyin wall chart and looked at the time, "Let's learn one thing less today, let's go to bed early."

"Ah."

Faintly nasal, the voice flits like a feather.

"Okay." An Nuo stared at the wall chart in his hand, and suddenly realized something.

"Huh?" An Nuo suddenly raised his head and looked at the man opposite.

We haven't learned this yet!

Uncle, you also previewed in advance? !

With a slight smile in Mo Shenghuan's eyes, he looked at the boy's eyes widened in surprise, as cute as a little squirrel.

"Mr. Mo, you..." An Nuo was a little incoherent, who wouldn't like such a student!

Trying to calm down, An Nuo took Mo Shenghuan's hand, looked into the man's dark eyes, "Mr. Mo, what else have you learned?"

"Numinous."

The opposite is very powerful and clear enunciation.

"Is there any more?" An Nuo held back her shyness, and rubbed the tip of her nose in embarrassment.

Mo Shenghuan didn't speak, but turned his face sideways.

Following Mo Shenghuan's gaze, An Nuo saw the pillow, "Mr. Mo, are you sleepy?"

Uncle learns so well that he skipped a grade from pinyin to single characters, so it's okay to take a break early!An Nuo simply read the entire Pinyin list to Mo Shenghuan, then hung it on the wall and turned off the lights.

It has to be said that a genius is a genius, even the speed of learning is so fast.

An Nuo lay flat for a while, and found that Mo Shenghuan was still sitting.

"Mr. Mo, what's the matter?" An Nuo stood up curiously, and turned on the bedside lamp.

Mo Shenghuan turned his face, and moved his arms forward calmly.

"Are your arms uncomfortable?" An Nuo pulled up the sleeves of Mo Shenghuan's pajamas, but fortunately, the pajamas were loose and the sleeves could be pulled up easily.

An Nuo carefully looked at Mo Shenghuan's arm up and down, the skin was cold and delicate, it was very smooth to the touch, and there was no injury under the arm.

An Nuo touched it carefully, from the shoulders to the wrists, there was no bruise in the slightest, the hands felt slightly cold and slippery, it felt great to the touch!

An Nuo looked up at Mo Shenghuan, and found that Mo Shenghuan was looking away from the side, and a little pink rose from his neck.

Under the light of the bedside lamp, the neck, which was originally beautiful in lines, was intertwined with light and dark, showing a bit of temptation.

An Nuo subconsciously swallowed dryly.

"Mr. Mo, where is the injury?"

Hearing this, Mo Shenghuan turned around, put his slender hands on his knees, and slowly clenched his fists in front of An Nuo.

Seeing the knuckle fingers clenched, An Nuo blinked, his eyes moved up along the raised tendons in the middle of the wrist, and finally stopped at the tense muscles of the upper arm.

An Nuo covered her mouth.

After a moment of shock, An Nuo tentatively stretched out his finger and poked his uncle's muscle.

A little hard, but full of elasticity.

An Nuo suppressed the voice in her heart, raised her eyes to look at Mo Shenghuan, and saw that her uncle's neck had turned red.

An Nuo suddenly realized that his uncle was responding to his question of "Is there any more?"

"Mr. Mo, you are secretly practicing." An Nuo suppressed a smile, and carefully squeezed the muscles in front of her eyes.

Even and tight but not exaggerated, no wonder my uncle was able to crush a porcelain bowl with one hand before.

An Nuo couldn't help laughing out loud, and rolled around on the bed twice.

Suddenly thinking of something, An Nuo turned over, sat beside Mo Shenghuan, rolled up her sleeves, and clenched her fists hard.

From the point of view of shape, it also has a little muscle, but when Bimo Shenghuan is on it, his arms look a little slender.

The arms are close together, the skin is close, and the temperature of the teenager is intimate, warm like a hot baby.

"Mr. Mo, you have a big frame, so it's easy to practice." An Nuo found a reason for his failure, "I'm not weak, I hit that little green hair before, swish swish!"

Mo Shenghuan focused on the boy in front of him.

Although I haven't compared it before, An Nuo is still very happy. Uncle is such a reserved person, and he is willing to show himself the results of his training. This is full of trust!

"Mr. Mo, when you practice secretly in the future, bring me along, I will work hard!" An Nuo clenched his fist.

Mo Shenghuan lay down silently, covered the quilt, An Nuo also lay down, and saw Mo Shenghuan raised his hand to help him pull up the quilt.

"Mr. Mo, good night." An Nuo smiled and reached out to turn off the bedside lamp, and the room was plunged into darkness.

One hand accurately found the hand beside the boy in the dark and held it, An Nuo shook it back, and gently scratched Mo Shenghuan's palm.

Mo Shenghuan stroked the back of his hand with his thumb, and An Nuo smiled, very satisfied with today's harvest.

Not only is I working hard, but my uncle is also working hard to get better, and he is even willing to share his progress with himself.

Wenhua grasped his body with both hands, and An Nuo felt that he would see his uncle's smooth opening soon.

At that time, Uncle will be able to do what a normal person does, as Dr. Moise said, without letting the illness affect his daily life.

very nice.

Early the next morning, An Nuo originally wanted to enjoy the good time of the weekend, but she never expected to receive a message from Secretary Li.

Mr. Mo is sick!

It was so serious that I went to the hospital!

Although his condition has basically stabilized now, the old man's spirit is very bad.

An Nuo stared at the phone, eyes full of doubts.

According to the progress of his previous life, Mr. Mo's health began to fail after Mo Shenghuan passed away, but he still persisted on the sick bed for a long time.

There is no reason in this life to suddenly fall ill.

The meaning of the message is very clear, Secretary Li wants to take Mo Shenghuan to visit.

Mo Shenghuan is the spiritual pillar of Mr. Mo. Maybe seeing Mo Shenghuan, Mr. Mo's mental state will be better. Secretary Li has good intentions.

An Nuo pondered for a long time, and told Mo Shenghuan about it alone after breakfast, and when he proposed to take him to the hospital for a visit, his uncle blinked his eyes indifferently.

It seems that uncle prefers to communicate with himself by blinking rather than talking.

An Nuo sent a message to Secretary Li, asking Dad if he had eaten. Secretary Li replied quickly, saying that the master has been in poor spirits, hadn't eaten a few bites, and was hanging on nutrient solution for maintenance.

An Nuo hurried to cook, made millet quinoa porridge, cut some fruit, and made cold dishes.

Ms. Zhao saw An Nuo busy in the kitchen, and asked curiously. When she heard that Mr. Mo was ill, she immediately said that she would go to visit with her.

Ms. Zhao knew Mo Shenghuan's mother, and she must also know Mr. Mo.An Nuo asked Secretary Li, and after Secretary Li said it didn't matter, An Nuo held the insulated lunch box in one hand and Mo Shenghuan in the other. Ms. Zhao followed them closely and got into the car together.

Mo's family has its own private hospital, not far from the old house, and the journey only took ten minutes. Ms. Zhao was sitting in the co-pilot, chatting and laughing with the driver who was frightened before.

Mr. Mo lives in a high-rise ward with VVVIP treatment. There are two bodyguards at the door. It is a ward rather than a luxury hotel. It has everything. Mr. Mo is lying on the hospital bed. At first glance, he seems to be ten years older.

"Dad." An Nuo walked over and put the insulated lunch box aside.

Mr. Mo opened his eyes with difficulty, and seeing the concerned young man in front of the hospital bed, and the son beside him, his eyes softened a lot.

"You guys are here." Mr. Mo was weak.

Ms. Zhao stood behind, looking at Mr. Mo's appearance, and leaned out half of her body.

"You are..." Mr. Mo looked confused when he saw Ms. Zhao.

"Mo Bo, I'm Zhao Mingyue." Ms. Zhao stepped forward, generously, "I went to Mo's house with Sister Liu Shan, have you forgotten?"

Mr. Mo looked at Zhao Mingyue and suddenly realized, "It's you!"

"Back then you were..." Mr. Mo couldn't help laughing, "You called Shanshan sister, and I was Mo Bo. You made Shanshan look young, and you secretly laughed at Shanshan."

Zhao Mingyue also smiled, "You still remember me."

"How can I not remember." Mr. Mo coughed twice, with a smile on his face, "It's a blessing to see my old friend now."

"Dad." An Nuo saw that Mr. Mo was in better spirits, and took the opportunity to open the lunch box, "I made some quinoa porridge, you can try it."

Mr. Mo looked at his son standing beside him with a calm face, and nodded, "Okay, Xiao An made it, just eat a little."

A table was set up on the bed, Secretary Li raised the head of the bed, and added two backrests behind Mr. Mo.

Mr. Mo's hands holding the chopsticks trembled a little at first, but after two bites, they gradually stabilized.

"Dad, how does it taste?" An Nuo stood aside, watching Mr. Mo eat the cold dish with his chopsticks.

"Very good." Mr. Mo smiled, and his mood seemed to be much better.

"Why don't you let me in!" There was a faint sound of arguing outside, as well as the sound of the door being knocked on.

As soon as An Nuo heard the voice, she knew who was coming.

As Zhang Yun's daughter-in-law, it was normal for her father-in-law to visit her when she was sick.

Mr. Mo also heard the voice, frowned, and put down his chopsticks.

"Let her in."

Secretary Li went out, and after saying hello, Zhang Yun and Mo Shengkang walked into the ward, and Mo Shengkang was still carrying nutritional supplements in his hand.

"Dad, those people are really too much, they don't even let me come in to see you!" Zhang Yun couldn't help complaining when he saw Mr. Mo, "I was originally at my mother's house, and when I heard that you were sick, I immediately came to see you. "

Mr. Mo sneered, but said nothing.

"Hey, isn't this the second brother and sister-in-law?" Zhang Yun saw An Nuo and Mo Shenghuan, and then took another look at Mr. Mo, and couldn't help but start to feel weird.

"I said, why don't you let us in? It turns out that the second brother and sister-in-law are here to please Dad." Zhang Yun subconsciously avoided An Nuo and looked at her husband.

"Look at you, no matter how much you do, in the old man's heart, you can't compare to your second brother."

Mo Shengkang tugged at Zhang Yun's clothes, frowning and looking serious.

"Why, why don't you let people talk about it?" Zhang Yun was dissatisfied, "The eccentricity is almost in the ditch, can I say something?"

"If you want to annoy me, leave quickly." Mr. Mo said with a straight face, "Or I can call bodyguards and carry you out."

"Dad, I'm here to see you."

Thinking that she was taking the opportunity to come back from her natal home, Zhang Yun immediately changed her face, and sat on the bedside with a concerned expression, "Dad, why are you suddenly sick? Is someone mad at you?"

Mr. Mo took a deep breath, "When you get old, your body will fail."

"Oh." Zhang Yun suddenly saw the quinoa porridge in front of Mr. Mo, "Why are you eating this unnutritious food? Look at what it's cooking. Don't eat it. I'll order a special nutritious meal for you. .”

Speaking of which, Zhang Yun picked up the porridge and was about to pour it into the trash can beside the bed.

Just as An Nuo was about to speak, she saw Ms. Zhao grabbing Zhang Yun's wrist with sharp eyebrows.

"Who are you?" Zhang Yun saw that the woman in front of him looked familiar, and shook his arms, "Let go!"

Ms. Zhao broke the porridge bowl out of Zhang Yun's hands and put it back on the table, "Your sister-in-law cooked it by herself. You brought it with empty hands, what right do you have?"

"Oh? This is my family's business. What are you talking about here as an outsider?" Zhang Yun saw that the person in front of him was about the same age as him, and was even more dissatisfied. If no one is allowed to tell, what will happen if I fall down?"

Ms. Zhao looked at the fingers on her chest, slowly raised her head, and suddenly smiled at Zhang Yun.

Zhang Yun was stunned for a moment, but before he could react, a sharp pain suddenly came from his finger.

An Nuo stood by the side, staring dumbfounded at Ms. Zhao as she bent Zhang Yun's finger to poke her, and then grabbed Zhang Yun's hair, forcing Zhang Yun to tear it crazily.

The screams continued, and An Nuo silently took a step back.

"Hurry up, take your troublemaker away." Mr. Mo warded off Mo Shengkang with a headache.