Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

“Mr. Nan Heng, President Mo is right here. I think you heard what he said just now,” An Shuyan emphasized.

Nan Heng took the cigarette out of his mouth and narrowed his eyes coldly. “I have been friends with Mo Jingshen for many years, but I have nothing to do with Shine Group. President Mo should know my temper. Without my permission, no one can intrude into my place.”

With that, Nan Heng coldly glanced at Mo Shaoze with a faint smile.

Mo Shaoze was obviously displeased at his words. “My own son is here in the hospital, and I, as his father, have to gain your permission to visit him?”

“I certainly won’t stop you if you want to go in, President Mo,” Nan Heng said slowly and coolly, “But not Miss An. Mrs. Mo is here, and you actually asked Miss An to go in? Are you sure you’re not kidding?”

Mo Shaoze frowned coldly. An Shuyan walked away from the door of the ward, turned, and walked back. Then she looked at Ji Nuan and handed her the things in her hand. “Mrs. Mo, please.”

Ji Nuan gave a faint smile and took them. “Thank you, Secretary An.’

With that, Ji Nuan paused and went on. “May I call you Secretary An? You are now the secretary-manager of Shine Group, many levels higher than when you were at the Mo Corporation. You must be very skilled in your work to be promoted so fast.”

An Shuyan nodded at her politely, and the smile on her face was neither cold nor warm. “You can call me An Shuyan or Secretary An.”

Ji Nuan exchanged a glance with her. Women’s intuition was always accurate. She looked thoughtfully at An Shuyan for a few seconds and then handed over the things in her hand to Feng Ling.

“Father, are you going in to see Jingshen now?” Ji Nuan asked.

Although it was not Mo Shaoze who denied entrance at the door, Nan Heng had given him no face by shutting An Shuyan out.

Mo Shaoze coldly glanced at the ward, pondered for a while, and said, “Since Jingshen is still sleeping, I’m not going in. It’ll be the Spring Festival in half a month. If he can be discharged at that time, tell him to go home to have a family reunion dinner.”

Ji Nuan nodded. “OK, I’ll tell him.”

Mo Shaoze took a look at her again. With a dark look, he turned around and was about to leave when he suddenly paused and turned his eyes to An Shuyan standing beside him. “Help Ji Nuan if you have time. Ji Nuan is not very familiar with Los Angeles and may need your help.”

“OK,” An Shuyan said gently.

Mo Shaoze sighed when Ji Nuan was not paying attention and entered the elevator.

After they left, Ji Nuan looked at the elevator’s door, watching the number gradually changing from this floor to the first floor.

Mo Shaoze was Mo Jingshen’s father anyway. Even though An Shuyan was not allowed in, he could certainly enter if he wanted, but he seemed to be angry, or he was too controlling over people, and anything out of his control might offend him.

He came in a hurry and left in a hurry. She couldn’t see the slightest bit of fatherly love for Mo Jingshen from him.

If Mo Jingshen could be discharged from the hospital in half a month, was it really necessary for him to go back?

And just now for a moment, Ji Nuan felt…

An Shuyan was no longer as eager to approach Mo Jingshen as when she had just gone to Hai City and the Mo Corporation. Instead, although she didn’t explicitly say or do anything, she gave Ji Nuan the feeling that she was just accepting Mo Shaoze’s arrangement without initiative or resistance.

“Mrs. Mo, shall I take these in?” Feng Ling had checked the fruit basket and nutrients that she had just taken. After making sure there was nothing wrong with this stuff, she asked.

Ji Nuan looked away from the number “1” on the elevator and glanced into the fruit basket.

The moment she looked at these, she knew that it was not Mo Shaoze who had bought them. From what she knew of him, he wouldn’t buy anything when he came to visit his son.

The fruit basket was very delicate, not the kind of fruit basket that could be bought casually in the supermarket near the hospital. The fruits in it were all rare, nutritious, and delicious. And the nutrients were also expensive stuff that could enrich the blood. Obviously, An Shuyan prepared carefully before she came.

An Shuyan had already sobered up when she left Hai City, hadn’t she?

Then why did she give her the ‘everything is arranged by Mo Shaoze, and I’m innocent’ attitude?

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As many people who had thought it would be profitable to come here had been shut out cruelly, so, for the next week, the hospital remained quiet, and no one dared to disturb them again.

The last time Mo Jingshen’s wounds were inflamed, he had a high fever for only one night and then recovered quite well. A week later, the skin on the surface of his wound was beginning to heal, and he could occasionally get out of bed and walk normally.

“Last time, Father asked you to go home for dinner next week. What do you think?” Ji Nuan supported him as he walked through the room, and when he walked to the window, she turned to open the curtains and close the window, which was opened a little.

“I don’t have any plans. The Aqib thing is over, and Officer Entes and the XI base will sort out the rest of it on their own. I don’t plan to stay in America for too long. I will take you back to Hai City as soon as I recover.” Seeing her care about him, Mo Jingshen smiled.

“It will be the Spring Festival next week. No matter where in China, people will be busy celebrating the Spring Festival. And the Mo Corporation doesn’t have much work for you to handle personally. It’s not bad to accompany your parents to have a reunion dinner. You accompany Grandpa in the Spring Festival every year. If you don’t go back to accompany him this year, will Grandpa be angry?” At the mention of Grandfather Mo, Ji Nuan couldn’t help smiling.

Through the window, the winter sun rays fell on his handsome face, as if he was surrounded in the circle of light while he smiled warmly at her.

He said gently, “He won’t be angry. Even if we are not in the Mo family home, there are more than a few relatives who come and go. You know how many people come to visit him every day. He will be busy enough just dealing with those relatives.”

While he was speaking, Ji Nuan put her hand on his back, scratched his back twice across his hospital gown, and then asked with sparkling eyes, “Shouldn’t a wound healing be itchy? Don’t you feel itchy at all?”

Mo Jingshen chuckled. “It wasn’t itchy, but when you scratched it, it did feel a little bit itchy.”

He looked at her fair-skinned face, which was so near at hand. When his gaze met hers, he said meaningfully, “But what itches more is my heart.”

Ji Nuan: “…”

He bent his head, his warm lips on her neck, and his voice was light, teasing as he kissed her gently, “These days, I had slept in the ward, feeling that time had passed too slowly. Now finally, I can hug you again. Why don’t we do something else to kill time?”