Chapter 138 Are you going to die?

Aunt Wang closed the window and drew the curtains. "When the Second Young Master came back earlier, you should have gone down to see him. As long as you said so, are you still afraid that the Second Young Master would not stay?"

Madam Mo sighed, "Of course I want him to stay for two more days. But I don't want to see the fourth room. If it weren't for that good-for-nothing who caused trouble and angered Madam Mo to the point of having a stroke, how could I be left alone to guard this empty house? Now he has ended up like this, and he deserves it!"

Seeing that the old lady was very angry, Wang Ma hurried forward to pat her back to calm her down. "It's late at night, go to sleep first. We can talk tomorrow. If you really want to see the second young master, call him and ask him to come back, or go to the mansion in person."

After hearing this, Mrs. Mo felt much better. She sighed and lay down to sleep.

Aunt Wang turned off the lights quietly, closed the door, went out, went downstairs and walked out of the gate, and saw Xu Da standing in the yard in front of the hall.

Xu Da heard the footsteps and turned to look, "Is the old lady asleep?"

Aunt Wang nodded, subconsciously looked towards the gate of the compound, and teased him, "You've been gone for a while, what are you still looking at?"

"He wants to do whatever he wants. He insists on eating beef noodles. The beef is already stewed and the noodles have just been kneaded. I don't know why he is in such a hurry?" Xu Da complained angrily.

Mother Wang smiled and said, "If you miss your son, just admit it honestly. Why bother finding fault with him when you meet him and then being unhappy when he's gone?"

Xu Da looked indifferent. "I don't care about him. Qiuqin asked me to bring him back to her. She was worried that he was working too hard and had lost weight. She was worried about this and that all day long."

Aunt Wang listened with a smile, but there was a hint of loneliness in her eyes.

She had been serving the old lady since she was fifteen years old. She had never married and had no children. It would be a lie to say that she did not envy the loving couple Xu Da and Qiuqin.

But marriage is something that can be encountered but not sought.

It was almost two o'clock in the morning when Mo Shaochen returned to Yiyuan Mansion No. 1. His already jade-white face was now completely bloodless and looked bluish-gray, looking very miserable.

Yan Xi paced back and forth anxiously in front of the mansion. When he saw a Rolls-Royce approaching from afar, he hurriedly ran up.

"Do you know what your condition is now? What does being in a coma for 24 hours mean? Do you need me to tell you again? Stay in bed! Don't you understand what it means to stay in bed?" Yan Xi scolded regardless. When he thought of Mo Shaochen running out in the middle of the night just after finishing the transluminal examination, his blood pressure soared with anger.

"And you, as a special assistant with an annual salary of tens of millions, if he dies, where can you find such a generous boss? No matter whether he lives or dies, you have to think about yourself. Even if you have to tie him up, you have to tie him to the bed. Why are you still fooling around with him? It makes me so angry!"

Mo Shaochen stopped unbuttoning his suit and turned to look at Yan Xi, "You are so anxious, are you afraid that after I die, I won't be able to find another boss who will pay you a high salary?"

Yan Xi shut up.

Xu Xing hurriedly expressed his loyalty, "I have never thought of this. My concern for you, my boss, comes from the bottom of my heart, without any external factors involved."

Yan Xi pointed at Xu Xing, then looked at Mo Shaochen, and for a long time he didn't know what to say.

"You two, I don't care! Do whatever you want, I..."

Mo Shaochen in front of him suddenly fainted on the ground.

Yan Xi and Xu Xing's faces turned pale and they rushed forward to support him. Several bodyguards quickly used their arms to make a simple stretcher and carried the man back to the room.

"Cough cough..." Mo Shaochen, who was lying on the bed, was not conscious and began to cough up blood.

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Yan Xi's hands moved faster and he pushed the special injection prepared in advance into the vein of Mo Shaochen's arm.

Two minutes later, the man on the bed slowly woke up and his symptoms of coughing up blood also eased, but his face was paler than before, almost transparent under the light.

In these two chapters, I tortured Mr. Mo a little bit. He won’t die, he won’t die, he won’t die. I’ll say the important things three times~

(End of this chapter)