My Previous Fraternal Twins

Mo Zehai said hurriedly, "OK, let's go and see Zichen first. I haven't seen you for so long. We should also go and have a look."

Hearing this, Rong Wanxian's face lit up with an imperceptible smile, and then struggled to walk away from him.

But Mo Zehai's big hand grasped her tightly and said with a smile, "which ward, I'll hold you."

With that, he put one hand on Rong Wanxian's leg and the other on her waist and picked her up directly.

"Ah..." Rong Wanxian exclaimed.

Then subconsciously reached out and grabbed his clothes.

The corners of Mo Zehai's mouth rose slightly, and then aroused a faint smile.

A moment later, Rong Wanxian pointed to a VIP ward not far away and said, "it's the No. 1 VIP ward."

He gave a soft "um" and then strode to the ward she said.

When Mo Zichen heard the sound of opening the door, he looked up in the direction of the door and saw that Mo Zehai was holding his mother to the ward at this time.

He paused, then picked up the glass of water, put it on his mouth and drank.

When Mo Zehai saw Mo Zichen's instant, his eyes trembled slightly, but soon recovered. He smiled and shouted, "Zi Chen."

There was a trace of excitement in his voice.

Mo Zichen slowly put the water cup aside and quietly looked at the man in front of him.

But I have an unspeakable feeling in my heart.

Seeing this, Rong Wanxian, the mother of the Mohist school, immediately smiled and said, "Zichen, call your father. He came to see you from Beicheng."

Mo Zehai smiled and said, "yes, Dad brought you a gift. It's your favorite sweet scented osmanthus candy when you were a child."

Hearing the three words osmanthus sugar, Mo Zichen's pupil crossed an imperceptible cold.

His tone of voice returned to the usual: "thank you, Dad."

Mo Zehai looked at his cool attitude, and the smile on his face suddenly cooled down.

He took Rong Wanxian to the sofa in the ward and gently put her down. Wen Sheng said to her, "you wait for me here for a while. I'll go to the doctor to show you your feet."

Mo Zichen frowned slightly after hearing this. He looked back at Rong Wanxian and asked with some worry, "Mom, what's wrong with your foot?"

Rong Wanxian smiled gently on her face: "it's all right. When she just came back, she was in a hurry, and then she sprained her foot accidentally."

"Then hurry up and ask the doctor to bandage you so that you don't get hurt." Mo Zichen's worry in his words continued unabated.

She waved her hand and said with a smile, "don't worry, I have a few words to say."

At last her voice became a little serious.

She turned to Mo Zehai and said, "our family hasn't been together for a long time. Zichen has just woke up and is still recovering."

After hesitating for a while, she took a deep breath and continued to ask, "I don't know if you still count what you promised me before?"

Mo Zehai naturally knew what she meant, and his thin lips closed tightly.

I don't know how to answer for a moment.

He had promised Rong Wanxian that when Mo Zichen woke up, he would hand over the Mo's enterprise in Liancheng to him.

At that time, she just wanted to comfort her. She didn't remember it after so many years.

What made him even more surprised was that Mo Zichen could wake up.

Not everyone is competent for such a large enterprise. Although he has not appeared in Liancheng in recent years, he will read the company's financial statements every year.

Since Mo Shichen managed the enterprise, the stock market has been better and better year by year, and even the turnover is the sum of those managed by the previous people.

It is also the most profitable enterprise of all his companies.

Looking back at Mo Zichen on the hospital bed, he slowly said, "Wan Xian, I promised you this, but I have to wait until Zi Chen recovers and study management for a few years. If he goes directly now, I'm afraid..."

He didn't go on with the latter words, but his meaning was very clear.

After listening to this, Mo Zichen recognized what his father said for the first time. He looked up and smiled and said, "I recognize this. I didn't have the heart to manage any enterprise, and you know I'm not a talent in this field. I'm not competent at all."

The master mother of Mohism listened to what they said, and the expression on her face suddenly darkened.

She asked with some displeasure, "yes, talent can be cultivated. If you promise, you have to do it, don't you? Are you still thinking about that woman?"

As soon as her voice fell, Mo Zehai stood up directly from the sofa and said with a straight face, "are you finished? Anything can be involved with her!"

He said he was leaving.

Rong Wanxian immediately reached out and grabbed his wrist, and her voice softened: "I know I shouldn't mention her, but you promised me that Zichen would give the company to him when he woke up. Even if he doesn't know how to do it, I can help him at the same time, or you let Mo Shichen be his assistant. Isn't that the same?"

"Mom..." Mo Zichen shouted unhappily.

Rong Wanxian immediately scolded, "shut up."

Mozi Chen didn't see his mother busy taking care of herself these days. He was afraid that he would hurt the mother of the Mohist family and shut up.

Seeing that she was so persistent, Mo Zehai couldn't bear to refuse him directly, so he sighed and said, "we'll talk about it later. It's not urgent for several days before the election. Let's talk about the past first."

Rong Wanxian saw that Mo Zehai no longer refused directly. She knew that there was still a chance. This kind of thing was not urgent.

This is silence.

A moment later, she picked up a fruit plate on one side and handed it to him: "have some fruit."

Mo Zehai waved: "you eat."

Then he turned and walked in the direction of Mozi Chen.

He sat beside him and looked at him quietly: "how do you feel?"

Mo Zichen was stunned.

But soon he sat up and said faintly, "fortunately, everything is the same."

"Have you seen your eldest brother?" Mo Zehai suddenly asked.

Mozi Chen raised his head fiercely and looked at Rong Wanxian, whose face was not very good.

He lowered his head and whispered, "no, he shouldn't know I'm awake."

Rong Wanxian couldn't sit still. She was about to stand up holding the sofa.

"Ah..." but the foot that sprained was swollen and high. As soon as it touched the floor, it fell back in pain.

"Mom..."

"Wan Xian..."

Mo Zichen and Mo Zehai exclaimed at the same time.

Moze Haili immediately went to hold Rong Wanxian and asked with concern, "how are you?"

Rong Wanxian frowned, pointed to the swollen place on her feet and said, "it hurts. I can't walk. Can you stay and get some food for Zichen later?"