ex-husband, we have no game

[69 Book Bar - www.] Zhan Aofan didn't know how long Chang Mo scolded him in front of him, until finally he was exhausted and fell into a chaotic sleep.

At dawn, I was awakened by waves of severe pain, which became increasingly unsuppressable, and layers of fine beads of sweat oozed from my forehead.

Chang Mo woke up in a daze, and what he saw was Zhan Aofan's posture. His face was pale, and his body was slightly curled up on the sofa. After staring for a long time, he realized something was wrong and called the staff to help him lift Zhan Aofan.

Aofan quickly picked up the car keys and left the box.

After driving all the way to the hospital, Zhan Aofan's abdominal pain had not subsided, and waves of nausea came over him again.

Chang Mo already had a rough idea in his mind, knowing that he was probably suffering from stomach trouble.

But when the test results came out, he was even more surprised.

Gastric perforation is much more serious than imagined stomach problems.

The doctor on duty was a young man. He took the color ultrasound results and asked with a solemn face who were the patient's family members.

"Tell me if you have anything." Chang Mo said to the doctor in front of him.

"Are you the patient?" he asked in a probing tone.

"You don't need to worry about who I am, just tell me how to deal with this disease!" Chang Mo also had some impatience on his face and raised his voice a little higher.

After all, he is a young and inexperienced worker who has not had enough experience and has not yet learned how to read people's actions.

"Sir, don't worry. This is our job. The patient's current condition requires immediate surgery. We must first find his family members to sign. If you are not an immediate relative, you have no right to sign the surgery agreement."

Chang Mo's pent-up patience suddenly exploded. He no longer ignored the chattering person in front of him, took out his cell phone and dialed a number directly.

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Taking one look at the figure who threw his phone on the table after entering the room, Zhan Aofan suppressed the pain, took a breath and asked, "Is surgery necessary?"

Chang Mo took a deep breath and exhaled it, then nodded gloomily: "You can have the surgery safely later. I have contacted the dean and he will be here shortly."

With a helpless smile, Zhan Aofan said: "Mozi, why are you so troublesome? Just call that doctor and I will sign it myself."

"Shut up, if you weren't so fucking drunk in my club, would I have bothered with your bad business?" Chang Mo scolded angrily.

A look of confusion appeared on Zhan Aofan's pale face, with an unspeakable sadness: "Mozi, I didn't want to end up like this. I... just feel uncomfortable and blocked."

Chang Mo looked at him with complicated eyes for a moment, sighed, and turned away.

Thirty minutes later, the director of the First People's Hospital of City A hurried over with the most authoritative general surgery expert in the hospital. He was still thinking to himself that the eldest son of the Chang family would not leave this private relationship easily.

Who could make such a big show to make him personally...

But when a group of them rushed to the emergency ward and took a look, they realized, tsk tsk, that the person lying on the hospital bed was not the famous CEO of Qixing in City A? The new project research center that their hospital just completed last year was sponsored by Qixing.

In a short time, the work was arranged quickly.

Zhan Aofan was pushed into the operating room as quickly as possible.

The sky outside was completely bright, and the morning light was mottled and refracted through the glass windows into the corridor. Chang Mo stood at the door of the operating room, looking outside with heavy eyes, unable to see clearly what the posture on his face was.

The ringtone of the cell phone suddenly rang in the quiet corridor. I reached out to take it, looked at the caller ID and put it to my ear, with a slightly hoarse voice: "An'an."

Mu Anyou smiled at his strange voice: "Brother Mo Zi? I didn't disturb your sleep, did I?"

"No." Chang Mo responded.

"Where are you now?" Mu Anyou asked suspiciously, sensing something was wrong in the other person's voice.

Chang Mo looked at the three big red words - In operation. He remembered what Zhan Aofan said to him before entering the operating room:

——Mozi, don’t tell anyone, especially her!

"I'm at home." Looking back, Chang Mo replied: "What's wrong? Is something wrong?"

"Oh... I just want to ask if you can come to my engagement party tomorrow?" Mu Anyou's soft voice came to my ears through the receiver.

After waiting for a moment but not hearing any response, Mu Anyou tentatively called out: "Brother Mo Zi?"

"Huh?" Chang Mo responded subconsciously.

"I said you must be awake, hey... it's my engagement tomorrow..." Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a voice.

"I will go, I will definitely go." Chang Mo took her words and replied, his eyes dark and unreadable.

"Okay, I'll hang up then. You can go on and catch up on your sleep." Mu Anyou smiled lightly and hung up the phone.

When the word "During Operation" went out, Chang Mo put away his phone and walked quickly to the door.

"Mr. Chang, the operation went very well. We can just transfer it directly to the senior cadre ward." The director of general surgery took off the sterile mask above and said with a smile to the person in front of him.

Chang Mo nodded: "Thank you very much."

“Anywhere, it’s just a matter of a finger’s work!”

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"It's not bad. It seems that the knife was not in vain. There is a little blood on the face." Chang Mo joked about someone lying on the hospital bed.

"Why do I feel so happy when I hear what you say?" Zhan Aofan glanced at him sideways, his lips slightly chapped from being unable to drink water for the time being.

"Well, actually that's what I was thinking." Chang Mo's face was full of undisguised pride and ridicule.

Zhan Aofan thought to himself that he had just finished the operation and couldn't do anything, otherwise he would have to kick him out like this.

"Give me the phone." He whispered, his voice still hoarse from lack of water.

"What? Are you going to make money as soon as you regain your life?" Chang Mo raised his eyebrows.

"Well, make life-saving money." Zhan Aofan said in a nonchalant manner and stretched out an arm.

Chang Mo took out an object from his pocket and threw it into his hand. He looked at the hanging intravenous drip and saw that there was still half a bottle left, and went to the bathroom with confidence. There was a slight sadness in his eyes. He was lying on the hospital bed, surrounded by nothing but him.

No one else...

When I turned on the phone, there were several missed calls. I called them back one by one. After two beeps, the other party quickly picked up the call.

"Mr. Zhan, where are you now?" Ning Kai asked aloud. He had been waiting in front of his house for more than an hour and had not seen the CEO, but he had not received any other instructions.

"I have something to do. I won't be going to the company for the next two days, so you don't need to pick me up."

"Oh, okay." Ning Kai hung up the phone and drove back to the company. He was still wondering, didn't Mr. Zhan say he would have a meeting today? Why suddenly...

After hanging up the phone, Zhan Aofan dialed Li Zizheng, the company's administrative director.

"Mr. Zhan, the meeting is about to start. When will you come over?" Li Zizheng answered the phone and asked.

Zhan Aofan moistened his dry lips and said hoarsely: "Uncle Li, please cancel today's meeting. I'm in the hospital now."

"Hospital?" Li Zizheng was startled and asked urgently: "What's wrong?"

"I just had a minor surgery. Uncle Li, please bring my assistant over later and bring along the documents for today's meeting."

"Okay, Mr. Zhan, you..."

"Don't worry, I'm fine. I'm in the ward now."

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In a very short time, Li Zizheng brought Zhan Aofan's personal assistant Xu Enjie to the ward, said hello to Chang Mo who was sitting on the sofa, and walked to the bed.

Seeing that Zhan Aofan looked good, but he could only lie half-lying on the bed, he was still hesitant to talk about work.

As if he could see the worry in the heart of the person in front of him, Zhan Aofan's expression softened a little, and he chuckled: "Uncle Li, I'm really fine."

Li Zizheng looked at him for a while, and then quickly finished reporting his work. Xu Enjie on the side added a few more points.

"Mr. Zhan, let me stay and take care of you." Li Zizheng thought for a while and said.

"No, Uncle Li, you have to go back and keep an eye on the company. Mozi is here."

Knowing that the president always had opinions, Li Zizheng nodded and left with Xu Enjie.

Seeing the two people disappear, Chang Mo just stood up and walked to him, and asked in a deep voice: "Are you sure you really want me to be here?"

Zhan Aofan glanced at him and said, "What? You don't want to?"

"Well, I really don't want to. If this is a beautiful woman, I will be happy to serve you." After teasing, he wiped away the smile on his face and asked tentatively: "Ao Fan, why don't you give Miss Chen a call?

After all, women have to take care of this kind of thing... You think I am a great man..."

"Forget it, if you have anything to do, just go ahead and I'll ring the bedside bell later." Zhan Aofan shook his head and rejected his proposal.

Hearing this, Chang Mo's face became a little more serious. He squinted his eyes, looked at him for a moment, and asked in a deep voice: "Ao Fan, are the things in the gossip magazines a few days ago true?"

Zhan Aofan raised his lips and smiled: "Why, when did you pay attention to these things?"

"Don't interrupt, I'm asking you seriously, are you really..."

"Well, it's divided." Zhan Aofan interrupted him and nodded.

After knowing each other for so many years, Chang Mo knows when he is joking and when he is serious. It seems...

Her eyes narrowed for a moment, she glanced at him, turned around, and for a long time sighed, like a murmur, but enough for the people in front of her to hear.

"What are you talking about? Since you have decided to get engaged, why can't you just make do with it... You are not a person who can't make do with it." Love is not everything Zhan Aofan has. Chang Mo sees this more than

Everyone knows it.

But, this time...

Zhan Aofan's hand on his side clenched unconsciously. He was silent for a long time before replying hoarsely: "Mozi, it's me... I don't want to escape anymore."

Chang Mo turned his head when he heard the sound, and his eyes fell on him again, only to see him looking out the window, not knowing what he was looking at.

The turmoil in my heart hadn't subsided yet, but I heard his slow whisper again.

"I can no longer lie to myself and tell myself that there is always someone who can take her place, and there is always someone who can take her place in my heart."

"It's too late, Aofan, tell me what you did in those early years..." Chang Mo's voice was filled with a helpless sigh.

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