Chapter 923

Su Mohan reached out his hands and groped for it. Two minutes later, he scraped a cup of warm water on the coffee table with his fingers. After he was dizzy and wet with several pills, he rolled to the floor.

Then, the leg hit the edge of the tea table, although the force is not big, but because there is a wound on the leg, so Su Mohan still can't control to one side.

One side of the housekeeper rushed to help him, but once again was pushed away by Su Mo Han: "get out!"

The housekeeper saw that he had regained his stability, and then he retreated to one side again and quietly picked up the broken glass on the ground without speaking.

Su Mohan stood beside the tea table angrily, but could not judge which direction he should go next!

Did he really become a waste!

A waste that can't even tell the direction!

Su Mo Han tightly clenched his fist and took a few steps with his feeling, but obviously, he still couldn't find the exact position of the sofa, and finally bumped into the armrest of the sofa again.

Su Mo Han hung down his head, closed his eyes, and looked dispirited.

So even his own despised waste, ye Fei really will he?

For a time, Su Mo Han was born a fear for no reason. Will ye Fei leave and not come back? Would you have wanted to get rid of him?

"What about her? How long has she been gone? Why don't you come back? " Su Mo Han suddenly raised his head to the housekeeper.

Looking at this, the housekeeper sighed softly: "my wife has been there for about three hours. It should be a while before I can come back. Do you need me to call my wife?"

Smell speech, Su Mo Han slightly calm down, shake his head way: "no, I go downstairs to wait for her."

The housekeeper pushed the wheelchair and pushed Su Mo han to the door of the building.

Su Mohan sat in his wheelchair and looked at the distance all the time, even if his eyes could reach it, it was dark.

He did not want to let Ye Fei know, did not want to let her see his irritability and uneasiness, did not want to let her know his fear, he hoped that in her eyes, he would always be the appearance of the past, rather than the panic at the moment.

When ye Fei returned to the mansion, as soon as she got out of the car, she saw Su Mohan sitting in front of the building. She didn't know how long he had been sitting here with a thin layer of frost on his body.

Ye Fei closes the door and steps forward quickly. Hearing the familiar sound of footsteps, Su Mo Han's eyes brighten a little, and suddenly stands up from the wheelchair and looks at the direction of people.

"Why are you sitting here? I don't know how to wear more clothes... " Ye Fei grabs his big cold hand, frowns, presses him back to the chair, and pushes him back into the building.

"Not bad." Su Mo Han spoke softly.

Fortunately, his ear is covered with ice cold.

Help him to wipe off the thin frost on his body, ye Fei gently told: "next time don't wait outside, now it's freezing, and it's not good to catch a cold again."

"Well."

Su Mo Han should a, only hear her voice, he will feel at ease.

A week later, Black Hawk got the scraps of paper hidden by Jiang Huiru from all the paintings. Even in the two paintings collected by the British crown prince, they sent people to explore the frames.

Immediately, Su Mohan immediately asked people to give the prescription to those doctors, and asked them to quickly prepare the prescription and take it to Ye Fei.

After running the eye bank for three times, ye Fei finally called director Liao: "Hello, Miss ye, we have a cornea suitable for Su Shao. We suggest that you'd better arrange for Su Shao to have surgery immediately!"