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Gong Wan’er laughed and ignored Mo Zhaoyun. After a while, she also slowly fell asleep.

Mo Zhaoyun saw that Gong Wan’er was sleeping unstably with his hands on his head, shaking his head, he walked to Gong Wan’er's side and carried her to the sofa.

"Night, you will regret this one day."

With that, Mo Zhaoyun kissed Gong Wan’er on the forehead, and then sat on the chair and began to nap.

Night had fallen into silence at this moment. Unknowingly, Gong Wan’er's brain had become more and more clear-headed, and he slowly sank into darkness.

"Summoning Yun, hurry up and go. You can definitely save Xuan Xuan."

"Mn, my blood type is the same as Xuan Xuan's."

"Because..."

Every sentence flashed past Gong Wan’er's mind, and one scene after another seemed to flash through Gong Wan’er's memory like it was a movie.

Finally, Liu Beibei walked over from afar, smiled, and said to Gong Wan’er: "Evening, I've discovered that Xuan Xuan looks similar to your CEO."

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Suddenly, Gong Wan’er woke up from his dream, cold sweat trickling down his forehead.

She walked to Xuan Xuan's side and gently covered him with a blanket, her gaze sweeping across his face.

It was unknown if it was because of their mental state, but at this moment, Gong Wan’er looked at Xuan Xuan, then looked at Mo Zhaoyun, their eyes really resembled each other!

Gong Wan’er unconsciously sat on a chair to the side, making a sound that woke Mo Zhaoyun up.

When Mo Zhaoyun saw Gong Wan’er, who seemed to have lost his soul, his heart tightened. He immediately went to Gong Wan’er's side and asked softly, "Evening, what's wrong?"

Gong Wan’er couldn't speak for a while, he could only push Mo Zhaoyun to the side mechanically as a string in his heart tensed.

"Wan-er, what's going on? Have you had a nightmare? " Mo Zhaoyun asked anxiously, and could not help but want to hug Gong Wan’er tightly.

"Don't touch me!" Gong Wan’er pushed Mo Zhaoyun away.

Mo Zhaoyun was pushed to the side, feeling anxious but seemingly unable to do anything, he stood there and observed Gong Wan’er in front of his.

Gong Wan’er's mind was in a mess, like a pot of porridge. When the chopsticks were stirring, he could not see the main point.

"Don't follow me!" She felt very depressed. Suddenly, she stood up and rushed out of the sickroom.

Hearing this, Mo Zhaoyun slowly retracted his steps that he was about to take. In his heart, he had a thought to tell him that once night knew, the truth would be revealed.

Somehow, Mo Zhaoyun's mouth formed a bitter smile.

The night was getting late, and the moonlight poured into the ward, making the night seem all the more peaceful.

Mo Zhaoyun gently opened the door of the ward, and discovered that Gong Wan’er was sleeping on the chair in front of the door. He approached and slowly squatted, looking at Gong Wan’er. Even though he was asleep, Gong Wan’er still frowned, showing a painful expression.

"Evening." Mo Zhaoyun gently called out, he smoothed out Gong Wan’er's brows and then sat down beside her.

After an unknown period of time, Mo Zhaoyun slowly stood up and picked him up.

"Let's go home."

Mo Zhaoyun said softly as he carried Gong Wan’er and left the hospital, leaving behind many many unspeakable emotions.

… ….

The next day, as the sun slowly poured into the bedroom, the curtains danced with the wind, and the clock on the table ticked.

Gong Wan’er who was lying on the bed slowly opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was the ceiling, and he knew that he had returned home.

She stared at the ceiling for a few seconds, then slowly closed her eyes again, her face calm.

Mo Zhaoyun, who had made breakfast for Gong Wan’er, entered his bedroom and discovered that he was still sleeping.

He quietly changed his clothes and wrote a note under the alarm clock.

He stood up, looked at the still "sleeping" Gong Wan’er, smiled, and bent over to kiss her forehead.

Then he left home. The whole process was completed in one go.

After hearing the door close, Gong Wan’er slowly opened his eyes. She sat up and took the note in her hand.

Wife, I made you breakfast. If you get cold, remember to warm up.

The signature was' Love your summoning '.

As Gong Wan’er looked at the word "wife", his eyes felt sore and his heart was choked with air. He didn't know what to say and felt sad looking at the two words "wife".

She knew, in fact, that all this was her own idea, and that she had neither seen nor testified to it.

Maybe none of this was that serious.

Thinking about it this way, Gong Wan’er's heart was no longer as depressed.

After finishing breakfast, Gong Wan’er went to the hospital, only to find that the moxa had arrived a long time ago.

"Evening, why didn't you stay at the hospital to take care of Xuan Xuan?" When moxa saw Gong Wan’er, he started to complain.

"When I came here just now, Xuan Xuan said that he wanted to go to the toilet. He's been holding it in for a long time." The moxa added.

Hearing that, Gong Wan’er hurriedly said: "I'm sorry Mom, seeing that I'm too tired, Zhong Yun sent me back home."

moxa shook her head, she did not say a word and turned away to take care of Xuan Xuan.

With moxa here, Gong Wan’er had a free time. She had nothing to do no matter where she went.

She wandered around the hospital and unknowingly walked to the blood center. Somehow, she walked into an office.

"Hello." The doctor looked at Gong Wan’er amiably.

Gong Wan’er laughed, then sat opposite the doctor, seemingly a little uncomfortable.

"Hello, what do you want to ask?"

"I... I would like to ask, must the child have the same blood type as the parents? " Gong Wan’er opened his mouth, but the blood type shouldn't be able to fool people.

The doctor smiled and said, "That's not necessarily true. If the parents are type A and type B, then the child may be type A or type B or type AB, or maybe even type O. For people who are not related by blood, the blood type may also be the same. "

"What about your father? Is it possible that the child is also an "O" type? "

"It's possible, but it depends on your mother's blood type." the doctor replied with a smile.

Gong Wan’er nodded his head blankly. He seemed to understand, but he also didn't seem to understand.

The doctor looked at Gong Wan’er who seemed to be in a daze, and asked: "Any other questions?"

Gong Wan’er came back to reality and laughed: "I'm fine, thank you doctor."

With that, Gong Wan’er stood up and left the doctor's office.

She sat down on a chair near the door. Mo Zhaoyun and moxa both knew about Xuan Xuan's blood type …

Suddenly, a voice rang out in his dazed mind.

"Why are you still here?" There was a smile in the doctor's voice.

Gong Wan’er looked at the doctor, and without knowing what to say, he took his bag and left the blood center.

Just as he reached the door of Xuan Xuan's sickroom, Gong Wan’er's phone rang. She took out her phone and saw that it was Gong Jiande.

This is bad! I didn't ask for leave.

She pressed the answer button, and then Gong Jiande's voice came out: "Evening, why haven't you come to the company yet!"

"Xuan Xuan is hospitalized, I'll take care of him here."

"Hurry up and come to the company. Something went wrong with your project."

Gong Wan’er was shocked, he hung up the phone and immediately went to Miyagi.

When she arrived at Miyagi, she found Gong Jiande waiting for her with a group of executives in the meeting room.

She slowly walked closer. After all, she had never seen such a big scene. She whispered, "Dad, what's wrong?"

Gong Jiande shook his head, and threw a document in front of Gong Wan’er.

Gong Wan’er opened the document and saw that it was a project that they had been working on recently. She did not see anything amiss and stared at Gong Jiande in puzzlement, wanting an answer.

Gong Jiande opened his mouth and said: "Evening, you also know that this is the biggest project of our company, how can you be so careless? Before they could even investigate each other's background, they had already signed a contract with them. Now, 50% of the Miyagi's liquid funds have been invested into this project, and are unable to be taken out. "

After staying in Miyagi for so long, Gong Wan’er understood the meaning behind Gong Jiande's words. In short, due to her mistake in making the decision, the Miyagi was in danger, and he did not know when this danger would be resolved.

"Dad, I'm sorry." Gong Wan’er said with guilt.

Gong Jiande shook his head, his face was filled with helplessness as he sat down heavily on the chair. A few minutes later, Gong Jiande said: "These are all the company's talents. Follow them for a few days and see if this final rescue will work."

Gong Wan’er nodded and bowed deeply towards the group of executives.

spent the entire day in the meeting room, participating in discussions, or adding water for the executives. In the end, they came up with a more suitable plan.

"Thank you." Gong Wan’er said with a smile.

After the group of people left, only Gong Wan’er remained in the conference room. It was only after a whole day that she finally had the slightest bit of free time.

She walked slowly to the French window. She was just a small person. But today, it seemed as if God had put all the pain into her, her career, her marriage.

She took out her phone, dialed Mo Zhaoyun's number, and gave him a call.

"Bebe."

"My CEO's wife, what can I do for you?" Saying that, Liu Beibei smiled.

Hearing Liu Beibei's smile, Gong Wan’er instantly gave up on the idea of wanting to pour out his heart, and instead of letting Liu Beibei keep him company, she opened her mouth and said: "It's fine, I just want to ask what you're doing."

"I'm playing, I'll tell you in secret, with a handsome guy!"

Gong Wan’er laughed, and then silently hung up and closed the phone.

She took her bag and slowly walked out of Miyagi. Facing all the roads, she didn't know where to go … …

… ….

At this time, Mo Zhaoyun was in his office. After an entire day, he was also exhausted.

Suddenly, there was a rhythmic knocking at the door.

"Enter."

After that, Mo Zhi walked in with a nervous expression that he normally wouldn't have.

"What's wrong?" Mo Zhaoyun asked.

"Boss Mo, there is something that I don't know whether or not I should say."

"Speak."

Mo Zhi straightened his posture and slowly spoke out, "This morning, Miyagi was in danger. In a few days, if we do not handle it well, the Miyagi will face collapse. "