C149

Chapter 149 - Stupid to meet her

"South Bridge, you better not run around too much in the future!" With his big hands untying the knots in the bag, Mo Cheng frowned and looked at the South Bridge, pretending to be angry, "Do you know how many big streets and alleys I have wandered to find you? I have dug almost three feet out of the entire United States!"

"It's too exaggerated." Nanqiao covered his mouth and burst out laughing.

However, a sense of loss arose in her heart. For a moment, she really thought of Mo Cheng as Yu Cen Ran. Nan Qiao shook his head and smiled bitterly. That's right, Yu Cen Ran wasn't a god.

Nanqiao was lost in thought. After a moment, he reacted and heard Mo Cheng say, "You must be hungry. After you finish eating, I'll send you back to the hotel to rest early. Today you're scared. Remember to take a hot bath when you get back!"

As he listened to the chatter on, he felt his heart warm up. He nodded his head, "Yes, I understand."

He picked up the chopsticks and slowly put the delicious food into his mouth, chewed it, swallowed it, and focused on eating the food. On the other side, Mo Cheng quietly took out his phone, edited a message, and then quickly pressed the send button.

On the surface, it seemed nothing had happened.

The villa was again deserted. Yu Cen Ran went back to her bedroom. When she came out, she had already changed out of her black windbreaker, a white sweater, and a pair of smoke-colored pants. She looked very relaxed.

The phone on the tea table rang. He picked it up and glanced at it. It was Mo Cheng's text message.

— — South Bridge is fine, don't worry.

The corner of his mouth curled up as he laid down on the sofa. Yu Cen Ran closed her eyes but did not feel the least bit tired. Her mind was still clear.

After repeating this several times, Yu Cen Ran half sat up as she frowned. She raised her eyes and looked around the huge villa. It seemed that the woman was not here and everything seemed so empty.

Uncontrollably, she also thought of South Bridge's sleeping face, the long eyelashes curving upwards, and her small and tender red lips slightly parted. It was extremely alluring.

He really wanted to keep her here, but her teary face forced him to retract his selfish desire. Things were already messy enough, and Yu Cen didn't want to cause any more trouble at this time.

The electronic clock on the wall let out a faint red light and rang twice. The screen showed that it was now two o'clock in the morning.

Yu Cen Ran raised her hand and opened the drawer. The sleeping pills she bought were already gone. It had only been a few days and he had to rely on them every night to get to sleep.

Rubbing his brow with his long fingers, Yu Cen Ran felt a wave of irritation rising in her heart. She took out her cell phone and pressed a button on the screen to send Zhou Yu Chen a message.

Frowning, he pressed his finger on the Delete button, removing all the edited information.

Without any sleep, Yu Cen Ran simply turned on the light. The faint yellow halo of the Swarovski crystal chandelier fell from his head. Yu Cen Ran narrowed her eyes. After getting used to the light, she picked up the remote control, turned on the TV, and jumped onto the Midnight Film Channel.

When the scene of the male and female actors kissing on the screen turned on, Yu Cen Ran changed her position. Her legs gracefully crossed as she crossed her arms in front of her chest. The scene of the kissing was still playing on her screen for more than two minutes.

Ah, what a lonely, empty night.

Mo Shaohai's bone marrow matching is still in progress.

Due to the hospital's announcement that the South Bridge bone marrow match didn't succeed, Mo Cheng sent out all kinds of requests. The newspapers, advertisements, and the internet all wrote that those who managed to match the bone marrow match would be rewarded with a large sum of money.

In addition to Yu Cen Ran's men and charisma, in a short period of time, there was a long line of qualified people in the Manhattan hospital.

From day to night, the machines worked in silence. The bone-marrow workers worked nonstop, and because they didn't have enough manpower, they applied for reinforcements from the branch hospital.

Both sides were trying their best to find a suitable match for the bone marrow type. However, after a week, the number of people who came to find a match were many. However, there were only a few who had a good match, and it was not enough for them to risk their lives for an operation.

Come, come, come. Things here had not been settled yet. No one was in charge of the business in A City. Zhou Yu Chen was the first one to object.

"I say, Young Master Yu, this matter of life and death is not something you can decide. We can't help Old Mo anymore, why don't we just tie him up and bring him back?" Zhou Yu Chen leaned against the wall, his fingers tapping nimbly on the screen of his mobile phone as he played games.

Yu Cen Ran stood by the French window. The hazy moonlight shone through the window, which was split into a small halo by the trees. Most of his body was hidden in the shadows, making it difficult to see his outline.

Seeing no response, Zhou Yu Chen wasn't in a rush either. After a while, he cursed out loud, "Damn! Why did it have to be me again?!"

Placing his hands in his thick hair and scratching his head a few times, he threw his phone into the sofa. Zhou Yuchen howled, but no one answered, so he sat up straight and said seriously, "City A is still better. Young Master Yu, let's go back!"

In this unfamiliar place, he had been killed in a game. What else could he say?

Then, as expected, he received a cold stare from a certain man. Zhou Yu Chen was even more depressed. He stuffed his head into his pillow and said in a low voice, "South Bridge is your woman. You should stay here. Why don't I go first?"

Without hesitation, he replied concisely, "No way."

Zhou Yu Chen howled again.

Suddenly, the phone on the tea table rang. Yu Cen Ran stretched out her arm and picked up the phone, "Yes, it's me, Yu Cen Ran."

Yu Cen Ran's eyebrows shot up as she heard the conversation. Her handsome eyebrows knitted together before stretching out. Her hand that was holding the phone by her ear slowly slid off as her expression turned serious.

Zhou Yu Chen stuck his head out and asked in a strained voice, "What happened?"

Yu Cen Ran looked at him and spoke in a deep and deep voice, "Old Mo, who said that I can't help you?"

Old Mo, Mo Shaohai

Zhou Yu Chen froze for a moment, but quickly recovered. He almost jumped up from his seat. "F * ck! Don't tell me you can't match up to so many people. You're the one who succeeded!"

Yu Cen Ran humphed as she raised her eyebrows with a smile in the corner of her eyes.

Zhou Yu Chen, on the other hand, was livid. He said irritably, "What the f * ck! Young Master Yu owes the South Bridge family something, why do you have to go through all the sufferings!"

His eyes landed on Yu Cen Ran's face. Seeing the joy in his eyes, Zhou Yu Chen's mouth twitched with anger. He didn't even look at Yu Cen Ran as he jumped off the sofa and ran back into the room.

When Yu Cen Ran encountered the South Bridge, his mind went blank!

Yu Cen Ran didn't think anything of it. Her thin lips curled up as she stood in front of the window, gazing at the distant scenery. She suddenly felt that the night sky was very cute, and the twinkling stars also became brighter.

Unconsciously, Yu Cen Ran sat back on the sofa and crossed her legs over the tea table. She held her hands as she thought about what he could do to make up for the damage he had done to her.

And this time, only he could do it for the south bridge.

That day, just for her promise and to be able to fulfill it, a huge sense of satisfaction and success rose up in Yu Cen Ran's heart. This feeling was one of excitement that never came from signing a business contract worth hundreds of millions.

Lifting his hand, he opened the screen of his phone. Yu Cen Ran searched for a number in her contact list and pressed the call button before dialing it.

During this week, Nanqiao caught a cold. His head felt dizzy, and his forehead wasn't burning hot, but he couldn't feel any better. It seemed that the cold wind had blown him to death that day, and there was a sharp pain in his throat, as if there was a fish bone stuck in his throat.

She hadn't expected that a pregnant woman's physique would be so fragile, unable to withstand even the slightest bit of cold!

Perhaps it was the tonsil that had become inflamed. Nanqiao was breathing heavily, and even his breath was boiling hot.

His hands and feet were weak, so he opened the drawer. There was medicine in the cabinet, but when he thought of the child in his stomach, he did not dare take the medicine carelessly. He was surprised at how troublesome it was, so he turned around, went out the door, and slowly drank a cup of boiling water.

One cup after another, after filling his stomach with water, he stood up straight on the bed and turned into a corpse. South Bridge was half dead as he laid on the bed and continued to sleep.

As expected, she saw that it was already close to night outside the window. At this hour, she rubbed her forehead. Recently, whenever she wanted to sleep for a bit, she would sleep until the middle of the night.

It seemed that after having a baby, the sleeping time had increased a lot.

Nanqiao smacked his lips and, with a dry throat that seemed about to burst with smoke, got out of bed. He walked over to the water dispenser, filled a mug with warm water from his mug, and gulped down most of it.

While casually swiping his cell phone through his Moments, he accidentally glanced at the top of his phone. South Bridge couldn't help but widen his eyes. There were more than ten incoming calls, all from the same person.

Mo Cheng.

He tapped open the caller ID and found that it was almost time for lunch. And because he had missed his sleepiness, his stomach rumbled, and he was so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back.

Breathing in the hot air, South Bridge made a call, which was quickly picked up. A slightly hoarse, magnetic voice came over, "Are you awake? Let me take you out for supper, let's go for a round?"

South Bridge bit his lip and thought through the wording. He didn't think that the other side would understand it so well. It was a bit awkward to expose it all at once, and his face reddened. South Bridge laughed dryly and straightforwardly agreed.

Mo Cheng's car quickly appeared in front of the hotel. South Bridge changed into a set of decent clothes, then got into the car and followed Mo Cheng to a noodle shop.

This noodle house looked small and unremarkable. It was located in a small corner of the Chinese District. Nanqiao turned to look at Mo Cheng, who smiled and said, "This restaurant was opened by a couple in Chaozhou. The Wet Fried Bull River inside is pretty good."

Before he could finish his sentence, a gust of wind blew past and Mo Cheng came back to his senses. He found that the South Bridge had already walked in quickly and found a proper place to sit. He was waiting for the owner's order.

Pushing the door open, Mo Cheng walked into the noodle shop. A woman in her forties came out of the kitchen and asked enthusiastically, "Mr. Mo, you're here?"

He turned his head and inadvertently glanced at the South Bridge, who was sitting beside him. He was stunned for a moment before he asked hesitantly, "This is …"

"She's my sister."

"I'm his sister."

Surprisingly, the same words came out of her mouth. The Lady Boss nodded her head and happily took the order before walking back to the kitchen.