C150

Chapter 150 - Maybe Not A Good Father

Very quickly, two cups of hot tea were served. A steam rose as his long fingers gripped the blue and white porcelain cup. The refreshing smell of the tea assaulted his nostrils. Mo Cheng was dressed in casual attire, which was less rigid and more casual.

Nanqiao lifted his teacup and took a sip. He still hadn't fully woken up, and upon seeing Mo Cheng's appearance, he was surprised to see the outline of a man slowly overlapping each other. He was shocked by his own thoughts.

Shaking her head again. How could she think of Yu Cen Ran at such a time?

After a long period of silence, Mo Cheng stretched out his finger and shook it in front of South Bridge, "South Bridge?"

"…"

As he received no response, Mo Cheng was rendered speechless. Gradually, he lost his patience and narrowed his eyes. His gaze fell onto the South Bridge's exquisite and delicate face, thinking about something.

Suddenly, he regained his senses and quickly retracted his expression. As he thought about it, he remembered that Mo Cheng was still sitting beside him. Feeling awkward, he said while rubbing his nose, "Sorry, why did you call me just now?"

Mo Cheng replied with a faint smile. A complicated and incomprehensible arc of light quickly flashed across his eyes, then quickly disappeared. Mo Cheng shook his head and said that it was nothing.

The kitchen was quick to move, because Mo Cheng was a regular customer, regular customer, boss and the Lady Boss took care of him, so they put more in the bowls for Mo Cheng and Nanqiao. The fragrant ox-river was served, and Nanqiao's eyes were shining, drooling.

Heaven knows, she hadn't eaten for a day!

He picked up the chopsticks and said, "No need to be polite." Then he buried his head in the chopsticks and started to eat heartily. He really didn't care about his image in front of Mo Cheng at all, eating until oil seeped out of the corner of his mouth.

Mo Cheng shook his head and laughed as he looked at the people around him. He grabbed a tissue with his long arm and wiped the corner of his mouth on the South Bridge. His actions were very intimate.

That's why he did not care about these things, not defending against a man like him. She said, "I am his sister, from this sentence, Mo Cheng knew that it is absolutely impossible for him and the South Bridge to be together."

In his heart, he knew his own limits.

The beef in his mouth was tough, the shredded rice was fresh and delicious and soon came to the bottom. Nanqiao had not eaten her fill yet, so her eyes drifted to the bowl on the other side that had yet to be touched.

After some thought, Nanqiao politely asked, "Mo Cheng, is it because you don't want to eat it that you don't like?"

Hm?

As he was busy looking at the south bridge's sorry state, Mo Cheng actually forgot that he had not touched his share. Mo Cheng acknowledged, but when he saw the unsatisfied and greedy look in the eyes of the south bridge, he shook his head and pushed it in front of her.

South Bridge opened his eyes wide, seeming to want to light up. At the same time, he was also very surprised. Was this meant for her to eat?

Mo Cheng didn't care, he just laughed, "Anyway, I'm not hungry, if you like it, then eat more."

The South Bridge was beaming with happiness as the corner of his eyes slightly curved into a crescent moon. "Then I won't be polite!"

If this was the benefit of having an older brother, South Bridge thought, then she was so happy.

At the table, South Bridge was sitting on a seat, while South Bridge was sitting opposite him. In front of him was an empty bowl and a bowl full of beef rivers. The noodle restaurant was very quiet at night.

The entire restaurant was filled with the fragrance of food. South Bridge was stroking her hair as she ate. Her eating speed was very fast, but it wasn't to the point of being ugly. After all, her posture was quite elegant.

Mo Cheng sat opposite to her, quietly sitting there. Occasionally, he would glance at her and smile faintly in his heart, as though they were getting along pretty well together. However, occasionally, when he thought about it, his mind would wander as he recalled the events of the afternoon.

Afternoon, 3: 30 PM.

After rushing back from the hospital, Mo Cheng received a call from his assistant saying that there was a document of utmost importance and that he had to wait for Elder Mo or Mo Cheng to check it out personally, sign his name, drive all the way back to Sky Group, and go straight to the CEO's office.

Mo Cheng took out the documents and was about to leave when his phone suddenly vibrated. He took it out and looked at it. The name displayed on the caller ID made Mo Cheng frown.

— — Yu Cen Ran?

It was truly a lingering spirit!

Mo Cheng held his phone tightly and looked at the time. It was almost 4 o'clock, but it took him almost an hour to get back.

Feeling displeased, Mo Cheng pressed the answer button and his tone wasn't very good either, "Mr Yu, what can I do for you?"

From the other side, a low and deep voice mixed with electromagnetic waves was transmitted over. Similarly, a cold and unhappy voice could be heard, "You'd better be a bit more polite."

Pausing for a moment, with a hint of pride in his tone, he continued: "Matching, I've succeeded."

"What did you say!"

Mo Cheng's body shuddered and he suddenly stopped walking. His eyes were wide open and he slightly narrowed his eyes, as if he was considering the authenticity of Yu Cen Ran's words.

Yu Cen Ran was suddenly in a good mood and repeated, "I have succeeded in matching up. Your old man is saved. You don't believe me? It's not like I'm the one to die. "

Mo Cheng cursed under his breath. This man's way of speaking was really unpleasant to listen to!

However, from the sound of it, it didn't sound fake at all. [If Yu Cen really can save father's life …]

Mo Cheng clenched his fists. It was rare for him to fly into a rage without saying a few words. He hurried out to meet Cen Ran. The Sky Group happened to be in the center of Manhattan, so it was convenient to go back and forth.

Half an hour later.

Mo Cheng sat in the corner and waited. His initial shock and disbelief were replaced by his present calmness. He raised his wrist and looked at the clock. It had been so long. Mo Cheng braced himself and continued to wait.

The coffee on the table was ordered half an hour ago, but it was already cold now. Mo Cheng picked it up and took a sip, frowning, then raised his hand and poured the coffee into the vase.

Suddenly, a deep, magnetic male voice came from above: "Daiyu Burial Flower, always watering it with coffee, it's really quite interesting."

His chest heaving up and down, Mo Cheng suddenly turned his head over, while Yu Cen Ran was neither panicking nor anxious. He slowly walked to the side of his seat with his long legs crossed and his broad back leaning back.

Mo Cheng's heart was filled with anger. He had waited for so long, and Yu Cen Ran had spoken sarcastically to his father the moment he arrived. But now, he was his only hope to save his father!

Mo Cheng clenched his hands, which were resting on his knees, and loosened them again. Then, he raised his hand towards the waiter, "Two more cups of warm coffee. espresso, please. Thank you."

Yu Cen Ran scoffed coldly and pursed her lips, "I only drink coffee, no milk, no sugar."

"Sure, one cup of espresso and one cup of black coffee."

Mo Cheng raised his eyes and glanced at the man in front of him. His expression was normal. His large, expensive hands hooked up together and lightly knocked on the table, producing a crisp sound.

Mo Cheng gritted his teeth, hesitated for a moment, and went straight to the point, "Yu Cen Ran, what do you want?"

Yu Cen Ran raised her eyebrows and quickly understood what Mo Cheng meant. She was not angry and instead smiled, "What can you give me?"

Then, without waiting for an answer, he listed his options. "I have money, wealth, status, power, all of these. As for women, can you give them to me?"

Yu Cen Ran's lips moved as she said in a displeased tone, "Mo Cheng, don't overestimate yourself, and don't challenge my bottom line."

The patience between his brows had already completely disappeared. Yu Cen Ran rolled his eyes and could no longer be bothered to look at Mo Cheng. His words had already made Yu Cen extremely unhappy. What the hell was he, sending beggars away?

He pursed his lips into a straight line and lowered his eyes, silently cursing himself for being an idiot. When he looked up again, Mo Cheng apologized to Yu Cen Ran with a sincere attitude, "Sorry, you are willing to donate your marrow. I thank you very much, and so will South Bridge."

Hearing that woman's name, Yu Cen's handsome eyebrows shot up as ripples appeared in his heart. He was willing to make a bone marrow match, including the bone marrow donation, all for the South Bridge.

If he did so, it would be able to offset the damage the Yu Family had done to the South Bridge. Even if he had to go through thick and thin, Yu Cen Ran would not hesitate to do so.

Then, Mo Cheng opened his mouth and continued, "Yu Cen Ran, you saved South Bridge's father, but this doesn't mean that you can cancel out the damage you did to her. I hope you won't forget."

Yu Cen Ran's gaze was filled with coldness as she shot a cold glare at Mo Cheng. With a sneer, she taunted, "Who do you think you are? Who do you think you are on the South Bridge?"

Chilling air emanated from his body as Yu Cen Ran's chest heaved up and down. Her long fingers clenched into a fist, making a creaking sound as her bones tightened. It was a terrifying sight to behold.

Yu Cen Ran's throat rolled. He really wanted to punch Mo Cheng in the face and smash that annoying face into pieces. He really didn't like Mo Cheng's face as a lesson.

He was merely an orphan picked up by the Mo Clan, a foster son adopted by Mo Shaohai who treated him as a member of the Mo Clan. Now, he was really going to substitute someone else in order to talk to him like a brother-in-law?

Yu Cen Ran narrowed her eyes dangerously as she glanced at Mo Cheng. Her eyes were deep, but what was rare was that she did not lose her temper in the end.

His grip tightened, loosened, tightened, and relaxed again. In just a few seconds, no one knew what kind of change had happened to his thoughts. However, both Yu Cen Ran and Mo Cheng had their own positions, and their positions were the same.

They all hoped that the South Bridge would be happy.

"The Mo family will not lose any of their happiness because of this," Mo Cheng said.

The subtext was that Yu Cen Ran couldn't give the South Bridge the happiness she wanted. She wanted a peaceful day, and the grievances between the two families couldn't be resolved. The knot in her heart couldn't be opened, and the two of them wouldn't be together for long.

Yu Cen Ran took a deep breath and looked away. She glanced at the precious watch on her wrist. Unknowingly, a long time had passed and this meeting was not a pleasant one.

Neither of them took a sip of the coffee that came.

Although Yu Cen Ran's heart wasn't comfortable, he knew that Mo Cheng was telling the truth. He was cold and helpless. "Perhaps, I really am not a good father. I can't build a happy family …"