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Chapter 154 - Night Visits

Mo Cheng was taken aback for a moment, but he quickly recovered. The man before him had an unpredictable temper, making him hard to fathom.

However, he still thanked him in his heart. If it wasn't for Yu Cen Ran, his father might not have lived past this quarter.

Mo Cheng changed his posture and crossed his long, muscular legs, "No matter what, you are the benefactor of the Mo family. In a few days, you will be better off, I will get someone to send you to the sanatorium to rest."

Yu Cen Ran narrowed her eyes, the disdain and unhappiness in her eyes became even more intense. What, did the Mo Clan think that he, Yu Cen Ran, couldn't afford to pay for the sanatorium?

Yu Cen Ran closed her eyes and chuckled coldly, "No need, the operation is done. I will be returning home in a few days." Finally, he added: "Take my own private jet."

Mo Cheng: "…"

Mo Cheng was speechless, how did he find that his concerned words became a mockery in Yu Cen Ran's eyes? It seemed like this man did not have any intention of talking to him, forget it, the atmosphere became quiet again. Mo Cheng folded his hands behind his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

In fact, there were some doubts in his heart. Nanqiao was the biological daughter of his father, Mo Shaohai, so it was natural for him to succeed in matching the bone marrow. However, Yu Cen Ran and Mo Shaohai were neither related nor blood relations, so how could he succeed in matching up?

What if Yu Cen Ran and Nanqiao were related by blood?

As he sat quietly in the ward, Mo Cheng's thoughts drifted to a distance of 108,000 miles. His brain was opened wide, and he was shocked by his own thoughts. Mo Cheng raised his eyes and secretly glanced at Yu Cen Ran.

Yu Cen Ran's eyes were closed, and her temples were throbbing. She was not in a good mood, and Mo Cheng could clearly feel his agitation and anxiety.

He noticed that when Yu Cen Ran was in a bad mood, her lips would form a straight line, as if she didn't want to pay attention to anyone.

Was it really the temperament of a rich young master?

Just then, Yu Cen Ran suddenly opened her eyes. She was caught off guard. Mo Cheng touched his nose and felt a little awkward.

At this time, Yu Cen Ran's thin lips twitched as his lips curved up in a mocking smile. He coldly snorted and then said, "I'm going to see South Bridge."

"What do you want to see her for?" Mo Cheng furrowed his brows and subconsciously resisted.

"Hehe." Yu Cen Ran's face was filled with displeasure as she said coldly, "Didn't you say that I'm your benefactor? Why? Can't I satisfy your benefactor with just this little request?"

The area below the shoulder, along with the bones, began to release pain which spread to his limbs. It seemed that the effect of the anesthetic was gradually losing effect.

His bones were filled with rheumatism, and Yu Cen Ran's mood was even worse. Her grave face was as black as the bottom of a pot. "Don't worry, she won't find me. I'll be home in a few days. It should be fine to see the last time."

After all, he was here to look for the South Bridge. According to Yu Cen Ran's original character, she was supposed to bring the South Bridge back. Now that this kind of request had come along, it was already a compromise.

Mo Cheng nodded his head, expressing his understanding. "Tonight, Nanqiao will stay at the hospital to take care of Father."

"Yes."

In the intensive care unit.

Unlike the well-built Yu Cen Ran, the older Mo Shaohai's condition was more critical even though he had an operation. He could not be transferred to the ordinary ward for the time being, and could only stay in the intensive care unit, taking turns guarding it day and night to deal with any and all unexpected situations.

The South Bridge returned to the hotel and changed into a comfortable set of clothes. On the sofa beside, there was a bag of things for staying the night. He took them out and placed them one by one, then picked up a set of towels, wetting Mo Shaohai's face and wiping his hands.

At that moment, she heard a small sound, not too loud, but discernible. She walked over and opened the door, and the South Bridge immediately frowned.

A row of men in black stood at the door of the ward, their heads held high and their chests puffed up.

He knew the South Bridge, wasn't this the group that usually followed him around?

The person in the lead turned his head and bowed towards the south bridge, respectfully greeting, "Greetings Miss South Bridge!"

The others also followed suit and shouted, "Greetings Miss Nanqiao!"

Three black lines immediately appeared on his forehead. He put his finger between his lips, indicating for them to quiet down. Nan Qiao thought that if he saw them during the day and discovered them when he went to the toilet at night, he would probably be scared to death by them.

He walked a little further away and stood in front of the French windows on the third floor with his hands on the handrail. He looked towards the hospital and picked up his cell phone to call Mo Cheng. "Aren't you exaggerating?"

Nanqiao rolled his eyes. Was he afraid that she would run away, or that she would fly away?

Mo Cheng explained on the other side, "This is not only for your safety, but also for Father. When Father was young, he had many enemies in the business world, so we can't let down our guard right now."

"Fine."

After hanging up the phone, he held his phone tightly. He glanced back at the stiff and unsmiling face of the man in black, then raised his hand to support his forehead.

At this time, the black-clothed leader's phone vibrated and he picked it up. The person on the other side seemed to have said something and the black-clothed man nodded in agreement. From his respectful attitude, Nan Qiao guessed that it was Mo Cheng.

However, she had no interest in guessing the content.

She turned her head and read that it was time for dinner. She was not hungry, but the baby could not be hungry. She walked gracefully towards the dining room on the south side of the bridge.

After dinner, when South Bridge returned, he bought some liquid food from the porridge shop below the hospital. His father had surgery, so the hard food was definitely not edible, and it was not conducive to recovery. He glanced at the menu and ordered his favorite field chicken porridge.

However, even though the porridge had turned cold from seven in the morning to midnight, Mo Shaohai showed no signs of waking up. His eyes were tightly shut, and the cold breathing apparatus on his mouth seemed to have caused his white hair to grow even more after the operation.

His heart ached as he crawled from the bottom of his heart to his chest. The fear of losing his loved ones accumulated in his heart, but it didn't lessen in the slightest. He stretched out his arm and placed his pale hands on his face. "Father, you must get better!"

After staring at Mo Shaohai for a while, he still didn't open his eyes. It was as though he was in a deep sleep, and he didn't know when he would wake up.

Then he came back, sat down, and quietly sat by the bed, holding his father's hand, praying to himself.

That night, Yu Cen Ran propped herself up and looked at the IV tube on the back of her hand. She then pulled out the needle and got off the bed.

The hospital corridor was cold at night. Yu Cen Ran held a woolen coat over her arm. With a smile, she put it on and moved her long legs. Soon, she arrived outside Mo Shaohai's room.

Frowning, Yu Cen Ran's eyes were cold and gloomy. Her eyes were as cold as a ghost as they swept across the people standing outside the room.

A sneer came out of his thin lips, but it was filled with disdain. While he was thinking about how to avoid these people, a man in black robes bowed in Yu Cen Ran's direction and made a path for him.

It seemed like Mo Cheng had given his regards.

Yu Cen Ran placed her big hands on the doorknob and slightly turned it. The door opened with a click and a slight creaking sound.

In the middle of the ward, Nanqiao was lying bent over the sickbed, her face resting on the white sheet. She slept soundly, but her sleeping posture was not very comfortable.

Yu Cen Ran's eyes narrowed, her gaze fell on the woman's slender back. She took off her coat, walked over, and draped it over her shoulders.

Yu Cen Ran's deep black eyes locked onto South Bridge's body. She then moved her lips and said with a tone full of boundless love, "Stupid woman …"

Perhaps because the coat was too warm, Nanqiao mumbled a few words in her sleep, but she couldn't hear what they were saying. Perhaps because the coat was too warm, Nanqiao mumbled a few words in her sleep, but she couldn't hear what they were saying.

With a light snort, South Bridge rubbed against his palm. It was lazy like a kitten, and its cheeks were dyed pink. There was a faint color in its whiteness, and its sleeping appearance was beautiful.

Yu Cen Ran's Adam's apple rolled up and down as his eyes became burning hot. His gaze then landed on the man lying on the sickbed not far away. His heart was instantly doused by a bucket of cold water.

Shifting his gaze away, Yu Cen Ran looked at the South Bridge in his dreams. His gaze softened as he tried to suppress the clamor in his heart and his inappropriate thoughts.

Bending down slightly, Yu Cen Ran placed one hand on the waist of the South Bridge while the other hand placed near her calf. She exerted a little strength and carefully picked up the woman in her arms and placed her on the sofa on the other side.

"Okay." Yu Cen's eyebrows creased into a deep frown. The wounds on his body had not fully healed, and as soon as he exerted a little strength, the pain near his ribs suddenly contracted as if several pieces had been crushed by the wheels.

Yu Cen Ran gritted her teeth and tried her best to keep her steps steady and even so that the woman in her embrace wouldn't wake up.

The sofa was soft and cozy, while the person leaning on it was even warmer and soft. The South Bridge hummed a few times, and then suddenly wrapped its arms around Yu Cen Ran's neck and buried its face in his neck.

She was like a koala, hanging on his body.

After trying a few times, he couldn't do anything about it. Yu Cen Ran's thin lips curled up slightly as she fell onto the sofa with the woman. Her long fingers gently pinched a strand of hair and pushed it behind her ear.

Yu Cen Ran crossed her long legs. She was holding her most beloved woman in her arms. Her eyes were soft as she looked at the South Bridge. It was unknown what she was thinking about.

After a while, Yu Cen Ran raised her hand and placed her big, warm hands on his stomach, stroking it gently. Her movements and strength were very gentle, and the temperature of her palm was also rising slowly; it was very hot, very hot.

"Okay!" Nanqiao snorted and felt very comfortable.