Young Master Mo’s Gentle Kiss: Wife, Won’t You Accept It?

Naturally, Wen Yi was not the first to know about this. It was Mo Shichen who received the news the first time. After he placed Li's father in Jiangcheng, he left his personal number for the person in charge. Five minutes after the incident, he Received a call.

Father Li fell to his death.

To be more precise, he committed suicide by jumping off the building.

Mo Shichen was in a meeting when he received the call. The phone was muted, and the screen of the first call came on. He glanced at it and then cut it off. In less than ten seconds, a text message came in.

[Mr. Mo, Mr. Li, he... jumped off the building. 】

When he saw this sentence, his pupils shrank violently, and then the whole person's aura suddenly changed slightly, cold and tense, and his original mild expression also became indifferent.

The people at a conference table looked at his face and raised their heart inexplicably.

He stared at the text message for a few seconds, until the phone screen went dark automatically.

Mo Shichen didn't show any speculations on the spot, he only faintly arranged the next task arrangement in an orderly manner, briefly stated the things that needed to be explained, and then ended the meeting ahead of schedule.

He called the phone back when he got out of the conference room, his voice was so cold that it made people feel oppressive, "What happened?"

It was obvious that the people on the mobile phone were panic and nervous. After all, this was not a trivial matter. What's more, there was a power that they could not afford to offend. "I...we don’t know. The nurse gave Li at noon today. The old man left the ward for a few minutes after the routine check-up last night, and he...opened the window and jumped down."

The man said indifferently, "What about people?"

"Sorry Mr. Mo... Mr. Li died on the spot."

Death on the spot, no unexpected answer.

Mo Shichen's voice turned cold completely, "I'll spend money to let you take care of others, so you will give me such a result, OK, when I get to Jiangcheng, if you can't give me a satisfactory explanation, I think your hospital will also use it. No need to continue driving."

When the words fell, he no longer gave the opportunity to talk over there, and directly cut off the call.

He threw the phone on the desk, put his hands on the desk, bowed his head and closed his eyes. After a few seconds, he opened his eyes again, called Kangding in, and calmly ordered him to book a ticket and arrange the schedule.

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When Wen Yi received a call from Mo Shichen before leaving, she was inserting a white rose——

Because Mo Shichen gave her a large bouquet of roses before, and then when she fiddled with her, she wondered how to insert to be beautiful. After studying and studying, she became a little interested. Then the man wanted to satisfy her "thirst for knowledge" for "new knowledge." ", send flowers to her every day, let her feel for herself.

She saw the phone rang on the side and looked down subconsciously.

Prince Mo.

She put aside the work she was doing, and answered the phone without thinking, "Aren't you time for work now, can you ask me for something?"

His tone was dull, unusual, "Mrs."

"Ok?"

He said lightly, "Something happened in Jiangcheng, I will handle it, you will wait for me at home."

Wen Yi was startled, "What's the matter?"

After a moment of silence, the man still answered, "Qian Rui's father has passed away."

Wen Yi was completely stunned this time.

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After Mo Shichen briefly explained his work, he went directly from the company to the airport and drove Jiangcheng. The time was almost seamless. After Wen Yi heard the news from him on the phone, he stopped talking. .

For a while, she didn't know what to say.

When she came back again, Mo Shichen was already on the plane.

After the phone was hung up, she had no other thoughts for a while, and sat down blankly, looking at the quiet and delicate white roses on the table.

Passed away?

How did you pass away... was it a natural death from illness or aging, or because of...

For a few moments, she wanted to call Jiang Cheng to inquire. Although she was in Paris, she wanted to find out about something, but it was just a few words, but this thought went around in her mind. Still give it up.

What does it have to do with her.

Besides, she didn't want to intervene in the people and affairs related to Li Qianrui, let her intervene, and she could not do anything good.

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As soon as Mo Shichen arrived in Jiangcheng, the hospital was already ready to welcome him.

He didn't order, and Father Li's body stopped in the hospital morgue, not daring to decide anything privately.

Mo Shichen drove directly from the airport to the hospital. The leader of the hospital led the way down to the mortuary and looked at the corpse. His aura was cold and his expression was indifferent. He barely spoke during the whole process, which made the accompanying leader in this late autumn sky. All have a cold sweat.

After leaving the morgue, he said lightly, "The body is temporarily preserved, and waits for his daughter to come to see him for the last time."

"Okay, President Mo."

In the end, he lifted his eyelids, turned his body sideways, projected his indifferent gaze on the dean, and said flatly, "Now I will give you three minutes to explain the time, why I leave it to the person you take care of, Will jump off the building."

A few people looked at each other for a while, until Mo Shichen's eyes showed impatience, the dean bit his head and opened his mouth, "Failing to take care of Mr. Li...it was the fault of our nurse, but Mr. Li jumped off the building. The reason, according to the suicide note written by the nurse who took care of him during this period...it should be...it is related to your wife."

Fluctuations finally appeared on the man's face that had not seen emotions. He narrowed his eyes, his tone of voice was still extremely weak, "Oh?"

The nurse taking care of Li's father has been brought over.

The dean quickly handed the suicide note to Mo Shichen with both hands.

He glanced at the nervous and anxious Dean, took his long fingers, looked down, and spit out a word, "Say."

After a few seconds, someone understood that he meant to let the nurse speak.

He watched and listened.

Not to mention the usual things like this, the doctor-patient relationship is also choking, and there is still such a person behind him, although this man has never been stern from beginning to end, but standing there silently is enough to make people nervous.

The nurse squeezed her hands tightly, "This...for more than a week, Mr. Li will call...a Miss Wen every day, but after receiving it twice... , And then Mr. Li asked me...teach him to send text messages..."

"Old people don’t use text messages very much...a text message takes a long time, and he doesn’t let me help him...sometimes all day... he keeps compiling and sending text messages... but that Miss Wen... seems I have never returned..."

"Mo, Mr. Mo... After you came last time, Mr. Li's condition was a little better, but these days because of phone calls... His spirit is getting worse and worse. I was still talking to Mr. Li's attending doctor. The student discusses whether I want to tell you, but I didn't expect... Mr. Li... would not think about it."

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