Su Mohan looked at the bowl on the coffee table and was stunned, then turned his head to look at Concubine Ye who was gnawing on a carrot, not knowing what she meant.

After waiting for a few minutes, Concubine Ye gnawed off half of the carrot and ate a tomato, Su Mohan tentatively sat on the carpet and took the half bowl of noodles she pushed aside, and ate it with her head down.

Concubine Ye's afterglow quietly glanced at him, and a touch of affection crossed her eyes.

Sometimes she thinks it's him who's crazy, and sometimes she thinks she's crazy.

While struggling to escape from his affectionate whirlpool, he is irrepressibly sinking.

Thinking about this journey, she should really be afraid of him, afraid that he will kill without blinking, afraid that he will be ruthless if he turns his face, and even afraid that he will hurt their children, afraid that he will strangle himself in the next moment.

But at this moment, looking at the man in front of her who was buried in eating his leftover noodles, she really couldn't be afraid.

In fact, when she thought that he and Ye Ya had received a marriage certificate, her heart felt like it had been hollowed out, she wanted to do it, she wanted to make trouble, she wanted to vent, and she wanted to take revenge on him countless times the pain she had suffered.

But when she really saw his eyes full of hurt and full of pain, she was not happy at all, but more and more distressed.

She didn't know what to do, and she couldn't control her frequent sudden breakdowns and outbursts, she was like a sick person, venting on her old illness, waiting for someone's salvation.

Su Mohan raised his head from the bowl, some fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, I don't know if it was because he was in a hurry to eat, his face was a little better, and he was a little bloody.

Looking up at Concubine Ye on the side, I don't know if it's because of the fever, her little face is a little red, and the lips that are gnawing on the carrot are also dyed with a layer of crimson, but he will think it is surprisingly good-looking.

Su Mohan got up and took the bowl, poured a cup of hot water and put it in front of Concubine Ye.

Concubine Ye glanced at the water cup in front of her, but still didn't touch the thing he gave her, wrapped in the quilt and shrunk in the corner of the sofa, her already swollen eyes were heavy, and she fell asleep again unconsciously.

Su Mohan got up and picked her up, turned around and sent her to the bedroom, threw a towel on her forehead, and asked someone to bring some soju over, and helped her wipe her limbs after soaking the towel.

A short time later, the phone rang again.

Su Mohan helped Concubine Ye cover the quilt and walked out with a frown.

Seeing that the phone call showed Chu Zheng, his brows furrowed a little tighter.

"Master, early this morning, Song Zhenhai and Ye Tiancheng respectively joined forces to suppress our stocks and the company, and now they are ......"

"You've been removed from office."

Without waiting for Chu Zheng to finish speaking, Su Mohan hung up the phone directly.

Chu Zheng, who was lying on the hospital bed at the other end, had a dark face and an obscure heart.

The black eagle who was practicing the flying knife stunt with an apple on the side of the hospital bed glanced at him and chuckled: "Look at your virtue, you are like a resentful woman who has been abandoned by a man......"

"Get out of here." Chu Zheng had a calm face, with a touch of impatience on his face.

Black Eagle looked at the wounds on his body, and his big hand with black leather gloves couldn't help but press on Chu Zheng's thigh when he was shot, and Chu Zheng immediately snorted, and a lot of sweat beads oozed from his forehead.

"You said that you have become lame, and you are still so arrogant, don't you know that there is a saying that those who know the times are handsome?" Black Hawk looked at the blood stains on his black leather gloves and opened his mouth as he removed them.