Su Mohan stretched out his hands and groped for it, and after two minutes, his fingers scraped over the coffee table, scraped a cup of warm water on the coffee table directly, and after soaking a few pills, he rolled to the floor.

Immediately afterwards, the calf hit the edge of the coffee table, although the force was not great, but because there was still a wound on the calf, Su Mohan still fell to the side uncontrollably.

The housekeeper on the side hurriedly stepped forward to support him, but was pushed away by Su Mohan again: "Get out!" ”

Seeing that he had regained his composure, the butler stepped aside again and quietly picked up the broken glass on the ground, without speaking.

Su Mohan stood by the coffee table a little annoyed, but he couldn't judge which direction he should go next!

Has he really become a piece of waste?

A piece of waste that can't even tell the direction!

Su Mohan clenched his fists tightly and took a few steps with his senses, but obviously, he still couldn't find the exact position of the sofa, and finally bumped into the armrest of the sofa again.

Su Mohan lowered his head, closed his eyes tightly, and there was a touch of depression on his face.

Such a waste that even he dislikes, does Concubine Ye really want him?

For a while, Su Mohan actually had a fear for no reason, would Concubine Ye leave and not come back? Could it be that you have long wanted to get rid of him?

"What about her? How long has she been gone? Why haven't you come back yet! Su Mohan suddenly raised his head and spoke to the housekeeper.

The housekeeper looked at him like this and sighed softly: "Madame has been gone for about three hours, and it should take a while to come back, do you need me to call Madame?" ”

Hearing this, Su Mohan calmed down a little, shook his head and said, "No, I'll wait for her downstairs." ”

The housekeeper pushed the wheelchair and pushed Su Mohan to the door of the building.

Su Mohan sat in a wheelchair and always looked into the distance, even if it was dark as far as his eyes could see.

He didn't want Concubine Ye to know, he didn't want her to see his irritability and restlessness, he didn't want her to know his fear, he hoped that in her eyes, he would always be the high-spirited appearance of the past, not the panic and anxiety at the moment.

When Concubine Ye returned to the mansion, she just got out of the car and saw Su Mohan sitting in front of the building, I don't know how long he had been sitting here, with a thin layer of frost on his body.

Concubine Ye closed the car door, walked forward quickly, and heard the familiar footsteps, Su Mohan's eyes lit up a little, and he suddenly stood up from the wheelchair and looked in the direction of the comer.

"Why are you sitting here? I don't know how to wear more clothes...... "Concubine Ye grabbed his cold big hand, frowned and pushed him back into the chair, and hurriedly pushed him back into the building.

"It's fine." Su Mohan spoke softly.

Concubine Ye stretched out her hand to cover his ears, and it was cold in her hand, where is it okay.

Helping him dust off the frost on his body, Concubine Ye whispered: "Don't wait outside next time, if it's freezing today, it's not good to catch a cold again." ”

"Hmm."

Su Mohan answered, and only when he heard her voice would he feel relieved.

A week later, Black Eagle successfully got the scraps of paper that Jiang Huiru had hidden from all the paintings, and even in the two paintings collected by the British ****, they also sent someone to explore the frame.

Immediately, Su Mohan immediately asked people to hand over the prescription to those doctors, and asked them to quickly adjust the prescription and use it for Concubine Ye to take.

And Concubine Ye finally waited for Director Liao's call after running the eye bank three more times: "Hey, Miss Ye, we now have a cornea suitable for Su Shao, and it is recommended that you arrange for Su Shao to have surgery immediately!" ”