Chapter 855 His wife is the ceiling! 2

  Si Mingjing nodded, then shook his head: "Dissolve in warm water, one tablet in three hours."

  She was so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyelids, so she stopped trying to show her strength, and always kept in mind what Master once said: As a doctor, it is very important to treat diseases, but keeping a clear mind is also a traditional Chinese medicine.

  So Si Mingjing didn't refuse. She put three pills in a small bottle and handed them to Mo Yinhe, and went upstairs to sleep by herself. She woke up at twelve o'clock the next morning, her head was very clear.

  After freshening up, she went downstairs to have breakfast.

  Ye Siyuan was basking in the sun in the yard downstairs, and Si Lisao was handling business beside her. Neither of them spoke, but the picture was very warm. Si Mingjing sat in the living room and watched it, enjoying it.

  I can't wait to drag Mo Yinhe to spend time in the yard leisurely like this.

  She called Mo Yinhe and asked him, "Where are you?"

   "In the presidential palace, are you awake?" Mo Yinhe didn't say anything specific, just said: "I have a chat with the president, and he is our matchmaker. Do you want to meet? He wants to meet you."

  Si Mingjing raised his eyebrows: "I have never met Mr. President, how could he become our matchmaker?"

Mo Yinhe smiled, and he said: "I was only twelve years old, and I went to the banquet held by the President with my uncle. At the banquet, I heard that someone had assassinated the President's uncle. I was curious, so I left the banquet hall and walked around in the yard. Turn around, catch a little dragon girl who was chased by the bodyguards and hid everywhere, and took it home without any hassle, do you think Mr. President is our matchmaker?"

  Si Mingjing understood: "You are talking about what happened when I was still Bai Jiusi? I have no memory. Why did I assassinate the president's uncle?"

"I remember you said that it was to avenge your cousin. Your cousin was the president's first love, but the relationship between the two was not tolerated by the Lu family. The president's uncle became a villain in order to separate the two. You were only 11 years old that year. "

Mo Yinhe chatted with her about past gossip, and Si Mingjing had no memory, so he didn't have a strong sense of substitution, but said: "Then I treat him to dinner? By the way, let's talk about the sharing plan of the national childcare policy. When I get Professor Ye done, I still have to live." For Mr. President, it is better to prepare in advance."

  Mo Yinhe laughed again, his voice was magnetic and gentle, very Su: "Mingjing, why do you think I met Mr. President?"

  Si Mingjing's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, she understood, what she thought of, Mo Yinhe had already taken action in advance.

   "So how was your chat?"

   "Your husband is out, what do you think?"

  Si Mingjing also laughed, and she complimented him: "My husband is in charge, everything will be smooth."

  Then she said again: "I went to the hospital to see Grandpa Su after dinner. I happened to be going to the hospital in the afternoon to give Mrs. Liang an injection. In the evening, shall we treat Mr. President to dinner?"

  Mo Yinhe hummed: "I will go to the hospital to pick you up in the evening. Now the hospital is overcrowded by the media, let Song Yuan arrange a helicopter to take you to the hospital to avoid being harassed by the media."

  Because of the Weibo he posted last night, no matter whether it is serious media, self-media, or network anchors, they are flocking to the hospital, wanting to interview and report. Mo Yinhe almost couldn’t get out of the hospital that Mo Yinhe left in the morning.

   "I see, I'll call Su Cheng first to confirm the situation of grandpa."

  After speaking, Si Mingjing cut off the phone, and she called Su Cheng.

  Su Cheng said: "Grandpa hasn't woken up yet."

"I am going now."

   After eating and drinking enough, Si Mingjing took the helicopter to the Third Hospital, took the elevator directly from the top floor to the VIP ward, and was not harassed by the media. She never thought that there were several neurologists waiting for her in the ward.

  (end of this chapter)