Mao Qian curled his mouth and continued: "However, the old lady's mouth is really tight, and I haven't said a bad thing, brother, I think she is still very wary of me. She doesn't trust me at all."

Feng Xiao moved his stiff body, his eyes fell on An Mu who came out of the ward, and then slowly said: "Of course the fox's tail will not be exposed so quickly. The next step is to test your acting skills."

Mao Qian coughed: "But if the sister-in-law really cares, you have to help me say something nice."

The corner of Feng Xiao's lips hooked slightly: "She won't."

The trust in the words is undoubtedly exposed.

Mao Qian's hand holding the phone stiffened slightly, and the smile on his face was also met, but he immediately smiled, "That's good. Then... see you tomorrow."

"Well, see you tomorrow."

Feng Xiao spoke slowly.

An Mu had walked over and looked at his phone curiously when he heard Feng Xiao's words, "I want to see the customer tomorrow?"

It seems that Feng Xiao has never seen a client before. He has always been arrogant. Shangguanyu or Wei Wei handles everything in the company, so An Mu is a little curious.

When Feng Xiao heard this question, he paused, then raised his head and said, "Mao Qian, I didn't tell you, she is like my sister."

An Mu was taken aback.

Mao Qian...

She suddenly thought of Qianqian that Shangguanyu once said...

Could it be that Qianqian is Maoqian?

An Mu was only puzzled, and then nodded, "Okay."

Feng Xiao looked at her without any doubts, and the smile on her lips became brighter.

He stood up, put his arms around An Mu's shoulders, and looked at the ward, "How's it going?"

"Mom and uncle are asleep." An Mu said, "Mom is already very tired, uncle's stomach..."

When it came to this, Feng Xiao's expression became cold, and An Mu hurriedly comforted the other party, "It's okay, technology is so advanced, it will definitely be okay."

Even so, how many people die of cancer every year?

An Mu's heart was also up and down.

Feng Xiao suddenly stretched out her hand and held her hand tightly, "An Mu, we must do it well."

He turned his head to look into the ward. Deng Yanchen was lying on another bed. Although he fell asleep, his brows were still tightened. He said word by word, "We must do it well."

"We will always be well." An Mu increased his tone, and shook Feng Xiao's hand back, "Feng Xiao, uncle and mother, will also be well."

Feng Xiao nodded.

*

The next day, the plane made an arc in the sky.

*

noon.

An Mu took the meal box from the nanny and went to the hospital to deliver the meal.

Feng Xiao and Deng Yuanchen stayed in the hospital forever, and did not go home last night.

Fortunately, Fengjia has money. After opening a VIP room in the hospital, both of them have a place to live.

It's just that I'm taking care of the patient, and I can't sleep well at night, and I will stand up if there is any trouble.

Feng Hou’s stomach bleeding was very painful, and he often moaned unconsciously in the middle of the night, which made Deng Yuanchen unable to sleep well.

An Mu thought for a while when the morning passed, Deng Yanchen's face was pale, after all, he was getting old, no matter how well maintained he was, he couldn't stand the vigil.

An Mu sighed while looking at the lunch box, and brought some soup to Deng Yanchen today, hoping she would be more comfortable drinking it.

Ouyang Shasha drove, and the car stopped downstairs in the hospital.

An Mu went upstairs holding the lunch box, entered the ward, and found that...the people here are really complete today.