Five Treasures for One Birth: The President's Wife is the Group's Favorite

Hearing this, Bai Liyue breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's good. According to Master Ling's body, he should start to recover in the past two days."

...

Ling family.

Ling Mohan took the medicine himself and went to Ling Wenhua's room on the third floor.

Ling Wenhua has been recuperating for several days, and his stiff body has indeed eased a lot.

When Ling Mohan entered the door, he saw that his fingers could move freely.

When Ling Wenhua saw Ling Mohan entering the door with the medicine in his hand, he still stared at him as usual.

It's just that there is no more excited shouting like before.

Ling Mohan sat by the bed, poured out the medicine himself, and fed it to his mouth.

Ling Wenhua opened his mouth cooperatively until he finished drinking all the medicine.

Ling Mohan picked up the tissue on the table and carefully wiped the medicine stains on the corner of his mouth.

After a series of actions, Ling Wenhua still stared at him, as if he wanted to say something.

Ling Mohan got up and took a pen and paper from the desk in his room.

He stuffed the pen into Ling Wenhua's hand, and put the white paper under his palm.

"I know you have something to tell me, if you can, write it down."

Ling Wenhua tightly held the pen in his right hand, his whole hand was shaking violently.

I don't know if it's because of excitement or pain.

His body was so stiff that he couldn't get up at all. He could only hook his body and stare at the white paper at hand. His violently trembling hands drew many crooked lines on the white paper.

He wanted to use his strength, but he couldn't stop using his fingers, so that no one knew what he drew.

Seeing this, Ling Mohan grabbed his violently trembling hand.

"I'll take your hand, and you write in the simplest words."

"Uh!"

With blue veins on Ling Wenhua's face, he nodded with difficulty.

Afterwards, Ling Mohan held his hand, and traced a few crooked lines on the white paper following the strength of his hand.

Although twisted and strange, Ling Mohan picked it up carefully, looked sideways at him, and asked, "What did you write, son?"

"Uh, uh!"

Ling Wenhua raised a finger and pointed at him.

Ling Mohan frowned: "You want to say, I'm your son?"

Ling Wenhua's head trembled suddenly, and he moved left and right with difficulty.

"Uh uh..."

Ling Mohan stared at the crooked words on the white paper, and looked at the middle-aged man on the bed in surprise.

His expression was dignified and surprised.

The next moment, he heard the sound of opening the door of the room.

Ling Mohan raised his eyes suddenly, withdrew the pen in Ling Wenhua's hand, threw it into the trash can at his feet, and kicked the trash can to a corner.

The movement is quick and neat, and the sound is extremely small.

The white paper he wrote just now was also crumpled into a ball by him and held in the palm of his hand.

When Mrs. Ling entered the door, she saw Ling Mohan standing by the bed, and there was nothing unusual in the room.

But just now, she clearly heard Ling Wenhua's excited and strange screams at the door.

As soon as he entered the door, Ling Wenhua lay there again without any movement.

Mrs. Ling's eyes began to look around, and she walked in.

"Mo Han, I heard your father calling just now, so I came in to check, what's wrong?"

"I just choked on the medicine."

In response to Ling Mohan's calm answer, Mrs. Ling's eyes fell on the thermos on Ling Wenhua's bedside table.

This is the thermos that Bai Liyue often delivers medicine to Master Ling.

A look of sternness flashed across Mrs. Ling's eyes, and it disappeared in a flash. She smiled and said, "Mo Han, shouldn't you be in the company at this time? Just leave it to the servants to feed your father the medicine."

"No, since it's my father, I should take care of it myself. I have already ordered the servants not to come in and disturb him."

Mrs. Ling's complexion changed suddenly, and she smirked again.

"Mo Han, you are so filial, your father will be very happy when he recovers."

Ling Mohan remained silent, and put away the thermos on the table.

Seeing this, Mrs. Ling suddenly took a few steps closer and said, "Mo Han, there is something that mom must remind you.

Now that you and Yuyao are about to get engaged, and the Luo family's status in Jiangcheng is not low, you must not do anything that will damage the family's reputation.

Keep your distance from other women at all times. "

Her tone was tentative.

While speaking, he kept observing Ling Mohan's expression.

Ling Mohan's face remained calm, and he replied indifferently: "You mean that Miss Bai, right?"

Mrs. Ling forced a smile, and explained: "Mo Han, don't get me wrong, I don't have any objections to that Miss Bai.

However, you also know that our family is in Jiangcheng, but if there is any scandal among the nobles, it will make everyone laugh.

Today, the news about you carrying that woman to the hospital is spreading in Jiangcheng. Mom has spent a lot of money, but she hasn't suppressed it yet.

Tell me, if Yuyao knew about this, how sad would she be?Since you have decided to get engaged to her, you should think about Yuyao. "

Mrs. Ling still intends to continue persuading her.

Unexpectedly, Ling Mohan suddenly turned around and looked at her seriously.

"Mother, don't worry, I will definitely keep a distance from that Miss Bai in the future."

After leaving these words, Ling Mohan strode out of the room.

Mrs. Ling stood there for a long time, with an expression of disbelief on her face.

Since the moment she rescued him more than a month ago, no matter how kind she was to him, he never called her mother.

She has guided him many times, and he has never been moved.

Now that he called out on his own initiative, she was very puzzled and anxious.

After Ling Mohan went out, Mo Xiao entered the room and said, "Madam, the young master has already gone out."

Mrs. Ling glanced at Mo Xiao.

"I always feel that something is wrong. You send someone to keep an eye on Mo Han. If he goes to see that woman again, report to me immediately."

"Yes."

...

late at night.

First Noble Hospital.

In the empty ward, Bai Liyue was having the same nightmare again.

Since the last time she was injured, she could dream of the woman who abandoned her by the side of the road every night.

It was a memory she had never had in her mind before.

In the ward, she frowned tightly, and the soft pillow was wet with sweat.

She closed her eyes tightly, clutched the sheets tightly with her hands, and shouted, "No, why did you leave me..."

The next moment, a warm palm suddenly covered her arm and held her hand tightly.

Ling Mohan stood in the darkness, sitting beside her bed without making a sound.

Through the hazy moonlight, seeing that her frowning brows finally relaxed a little, he stretched out his other hand and gently wiped the cold sweat off her head.

He gently lifted the corner of the quilt, looked at the countless scars on her arms, frowned, and took out a bottle of white ointment from his coat pocket.

Clasping her hand tightly with one hand, he opened the medicine bottle with the other, and lightly touched the medicine in the bottle to her skin.

His movements were delicate and gentle, and Bai Liyue didn't wake up during the whole process.

In Bai Liyue's sleep, the nightmare gradually faded away, as if she felt his presence beside her.

This time, she slept very peacefully.