The domineering president meets her

It seems that Mr. Fu has known about his son's embarrassing moments for a long time, so he is pretending to be ignorant. On the surface, he seems to be giving him advice, but in fact he is just ignoring it.

"I'll think about it when I get back. Thank you, Mr. Fu." After saying that, Mr. Mo stood up with a deathly pale face and left tremblingly.

Fu Shi sat there drinking tea calmly.

Spoiling a child is like killing him. Isn't this the bloody lesson our ancestors left us enough for people to realize?

No one knew how Mr. Mo walked out of the president's office. He came to the hospital in despair and watched his son lying on the hospital bed with his eyes closed, motionless.

If it weren't for the flickering image on the electrocardiogram monitor on the bedside table, one would have mistakenly thought the person on the bed was dead.

As if sensing someone coming, the person lying on the bed opened his eyes slightly, opened his mouth with difficulty, and said in a hoarse voice: "Dad, you are here."

"Well. How come there is no one to take care of you?" Father Mo asked with his head down.

"That nurse is so clumsy, I told her to get out. Mom went downstairs to buy something for me." Manager Mo said impatiently when he thought of the nurse.

"You've only been in the hospital for a few days? This is the sixth nurse we've hired, and he's the best gold medal nurse in the hospital! You still haven't figured out that this is a hospital, not a bar. What we need is a nurse who knows how to take care of you, not someone who entertains you!" At this point, Mo's father felt a headache and sat down angrily on the nursing chair next to the bed: "Your mother and I are old, can we still stay in the hospital all day and night to watch over you?" How could Mo's father not know what his son was thinking.

"Dad, have you gone to see Mr. Fu? How did the talk go?" Manager Mo interrupted.

"Let's talk. You are so bold to do something like that. You are in the wrong and yet you have the nerve to ask me to talk to Mr. Fu. How can I talk to him? It's good enough that he is willing to meet me."

"As the old saying goes: Those who do evil will eventually perish. You really brought this upon yourself." Father Mo gritted his teeth in anger, feeling really disappointed in his son.

"Isn't it Young Master Wen who harmed me? How come there is no room for negotiation? What's the use of you? You can't even get things done properly." Manager Mo, who had never been educated so harshly by his father, got furious when he heard this. He raised his body slightly and argued angrily.

"You unrepentant thing!" Father Mo walked forward angrily, raised his hand high and was about to slap him.

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing, Lao Mo!" At this time, Mo's mother, who had gone out to buy things, came back and just saw Lao Mo about to beat his son.

He twisted his fat body, stepped forward quickly, stretched out his fat hand with red nail polish, and grabbed Lao Mo's arm tightly.

"Why are you stopping me? You want me to beat this unrepentant bastard to death. He still doesn't understand why he was destroyed."

"Oh, don't say that about him. We only have this one son." Mo's mother cried loudly, her lipstick-painted mouth opened wide like a bloody mouth: "You want to beat him to death. How are we going to live our lives when we are old? Who will see us off? If you want to beat him to death, just kill me first."

Seeing that Mo's mother started to act like a spoiled child, "You...ah!" Old Mo was so angry that he blew his beard and glared. Even the finger he was pointing at her was shaking. In the end, he was so angry that he couldn't utter a word.

He couldn't help but let out a long sigh: "Oh, it's all your fault. Look at what you've done to him? He's never been able to do anything right, but is always causing trouble!" After saying that, Mo's father sat down dejectedly on the nursing chair beside the bed, shaking his head.

"We only have this one son. If I don't protect him, who will I protect?" Mo's mother said angrily, "The one who should be damned is the one who did it! Son, when you are discharged from the hospital, ask your father to find someone to deal with him."

"Hmph, you brainless woman, do you think that the entire imperial capital is owned by your mother's family? You can walk sideways whenever you want?" Father Mo couldn't help rolling his eyes and said unhappily, "Didn't you hear your precious son say who he provoked? Ah?! The person he provoked is the woman that Young Master Wen loves the most! Young Master Wen didn't kill him, and was able to save his life. This is already a blessing for our Mo family."

"Ah! Son, is what your father said true?" Mo's mother walked forward anxiously, staring at him with anxious eyes.

"I didn't expect that! I clearly found out that the woman was not in a relationship and had no backing, so I..." Manager Mo avoided Mo's mother's gaze guiltily and spoke with a lack of confidence.

Looking at his son's guilty expression, even a dumb person would understand.

"It's all right, don't be afraid, my son. We learn from our mistakes and just don't make the same mistake again next time."

"You...ah, you are such a bastard. How did you teach your son?" Father Mo glanced at Mother Mo with disdain. If he hadn't seen that her family was rich, how could he have married this woman with an IQ of 250.

"Hey, you still don't understand. His current appearance is neither human nor ghost because of your spoiling him." Father Mo paused and said, "The doctor said that he was seriously injured this time. I'm afraid he will never be able to do that again. You are still thinking about next time. How can you have the chance to think about next time?"

What Mr. Mo said was like a thunderclap in early spring, which frightened both the mother and the son.

"Oh my God, my poor son!" After recovering from the shock, Mo's mother continued to howl with her bloody mouth open.

"Shut up! All of you shut up! What are you arguing about? If this is true, why don't you just let me die? Why did you save me?" He angrily hit his lower body.

"Son, please stop, my poor son." Mo's mother burst into tears, her heart broken and she quickly stepped forward to hold his restless hand.

Manager Mo saw his mother crying like that, and the crying made him even more irritable, and he pushed her away fiercely. With bloodshot eyes, he shouted: "Why are you crying? I'm not dead yet, what's there to cry about?"

Mo's mother was caught off guard by the push and staggered to the ground like a big fat ball. But she held her breath and dared not cry out loud, for fear that she would do something wrong and upset her son.

"You unfilial son, this is your mother..." When Father Mo saw his wife being knocked to the ground, he walked forward with his eyes wide open in anger and wanted to beat her.

"Old Mo, don't bother with him. Our son did this because he was in a bad mood. Please forgive him!" Mo's mother hugged his thighs tightly, not letting him move at all.

Manager Mo, who was sitting on the bed, had already lost hope when he heard that he no longer had that ability.