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A Sweet Marriage Is Worth Billions: Mysterious Young Master Moh's Cute and Sweet Wife

Chapter 2922
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Chapter 2922: I’m not even as good as a dog?

Translator: 549690339

Mo Zitan drove to mo Qiu’s research Institute, but she could not get in.

“Sister-in-law.” She jumped outside, wanting to go in, but unfortunately, she couldn ‘t.

At this moment, she saw a dog run in.

“Wang Cai. Mo Zitan cried out excitedly. When she heard her name ‘Wang Cai’, the little thing turned around and looked at her.”Woof woof woof”, protesting.

After that, the little thing burrowed into the formation. How could the eight trigrams Formation hurt it? The little thing went in very quickly.

“Hey, you! “Mo Zitan was dumbfounded.

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“I’m not even as good as a dog?” Mo Zitan bit her finger, not daring to believe her eyes.

She was such a talented woman, but her IQ had actually gone offline?

In the Research Institute, Shen chengjing stood beside mo Yanchen. He had been standing at the door of the operating room for two hours without moving.

“Yiya.” At this moment, the door was opened. Mo Qiu walked out while taking off his mask.

“How is it? Shen chengjing asked.

Mo Yancheng was very anxious. He wanted to ask, but his voice was stuck in his throat!

In his mind, the dream of him calling out “father” and Mo Cheng in his arms with blood all over his body continued to surface.

“I can’t say! We’ll have to wait for at least 24 hours. If he can’t make it, there’s nothing I can do. ” Mo Qiu said.

Ah ze walked out from inside and hugged mo Yanchen.

“Brother Yi, my condolences. We can only leave it to fate.” A ‘ze said.

Mo Yanchen pursed his lips and looked inside! She saw mo Cheng lying on the hospital bed with many needles hanging on his body and he was still on an intravenous drip.

“He’s lucky. ” Mo Yan stood up and walked over!

He only said these two words, but it also expressed the desire in his heart!

If mo chenghuan really died, he would not be able to enjoy his old age in this lifetime.

“Mo Qiu, help Ah Chen take a look. He doesn’t seem to be feeling well.” Shen chengjing said softly as she reached out to hold mo Qiu’s hand.

She could feel that something was not right with mo Yancheng! He seemed to be sick, or his original illness had not been cured, and it was even more serious now.

“Bang!” Mo Yancheng took a few steps and suddenly fell to the ground.

Ah ze was so frightened that he quickly went forward to carry him.

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“Brother Yi.” Ah ze and Mo Qiu shouted in unison.

Shen chengjing was also panicking. Mo Yan took a step but stopped.

“Brother Ben is too nervous! Once you relax, your qi and blood will attack your heart. ” Mo Qiu said.

Mo Yanchen did not say it, but only he himself knew how worried he was about mo chenghuan! However, he was also a conflicted man.

“Woof woof woof!” At that moment, the little thing ran in, crawled to Shen chengjing’s feet, and stood quietly.

Shen chengjing saw mo Qiu and ah ze walking mo Yancheng into the bedroom for an examination. She reached out and helped Mo Yan into the ward.”Grandpa, I believe that dad will be fine.”

As Mo Yan listened, he just stood quietly in front of the bed.””I hope this matter will end here!”

Shen chengjing could understand Mo Yan’s helplessness. She also knew that as an elder, he had to bear the responsibility and helplessness on his shoulders! He didn’t want to do it, but he had to do it. There was no excuse.

“Grandpa, I will.” Shen chengjing said.

Mo Yan lowered his head and looked at her,”go and see San er. I want to talk to him alone.””

“Alright,” he said. Shen chengjing let go of Mo Yan’s hand, took a chair, and sat Mo Yan down. After that, she left and closed the door.

Shen chengjing left the ward and walked toward the bedroom.

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