Xiao Zhou and Mo Qishen are real friends, so he didn't hide his words, and he really thought about Mo Qishen.

Yu Luo, Xiao Zhou said earnestly: "You are not young anymore, and it won't work if you continue like this. You have to make a career so that those who look down on you and joke about you will see!"

Mo Qishen is a very smart person. Xiao Zhou believes that as long as he is willing to work hard, he will definitely achieve great things!

The premise is that he has to work hard.

Mo Qi touched his nose deeply and said in a faint tone: "What do I have to do so hard? Anyway, I am all raised by someone, and I am not like you. I am still alone."

Xiao Zhou: "..." He suspected that someone was killing a dog, but he had no evidence.

After silence, Xiao Zhou said with some regret: "Don't you want to be angry with Zhao Jingrong?"

He didn't understand why such a bloody person had changed so much now!

Xiao Zhou really wants to know what happened to Mo Qishen over the years.

"What are you angry with her?" Moqishen said: "I don't like her."

Xiao Zhoudao:

"Zhao Jingrong proposed to break off the engagement and dumped you. Wouldn't you be angry at all?"

Mo Qishen's lips curled slightly and said with a smile: "Correction, it was Zhao Jingrong I dumped."

Unexpectedly, Xiao Zhou stood on tiptoe and looked at Mojishen's forehead as if he heard a big joke, "Brother, you don't have a fever, are you?"

Everyone in the capital knows that Mo Qishen was dumped by Zhao Jingrong, but Mo Qishen said that he dumped Zhao Jingrong...

Isn’t this lie to yourself?

Mojito only laugh without saying a word.

Xiao Zhou continued: "Brother, you don't have to worry about face in front of me. Who doesn't know that Zhao Jingrong dumped you and threatened to marry Mr. Mog after she threw you away!"

Speaking of this, Xiao Zhou seemed to suddenly remember something, covered his mouth and said, "Oh my God! The person Zhao Jingrong is going to marry is your eldest nephew! Isn't this a mess of seniority? I don't know if Zhao Jingrong knows that Mr. Mog is your eldest nephew!"

"Guard." Moqi spoke in a faint voice.

The Guards are the name of Xiao Zhou. Usually, they call it that only when Moqishen is very serious.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Zhou looked up at Mo Qishen.

Mo Qishen continued: "Actually, Mr. Mog is not my eldest nephew."

"Who is that?"

The dark expression was as usual, and the dim light blurred the sharp facial features. He said word by word: "Actually, Mr. Mog is me."

As soon as this was said, the air immediately fell into a strange silence.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The next second, Xiao Zhou laughed out loud, and even tears came out of his laughter.

He reached out and put his hand on his shoulder, "Brother, are you trying to laugh to death and inherit my inheritance of two cents?"

This cliff is the funniest joke he has heard this year.

"Mr. Mog? Why don't you say you can go to heaven? No! Compared to you being Mr. Mog, I think it seems easier to go to heaven."

Mojiki's thin lips opened lightly, "I'm serious."

"Okay, okay," Xiao Zhou patted Mojishen's shoulder, "It's okay if you say this to me, after all, we are our own brothers!"

Mo Qishen continued: "Guard, I am really Mog."

"It's deep, I want to tell you a secret, too." Xiao Zhou suddenly became serious.

"you say."

Xiao Zhou looked at Mo Qishen and continued, "Qi Shen, I am actually the Jade Emperor." At this point, Xiao Zhou quietly lowered his voice and then said, "The reason why I came to the world is to go through tribulation and overcome difficulties."

Moqishen looked at Xiao Zhou with [careful eyes like mental retardation] and said speechlessly: "This joke is not funny at all."

Xiao Zhou said: "Do you know that this joke is not funny?"

Mojishen: "I'm really Mog."

Xiao Zhou: "I am really the Jade Emperor."

Moqishen: How did he answer this?

Finally, Xiao Zhou continued, "If you are Mog, I will go eat shit!"

Moqi touched his nose deeply and didn't say anything again.

Xiao Zhou patted Mojishen's shoulder lightly, "Brother, work hard! Stop dreaming! Do you know how many people in the capital are laughing at you like this?"

Mo Qishen's mouth curled slightly, "Only in this way can I see people's hearts more clearly."

Otherwise, you will never know whether there are people or dogs around you.

Xiao Zhou rolled his eyes directly, "It seems like you are really Mr. Mog. Oh, is it that your eldest nephew is Mr. Mog that stimulates you?"

Mo Qishen stopped talking and took out four stacks of banknotes from the briefcase he carried with him, "This is for you."

"What's this?"

"USD." Moqin's tone was faint.

Eight times the US dollar, these four stacks are worth at least hundreds of thousands of yuan.

Xiao Zhou couldn't calm down now, "Where did you get so much money?"

"It's earned." Moqiqian said concisely, "Are you short of money now? I'll give this to you."

"Although I'm short of money now, I can't ask for this." Xiao Zhou pushed the money back.

Mo Qishen is now an unemployed vagrant. The money must have been obtained from the old man and the old lady of the Mo family. How could he use the money of the two old men?

Mo Qishen seemed to see Xiao Zhou's thoughts and then said, "Don't worry, you can take it. I really earned this money myself and has nothing to do with my parents."

"I really can't ask for it." Xiao Zhou was determined.

Mo Qishen stood up with a briefcase, "Just think I invested in you, just remember to take me to dividends at the end of the year."

After hearing this, Xiao Zhou decided to accept it, "Brother, don't worry, I will definitely not let my uncle and aunt lose money."

Until now, Xiao Zhou doesn't believe that the money is his own.

Mo Qishen no longer explained anything, but said, "Well, I believe in you."

"Good brother!" Xiao Zhou reached out and hammered Mojiki's chest.

......

A manor in the capital.

A blond middle-aged woman lies in a luxurious room.

She was plump and had a red face. If she didn't say anything, no one would know that this was a terminally ill person.

She leaned against the head of the bed and showed a weak smile at the door, "Miss Ji, you're here."

Miss          Ji walked in from outside with nutritional supplements and said with concern: "Are you better?"

"Thank you for your concern, it's much better." But after saying a word, her face turned pale, her breathing was weak, and she seemed to be able to die at any time, which was particularly terrifying.

Miss          Ji was startled and immediately pressed the alarm bell at the head of the bed.

A rapid alarm sounded, and several doctor-like people ran over from outside, first with an electrocardiogram and then a rapid oxygen supply. After some tossing, the middle-aged woman on the bed recovered her consciousness and opened her eyes.

Miss          Ji was so scared that he walked up and said, "How are you feeling now? Are you still uncomfortable?"

The middle-aged woman didn't even have the strength to speak, but just blinked her eyes lightly.

Just then, there were rapid footsteps outside the door, and a tall man broke in from outside.

"Mom! Mom, are you okay?"

The middle-aged woman was unable to answer, and a doctor in a white coat said, "Mr. abner, let's talk."

The doctor's face was a little unfavorable. Miss                                                                                                                        �

abner followed the doctor outside.

The doctor then spoke slowly, "Mr. abner, you have to be mentally prepared for your mother's illness."

When a doctor is mentally prepared, the patient's condition will not have any good results.

But abner was a little afraid to face reality.

"My mother is only fifty years old, and her life has just passed. Please think of another way!"

The doctor shook his head helplessly, "Your mother's deadline is approaching, so prepare for her funeral as soon as possible."

"Is there no other way?" abner said with a painful expression: "As long as my mother can survive, I will be willing to pay whatever the price I have."

He lost his father since he was young, and his mother was alone to pull him up. Now, his mother has been entangled with terrible diseases in less than two days of good life.

He, a son, feels really uncomfortable.

The doctor said regretfully: "If you drag on it, it will only increase the patient's pain. Instead of doing this, it is better to let the patient end the pain sooner."
To be continued...