The President's wife is a global sensation

Chapter 17 The last chip is gone
In an instant, his last chip was gone.

Tang Shaohua dared not speak out.

He couldn't understand why, wasn't it rumored that Mo Xiqing and Mo Yuchi were at odds?

Mo Yuchi took such good care of his sister-in-law, what kind of discord is this?
Mo Yuchi: "Have you considered it?"

Tang Shaohua nodded again and again: "I will definitely send the old man over tomorrow, and I will trouble Second Young Master Mo to take care of him."

"Ah."

After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone and returned the phone to her.

Tang Yimo looked at his hands which were almost the same as Mo Xiqing's, and was a little lost in thought.

It's not that she has no way to keep her grandfather safe, but she didn't expect Mo Yuchi to make such a move.

Dad's plan fell through, and Grandpa will not be hurt in any way.

But the word 'thank you' can't be said.

Maybe it was because she said thank you too many times today, but she just clenched the phone tightly and said nothing.

Not long after, I returned to the Mojia Villa.

Uncle Ding came to greet him.

"Second Young Master, Madam, I just sent Eldest Young Master to the treatment room."

Mo Yuchi nodded.

Tang Yimo asked: "Where is the treatment room? I'll take care of it."

"No need, there is a doctor by the young master's side." Uncle Ding shook his head.

Tang Yimo didn't insist anymore: "Okay."

Mo Yuchi: "Is lunch ready?"

"Well, you can eat now."

"Come on, go to the restaurant."

After speaking, Mo Yuchi walked in front of her.

Tang Yimo looked at his tall and straight back, and inadvertently thought of the rural love drama played by Uncle Ding during breakfast.

He didn't walk fast, but she always felt that he was a drug addict.

She was the last one to go to the restaurant, and sure enough, she saw that Uncle Ding had turned on the projector, and the content shown on the screen was continuing the morning episode.

The servants brought the food up.

Tang Yimo didn't like watching dramas, so he counted the dishes on the table, a total of 25 dishes.

She couldn't help but feel trembling, sure enough, the lunch of a wealthy family is no different from the lunch of the emperor in ancient times.

Because there were too many, suddenly, she didn't know where to start.

Mo Yuchi rarely moved Realization away from the screen, looked at her, and raised his eyebrows lightly: "Why, the food doesn't meet the taste of the young lady?"

Tang Yimo shook his head and said, "I just think it's too much."

Mo Yuchi told Uncle Ding: "Tell the kitchen not to make so many fancy dishes in the future, just four dishes and one soup."

Uncle Ding felt a little surprised.

Because the second young master is very picky about food, the head chef racks his brains to prepare 25 different dishes every day.

The second young master was very satisfied with this, and even raised his wages.

It never occurred to me that with Madam's words, the second young master changed his long-standing habits.

Even so, he would not talk too much, nodded: "Yes."

Mo Yuchi looked at the screen again, and added in a moderate voice, "The same goes for breakfast."

"Yes."

Tang Yimo: "..."

This man is really resolute.

"Mo Yuchi."

The man didn't look at her: "don't talk while eating."

Tang Yimo: "..."

In fact, she wanted to ask him if he could stop calling her Miss.

But he should not change his own person just because of other people's few words.

Simply stop talking.

After the meal, Mo Yuchi went to the study, and Mo Xiqing was also brought back to the bedroom from the treatment room by the servants.

Tang Yimo saw him lying on the bed when he went back.

She walked over and sat down beside him, her gaze fell on the finger she had pricked.

Wanting to see how his healing ability is, he gently took his hand.

(End of this chapter)