Chapter 1398: Find Him a Companion

Mo family.

It was already past nine o'clock in the evening when Mo Ling got home.

He got out of the car, and a woman in her thirties got out with him.

The woman wore a dark blue skirt, a square scarf tied around her neck, and her hair was pinned to one side with a delicate crystal hairpin. She looked mature.

The woman is not very beautiful, but she can give people a gentle feeling.

"Your father should have gone to bed by this time, right?" the woman asked Mo Ling beside her.

Mo Ling looked towards the room where his father lived.

I found that the door was open and the light in the room shone out.

My father used to live upstairs. After he became ill this time, he had his father's things moved to a bedroom on the first floor, mainly to facilitate his father's daily life.

"He's not asleep yet." Mo Ling replied.

With this, I am 11 years older than myself.

The year-old daughter walked to the bedroom where her father was.

They came to the bedroom door.

Mo Ling did not go in immediately, but stood at the door and looked at his father who was sitting in a wheelchair and staring out the window.

My father seemed to be looking at something outside the window, motionless, as if he didn't notice that they had arrived at the door.

"Come in." Mo Ling was about to call his father when he heard his father's faint voice.

Mo Ling immediately made a gesture of invitation and came to his father's bedroom with the woman beside him.

"Dad..." Mo Ling came to his father's side first and put a hand on his father's shoulder.

"Dad, I hired a caregiver for you. She will take care of you while you recover."

After speaking, Mo Ling pulled the woman's sleeve.

The woman immediately showed a faint smile and looked at the motionless man in the wheelchair.

"Hello, Mr. Mo, I am the escort your son has hired. My name is Lin Wan." The woman introduced herself.

However, what made her extremely embarrassed was that after she finished the introduction, the man in the wheelchair did not react at all. He seemed to be completely demented and remained motionless, except for blinking slightly.

Mo Ling quickly patted his father's shoulder again.

"Dad, this Auntie Lin is my favorite to take care of you."

Mo Ling hesitated when his aunt said the word aunt. He wanted to say it belonged to Sister Lin. After all, this woman was only 11 years older than him.

The man in the wheelchair finally had some reaction. He slowly turned around, raised his head, and looked indifferently at the woman standing on the right side of his wheelchair.

A woman he had never seen before.

He frowned, then shook his head slightly, and then looked at his son.

"Mo Ling...I...don't...don't need...accompaniment."

Mo Yixuan spoke intermittently, as if he was a person who stutters.

After he finished speaking, his expression changed, as if he was very depressed that he could not speak fluently.

He didn't speak at all and took out a paper and pen from his pocket.

"Let her go back."

He wrote a few words with trembling fingers, as if his hand was cramping, and he wrote very slowly.

Mo Ling still stood where he was.

Of course, he had no intention of asking this escort to go back.

After thinking for a while, he said, "Dad, don't you want to learn to draw? Aunt Lin used to be an art teacher. She can teach you to draw."

Mo Ling said.

After his mother came over a few days ago, he discovered that his father was drawing something in the book with a pen from time to time. Dad still needs a long time to recover. Now his hands are not flexible, so the drawings he draws are worse. He can't even understand what his father draws. What is it.