President Wife is Pretty and Cool

"I blame others for everything, what do I want your grandson to do?"

Mrs. Mo's face was displeased.

If the birthday banquet doesn't come, and I don't know if I have a serious illness or a minor illness, this grandson is considered a waste of care.

"Master Jinrong! Don't you know how rampant that Mistress is? I forcibly took the old lady's heart-relief pill and wanted to be the master of the Mo family. I really don't know what Mr. Mo thinks. I thought Xu Mrs. Pei is a little bit irritating, but Mrs. Xu Pei seems to be much better now, but the two are clamoring for a divorce, which makes the old lady very sad."

Wu Ma stepped forward and talked to Mo Jinrong about the causes and consequences.

Mo Jinrong's face was a bit solemn, and he couldn't think of that the outer room dared to confess his identity to come, and he wanted to enter the Mo family's door.

"Grandma, don't worry about this, take care of your body, this is the most important thing."

Mo Jinrong said softly.

"I heard that there will be a family dinner at Zhao's family tomorrow, are you going to?"

Mrs. Mo questioned.

"Yes, I don't know Zhao Han very well. It would be nice if I could become a business partner in the future, but if I can't, it's always right to beware."

Mo Jinrong didn't tell Mrs. Mo about the treatment, mainly because she was worried about her condition, and the other was to keep Zero's whereabouts a secret.

"Zhao Guoliang is loyal and honest, presumably his son should also be good, don't you bring An Ran there?"

Old Mrs. Mo nodded and asked.

"My identity should not be exposed. At present, only people in the company know my identity. I don't want to cause trouble. Mo San will play me tomorrow, so I won't take An Ran."

Mo Jinrong has always asked Mo San to act as herself because of her own body. Now that her body is not healthy, she must not act rashly.

"Jinrong, your illness is getting better?"

Mrs. Mo asked.

"Well, it's better."

Mo Jinrong answered softly.

He hasn't done it again since the last time, and he is not sure if he has recovered.

"Jinrong, there are some things you still have to do by yourself. Ying'er has been dead for so many years, and you should let go. Your illness has followed you for most of your life. Are you still entangled in the past?"

Mrs. Mo really couldn't stand it any longer. She knew that this grandson had been blaming herself for the death of her granddaughter, but that was already a matter of many years ago, and he still couldn't let go of his knots, she was a little worried.

"Grandma! You also know that some things are not something that you can let go. Yinger died because of me. If I was by my side at the time, I could give her the medicine in time, and she would definitely be fine, so I've been very guilty all these years, and I'm trying to make up for it, but it doesn't help. I owe her all my life."

Mo Jinrong's face was gloomy, and his eyes became dim.

He kept thinking about what happened on the plane at the time. She should have hoped her brother was by her side very much at that time. The scene of her watching her with her eyes open was deeply engraved in Mo Jinrong's mind. These years he As soon as she sleeps, she dreams that Mo Ying is smiling at herself.

"Jinrong, Yinger, she won't blame you. It was an accident at the time. Why should you bother with this? You should have your own life. No one can help you if you are left with this disease. Only you can help you. Own, when will you wake up?"

Mrs. Mo looked at her grandson might still be like this a hundred years later, she was the grandson who couldn't let go.

"Grandma, I have something to do. I won't accompany you anymore. I will come to see you another day."

Mo Jinrong stood up and turned around to leave. He didn't want to listen to the old lady's words that made him let go, so why didn't he want to let go?

"Old lady, don't worry, Master Jinrong will definitely be fine."

Wu Ma comforted.

"How can I leave with peace of mind when he is like this? Yinger has been dead for nearly 20 years, and his illness has followed him all these years. It is him that I can't worry about the most."

Old Mrs. Mo looked melancholy.

"Old lady, don't you often say that Miss Lan is Master Jinrong's medicine? You will surely live a long life and see Master Jinrong get better."

Wu Ma comforted.

"I hope, An Ran is with him, he is much better, I don't know if he can be cured."

Old Mrs. Mo's eyes fixed on the stage again.

...

At the beginning of the night of the Zhao family banquet, Lan Anran had brought a high-order dress from the brand merchant to Lan Yanran.

"Sister, where did these clothes come from? Isn't it cheap?"

Lan Yanran took a look at the unopened packaging and found a brand new one.

"You can wear it with confidence. I found someone to order this dress. There is only one in China. For occasions like the Zhao family banquet, you must wear it decently."

Lan Anran smiled.

The brand owners who gave the news before, value Lan Yanran very much, and with Lan Anran's sponsorship of 10 million yuan, he was naturally willing to help and delivered the clothes early in the morning.

"Thank you sister, you even know my size."

Lan Yanran seemed to remember that he hadn't told Lan Anran his size, and her sister knew it was really sweet.

"I estimate your size, is it appropriate for you to try?"

Lan Anran smiled. In his previous life, Lan Yanran had pleased the rich woman in order to save herself, and the rich woman forced him to wear all kinds of clothes, the size of which she remembered.

Lan Yanran happily went back to the room to change.