President Wife is Pretty and Cool

She boldly stepped forward and said.

"Hello, this is Qin Xue."

She stretched out her thin white hand to shake hands with Mo Jinrong, but Mo Jinrong hadn't even seen her directly, let alone shake hands.

Qin Xue's hand stopped in the air, a little embarrassed for a long time, she withdrew her hand with a smile.

"Qin Xue, don't mess around, I'm talking about things, don't make trouble, you have to care about Mo Jinrong, not the housekeeper on the side."

Qin Tian reminded in a low voice.

"So what? You will only use me as a tool for making money. How old and ugly is this Mo Jinrong, worthy of me?"

Qin Xue said very loudly, and didn't save Mo San at all.

Mo San "..."

"Mr. Zhao, I booked a room at the hotel before, and it was a bit noisy here. My young master likes to be close, so I am temporarily separated."

Mo Jinrong stood up and spoke casually.

Qin Hao clenched his fists and stared at his ignorant daughter.

Zhao Guoliang smiled and sent Mo Jinrong to the special elevator aside.

"Master! You see that Qin Xue doesn't understand a bit of politeness, so she dared to say in public that I am old and ugly, so that I can't get off the stage.

Thinking about it, Mo San was still very angry, no matter what, he was worried about Mo Jinrong's name, which made him very embarrassed.

"She is just like Yinger, who has a heart disease, so Yinger won't make trouble like her."

Mo Jinrong said softly, and Mo Ying's innocent smile appeared in her mind.

After he came to the guest room, he took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Lan Anran.

"I'm here, where is she?"

Lan Anran had already discovered Mo Jinrong's arrival through surveillance, and she smiled.

"She is next door, you move to the next room."

Later, she told Kong Tian downstairs through the headset.

"I have something, you help me stare at it, and act accordingly."

After Lan Anran finished sending the message, she put away her earphones and mobile phone, her veil showed her big bright eyes, and she was fully armed and waiting for Mo Jinrong to come.

Mo Jinrong got the news and knocked on the door next door.

The door is remotely controlled automatically. Lan Anran presses the button and the door opens automatically.

She sat on the sofa with her back to Mo Jinrong.

"Are you zero?"

Mo Jinrong asked suspiciously.

Lan Anran didn't answer, but quietly sorted things aside.

"Miss Zero, my young master would like to ask you to give him hypnotherapy. What are we going to do now?"

Mo San saw that she did not respond, and continued to ask.

Lan Anran turned around to reveal his bright eyes, raising his arms, gently swinging up and down, motioning him to sit down.

"is her!"

Mo Jinrong blurted out, he will always remember her bright pair of Mou Zi.

He slowly sat on the sofa, looking at zero in front of him.

Lan Anran looked at Mo San and motioned for him to go out.

Mo San had no choice but to retreat to the door and wait for Mo Jinrong.

Lan Anran in the room took out a piece of incense, personally lit it in front of Mo Jinrong’s nose, the scent was inhaled into his brain along his nose, and he began to groggyly lie on the sofa, and gradually lost awareness.

In the dream, he saw his sister smiling happily beside him, and he was playing hide-and-seek with her sister.

suddenly!

The dream mirror suddenly became the scene on the plane.

He was terrified, and his body was twitching constantly. He saw his sister's horrified eyes and the fingers that wanted to ask for help kept stretching in his direction.

He had never felt so scared before.

Lan Anran placed the Ningxiang on his body among Mo Jinrong's people, and he slowly eased over.

She gave Mo Jinrong a pulse and found that his pulse was not as weakened as before, perhaps because of the medicine, his pulse became stronger and stronger.

It seemed that the last potion was very effective, and she took out another injection of potion and slowly pushed it into Mo Jinrong's vein.

He was completely silent.

Lan Anran spoke slowly, suppressing her voice very low.

"Ying'er appeared, she smiled happily."

The words of Mo Jinrong's follower Lan Anran began to change.

In the dream, Mo Ying and Mo Jinrong were flying a kite. The two ran freely on the green grass. The kite was flying and Mo Ying burst into laughter.

"Brother! Brother! You see my kite flies much higher than yours."

Mo Ying said with a smile and pointed to the kite.

"Ying'er is amazing!"

Mo Jinrong praised.

He squeezed Mo Ying's little face, and suddenly, the kites of the two got tangled together!

Mo Ying's kite broke and flew away first!

Mo Ying cried loudly, and Mo Jinrong was also anxious. He was most afraid of his sister crying.

"It's all my fault, it's all my kite, which is wrapped around your kite."

Mo Jinrong said reproachfully.

Mo Ying wiped away tears and smiled.

"Brother, I don't blame you. Actually, she didn't lose the kite. She just went to another place. Isn't she always in your heart?"

She transformed another kite from behind and smiled in her hand.

"Blame me, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't die."

Mo Jinrong suddenly blamed himself.

The dream suddenly became very dark. Mo Ying stood not far away, showing eight teeth, smiling while looking at Mo Jinrong, flashing and flickering.

"Don't leave! Yinger, don't leave. Will you stay with me?"

Mo Jinrong was fragile like a child at this time, and he kept begging Mo Ying to stay.