President Wife is Pretty and Cool

"Young grandma! My young master has never eaten anything like that. I'm afraid I will have diarrhea this time."

Mo San worried.

"It's not clean, you are not sick after eating, butler Mo, you should also eat more."

Lan Anran smiled.

Although Mo San doesn't have that kind of cleanliness, he has been pretending to be Mo Jinrong outside for so many years, eating all the delicacies of mountains and seas, and then coming to such a small restaurant, it is really unaccustomed to eat.

"Is this what a doctor of you should say?"

Mo Jinrong's expression was still very painful, as if he had eaten it for a while.

"It's just a piece of large intestine, why do you seem to have feces?"

Lan Anran smiled.

Mo Jinrong became even more disgusting, wishing to spit out all the food from last night.

He was fidgeting in his position and simply sat outside.

"I asked you to do something for me. Have you done it? When can I get the treatment?"

Mo Jinrong still asked with a painful expression.

Lan Anran thought for a while. Now her father was lying in the hospital. She didn't even have the time to manage Xiang Tian, ​​let alone treat him.

"She said that her schedule is quite full recently, one month later."

Lan Anran thought about how his father's illness healed for a month.

Mo Jinrong shook his head, denying without hesitation.

"One month is too long, five days, let him treat me for five days, I can add money."

Lan Anran didn't know how to refuse. Within five days, his father's illness would definitely not be able to recover. If she had to spare time, she would have to run between the hospital and Mo Jinrong.

"Jinrong, I don't think your illness is so serious now, so you don't need to worry about it."

"No! I have a hunch, he is coming soon."

Mo Jinrong has always felt that someone is by his side recently, and he can't feel Mo Jinrong's existence all the time.

"Brother-in-law's disease is not healed? For this disease, I think it is better to fight poison with poison. Does my brother-in-law feel heartache when he comes into contact with girls? Wouldn't it be enough to kiss my sister a few times?"

Lan Yanran gnawed buns with a smile.

"Nonsense! Come out with some bad ideas, eat quickly, and go back to see Dad after eating."

Lan Anran patted his head gently.

Mo Jinrong was stunned for a moment and said nothing.

"An Ran, if you find something difficult, you can directly find me."

"I can do it myself, Lan Yaxin can do it yourself."

After Lan Anran ate the last bite of his large intestine into his mouth, he took a sip of the soup and muttered.

After the two separated at the entrance of the hospital, Mo Jinrong went to the company.

"Master! Ms. Qiucha's design samples have been released, and they are already very popular before they are on sale. Many people said they want to snap up."

Mo San smiled.

"This set of finished products will sell more than the previous designs of Autumn Tea, so remember to research and pay a return visit."

"Master! The Qin family's market is almost saturated. Most of our cosmetics market has been snapped up by them. In recent days, the sales quarter has hit a new low this month, so hurry up and think of something!"

Mo San said anxiously.

The Mohist school has always been the leader in various industries. If one industry collapses, others will think that the Mohist school's strength will become weaker. If several companies unite, the Mohist school may not last long.

"Recently, I was busy with uncle's affairs, but I forgot about it. Go and ask Qiao Shen to come out and I want to see him."

Mo Jinrong opened the contract on the table and said.

Boom boom boom boom!

There was a polite knock on the door, and Mo San walked over to open the door and was startled.

"Miss Tan! Why are you here again?"

Mo San had a headache and turned to look at Mo Jinrong.

"I didn't come to fight today. I admit that my behavior last time was a bit too much. I went back and thought about it. I have put down my obsession with President Mo. Today I just came to discuss with President Mo as an agent. Details, and no other ideas."

Mo Jinrong raised his eyes to look at Tan Siwen. The clothes she wore today were indeed more formal, unlike those exposed a few days ago.

"Mo San let her in."

Mo Jinrong said in a low voice.

"It's best for you to think that way, I don't want any extraneous things to happen again."

"I am the only one who can stand in the way of the Tan family, so as the person in charge of the Tan family project, I will come over to talk to you about the details. As for the others, you can rest assured that I will not pester you again."

Tan Siwen looked sincere.

"Actually, there are no details to talk about. The specific person in charge of the Mo family, I have assigned the following people to connect with you, and you can find them in the future. There is a dedicated team that is responsible for this matter, so you don’t need to come again. I am."

Mo Jinrong said, buried his head.

"President Mo really managed to avoid suspicion. There are really not many men like you now. I heard that you and Miss Lan are designated marriages by your parents. I don't know when the wedding will be held for the two. How can I come to attend?"

Tan Siwen's smile became shy, and he couldn't see any ambition at all.

"Yes, Miss Tan, let's talk about the project first."

Mo Jinrong felt that work should not be mixed with personal emotions.

The two talked in the office for more than an hour before it ended.

"That's it for today, seeing noon, is President Mo interested in enjoying lunch?"

Tan Siwen smiled.

"No, I have made an appointment with An Ran."

Mo Jinrong refused.

Tan Siwen felt boring, nodded and left.

"Master, when do you plan to have a meal with your grandmother?"

Mo San asked puzzledly.

"Just now!"

Mo Jinrong looked down at the watch on her hand. It was noon. I wonder if she has dinner?

"Mo San, drive to the hospital."

Mo Jinrong got up and took the clothes and strode out.

"Master! I have been wanting to ask a question recently, does Xiangtian still make medicine?"

Mo San felt strange. Xiang Tian has been quiet recently, and the medicine has not been produced. The patients are in the group every day asking him when he will sell the medicine again.

"How much stock do we have?"

Mo Jinrong asked as he walked.

"Except for the one sent last time, there are probably two more cars."

Mo Sansuan said.

"Send it all out tonight, tell them that today is the last time, and there will be no more."

Mo Jinrong's eyes were a little bit reluctant. He has been doing this for so many years, all for Mo Ying. Now that he puts down Mo Ying, this matter should also be over.

"Yes! Master."

Mo Jinrong got in a Maybach and drove to the hospital.

On the road, he suddenly felt someone staring at his car.

"Mo San, is the car behind us following us?"

Mo Jinrong stared at the rearview mirror alertly.

Mo San deliberately increased the speed, and the car behind also accelerated.

"He is following us, what should I do?"

"Write down the license plate number, you can turn the steering wheel at the intersection ahead, throw him away and go to the hospital."

Mo Jinrong's eyes suddenly became sharp, and no one dared to follow him. This might be Mo Shengli's car.

"Master, sit down!"

Mo San looked at an intersection in front of him. Before the traffic light turned red, he slammed the accelerator to accelerate. Taking advantage of the car in front of him was less drifting, he was thrown to another intersection. It happened to jump to the green light, and he turned on. Driving away in the car!

The car behind him was blocked by many private cars because he had no time to react.