Chapter 353

"Young grandma! My young master has never eaten anything like that. I'm afraid I'll have diarrhea when I go back."

Mo San worried.

"It's not clean. You're not sick after eating. Housekeeper Mo, you should eat more."

LAN Enron smiled.

Although Mo San doesn't have the problem of cleanliness, he's really not used to eating in such a small restaurant after dressing up Mo Jinrong outside for so many years and eating all kinds of delicacies.

"Is that what you, a doctor, should say?"

Mo Jinrong's expression was still very painful, as if he had eaten a lump of Xiang.

"It's just a large intestine. Why do you seem to eat shit?"

LAN Enron smiled.

Mo Jinrong became more disgusting and wanted to spit out all the rice last night.

He fidgeted in his position and simply sat outside.

"Have you done what I asked you to do for me? When can I have treatment?"

Mo Jinrong asked with a painful expression.

LAN Enron thought about it. Now her father is lying in the hospital. She doesn't even have time to manage Xiang Tian, let alone treat him.

"She said that her schedule is full recently. It will be a month later."

LAN Enron thought about how his father's illness had recovered in a month.

Mo Jinrong shook her head and denied it without hesitation.

"A month is too long. Five days. Let him treat me in five days. I can add money."

LAN Enron doesn't know how to refuse. His father's illness will never recover in five days. If she wants to take time, she will run on both sides of the hospital and Mo Jinrong.

"Jin Rong, I don't think your illness is so serious now. You don't have to worry."

"No! I have a hunch that he will come soon."

Mo Jinrong always feels that someone is around him recently. He can't feel the existence of Mo Jinrong all the time.

"My brother-in-law's disease hasn't improved yet? For this disease, I think it's better to fight poison with poison. Will my brother-in-law's heart ache when he comes into contact with girls? Wouldn't it be better to kiss my sister more times?"

LAN Yanran chewed the steamed stuffed bun and said with a smile.

"Nonsense! Don't give me some bad ideas. Eat quickly and go back to see Dad after eating."

LAN Enron patted him on the head.

Mo Jin was stunned and didn't speak.

"Enron, if you feel any difficulty, you can come to me directly."

"I can do it myself. You can do it yourself over there."

LAN Enron ate the last large intestine into his mouth, drank a mouthful of soup and muttered.

After they separated at the gate of the hospital, Mo Jinrong went to the company.

"Young master! Miss Qiucha's design sample clothes have come out. They are not popular before they are on sale. Many people say they want to rush to buy them."

Mo San smiled.

"This set of finished products has more sales volume than the previous design of autumn tea. Remember to pay a return visit."

"Young master, the Qin family's market is approaching saturation. They have snapped up more than half of our cosmetics market. The sales quarter in recent days has hit a new low this month. Please think of something quickly!"

Mo San said anxiously.

Mohism has always been the leader in various industries. If one industry falls down, others will think that Mohism's strength becomes weaker. If several companies unite, Mohism may not last long.

"I've been busy with my uncle recently, but I've forgotten it. Go and ask Joe out. I want to see him."

Mo Jinrong opened the contract on the table and said.

Dong Dong Dong!

There was a polite knock outside the door. Mo San went to open the door and was startled.

"Miss Tan! Why are you here again?"

Mo San has a headache. He turns his head to see Mo Jinrong.

"I'm not here to quarrel today. I admit that my last behavior was a little excessive. I went back and thought it over. I've put down my obsession with President mo. today, I just came as an agent to discuss the details with President Mo and had no other ideas."

Mo Jinrong raised her eyes and looked at Tan Siwen. She was really dressed formally today, not exposed a few days ago.

"Mo San let her in."

Mo Jinrong whispered.

"It's best if you think so. I don't want any more complications."

"I'm the only one who can stop the tan family now, so I just come to talk to you about the details as the person in charge of the tan family's project. As for others, you can rest assured that I won't pester you anymore."

Tan Siwen looked sincere.

"In fact, there are no details to talk about. I have assigned the specific person in charge of the Mohist school to connect with you. In the future, you can go to them. There is a special team responsible for this matter, so you don't need to come to me again."

Mo Jinrong buried her head and said.

"President Mo has really avoided suspicion. There are not many men like you now. I heard that you and miss LAN are the marriage designated by their parents. I don't know when they will hold the wedding. I can come to attend?"

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

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

Mo Jinrong feels that work should not be mixed with personal feelings.

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

"That's it today. When you see noon, is mo always interested in enjoying lunch?"

Tan Siwen smiled.

"No, I have an appointment with Enron."

Mo Jinrong refused.

Tan Siwen felt bored and nodded and left.

"Young master, when do you make an appointment to have dinner with your young grandmother?"

Mo San asked puzzled.

"Just now!"

Mo Jin looks down at her watch. It's noon. I don't know if she has eaten?

"Mo San, drive to the hospital."

Mo Jinrong got up, took his clothes and strode out.

"Young master! I've been asking a question recently. Is Xiang Tian still making medicine?"

Mo San feels strange. Xiang Tian has been quiet recently, and the medicine is no longer produced. Those patients ask him when to sell the medicine again in the group every day.

"How much goods do we have?"

Mo Jinrong asked as he walked.

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

Mo San calculated and said.

"Send them all tonight and tell them that today is the last time and there will be no more in the future."

Mo Jinrong was reluctant in his eyes. He had been doing this for Mo Ying for so many years. Now he put down Mo Ying, and it should be over.

"Yes, young master."

Mo Jinrong took a Maybach and drove to the hospital.

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

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

Mo Jinrong stared at the rearview mirror vigilantly.

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

"He's following us. What should we do?"

"Write down the license plate number. You can turn the steering wheel at the intersection in front. Get rid of him and go to the hospital."

Mo Jinrong's eyes suddenly became sharp. No one dared to follow him. This may be mo Shengli's car.

"Young master, sit down!"

Mo looked at a crossroads in front of him. Before the traffic lights turned red, he stepped on the accelerator to accelerate. When there was less drift in front of the car, he threw it to another intersection. It was the green light that just jumped. He drove away!

The car behind him was surrounded by many private cars because he didn't have time to respond. He was blocked.