Chapter 247

"Blame others for everything. What do I want your grandson to do?"

Old Mrs. Mo looked unhappy.

If the birthday party doesn't come, I don't know if I have a serious or minor illness. This grandson is raised for nothing.

"Young master Jinrong! You don't know how rampant that little three is? He stubbornly ate the old lady's heart-saving pill and wanted to be the master of the Mohist school. I don't know what Mr. Mo thought. He thought Mrs. Xu Pei was a little annoying before, but now it seems that Mrs. Xu Pei is much better. They just clamored for divorce, which makes the old lady very sad."

Wu Ma came forward and told Mo Jinrong about the cause and effect.

Mo Jinrong's face was a little dignified. Unexpectedly, the outer room dared to reveal her identity and wanted to enter the door of the Mohist school. It was a dream.

"Grandma, you'd better not worry about this and take good care of yourself. This is the most important thing."

Mo Jinrong said softly.

"I heard that the Zhao family will have a family banquet tomorrow. Are you going?"

Old Mrs. Mo asked suspiciously.

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

Mo Jinrong didn't tell Mrs. Mo about the treatment, mainly for fear that she was worried about her condition. Another is to keep the whereabouts of zero confidential.

"Zhao Guoliang is loyal and honest. His son must be good. Don't you take him safely?"

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 get into trouble. Mo San will play me tomorrow, so I won't take Enron."

Mo Jinrong always let Mo San play himself because of his body. Now his body is not good, so he must not act rashly.

"Jin Rong, are you better?"

Asked Mrs. mo.

"Well, much better“

Mo Jinrong answered softly.

He hasn't done it since last time. He's not sure if he has recovered.

"Jinrong, you'd better come out by yourself. Yinger has died for so many years. You should put it down. Your disease has followed you for most of your life. Do you still have to tangle in the past?"

Mrs. Mo can't stand it. She knows that this grandson has been blaming himself for the death of his granddaughter, but it was many years ago. He still can't let go of his heart knot. She is a little worried.

"Grandma! You also know that some things can't be put down. Ying'er died because of me. If I were around at that time, I could give her the medicine in time, and she wouldn't have an accident. So I've been very guilty these years. 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 her eyes became dim.

In his mind, he kept thinking about what happened on the plane at that time. At that time, she should very much hope that her brother was around. She watched her scene and deeply engraved it in Mo Jinrong's mind. As soon as he slept these years, he dreamed that Mo Ying was smiling at him.

"Jin Rong, Ying'er, she won't blame you. It was an accident at that time. Why do you have to worry about it? You should have your own life. No one can help you if you fall behind this root cause. Only you can help yourself. When can you wake up?"

Old Mrs. Mo looks at her grandson. She may still be like this a hundred years later. The person she can't let go is this grandson.

"Grandma, I have something else to do. I won't accompany you. I'll see you another day."

Mo Jinrong stood up and turned to leave. He didn't want to listen to the old lady's words. Why didn't he want to put it down?

"Don't worry, old lady. Young master Jinrong will be fine."

Wu Ma comforted.

"How can I rest assured that he is like this? Yinger has been dead for nearly 20 years, and his disease has followed him for these years. I am most worried about him."

Old Mrs. Mo looked melancholy.

"Old lady, don't you often say that Miss LAN is the medicine of young master Jinrong? You will live a long life and see the young master get better."

Wu Ma comforted.

"I hope. I'll accompany him safely. He's much better. I don't know if he can recover."

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

……

Since the evening of the Zhao family banquet, LAN Enron has brought Gao Ding dress from the brand to LAN Yanran.

"Elder sister, where did this dress come from? Isn't it cheap?"

LAN Yanran looked at the package. It was a brand-new one.

"Don't worry. I'm looking for someone to make this dress. There's only one in China. You must wear it decently on occasions like the Zhao family banquet."

LAN Enron smiled.

The brands who gave the news before attached great importance to LAN Yanran. In addition, LAN Enron gave 10 million sponsorship. Naturally, he was willing to help and sent the clothes early in the morning.

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

LAN Yanran seems to remember that he didn't tell LAN Enron about his size. My sister even knows this. It's really sweet.

"I measured your size. Would you try it?"

LAN Enron smiled and said that in order to save himself in his previous life, LAN Yanran had pleased the rich woman. The rich woman forced him to wear all kinds of clothes. She remembered all the sizes.

LAN Yanran happily went back to his room to change.