Chapter 137: He’s Sick Again!
“Yes! You’re fired…”
Xu Changhe only reacted halfway through his sentence.
“Jinrong, what did you say? I… I was fired? I’m your uncle, how can you help a woman? No matter how much you like women, you can’t…”
Xu Changhe was unconvinced.
“I have never given such permission. Who gave you the right to set the rules in my company? Get out now!”
Mo San pointed to the door.
“We are all members of the Mo Family, how can you help outsiders? I’m going to tell Old Mrs. Mo!”
Xu Changhe threatened.
“Go ahead, you can go to the finance department to get your salary and leave!”
Mo San was a little angry. He had long heard that Xu Pei had arranged for a relative to come over and didn’t care much since he was a security guard. How dare he tease the lady boss today?
“I refuse to accept this! On what basis? What benefits did she give you? I’m your uncle, how could you not help me?”
Xu Changhe directly sat on the ground and cried.
“The person you are teasing is the young mistress of the Mo Family!”
Mo Jinrong was furious.
“What? Young… Young Mistress?”
Xu Changhe was stunned. He had never heard that Mo Jinrong was married. How did such an ugly man find such a beautiful young lady?
“Oh, you’re Uncle?”
Lan Anran was surprised.
Xu Changhe hurriedly got up, looking embarrassed.
“I must have been blind. I’m really sorry, I didn’t know you were Jinrong’s wife. I was rude.”
“It was rude, so you can’t do that in the next company, Uncle!”
Lan Anran smiled.
“Jinrong’s wife, you’re a magnanimous person, forgive me. I’m old and my vision is blurry…”
Xu Changhe begged.
“Someone, take him to get his salary and leave!”
Mo San turned around and walked upstairs.
Lan Anran smiled and followed, shocking the crowd.
Boss Mo has a wife?
In the office on the top floor, Mo San closed the door.
Mo Jinrong and Lan Anran sat on the sofa. Mo Jinrong was about to speak when he looked at Mo San.
Mo San consciously went outside and closed the door again, stood outside the door and waited for the call.
“What are you doing here?”Mo Jinrong asked.
“I’m here to help you clear the obstacles in the Mo Corporation, of course.”
Lan Anran smiled.
“He’s just a small fry, I won’t thank you. Why are you here?” Mo Jinrong continued asking.
“Is my new dress pretty?”
Lan Anran stood up, walked one round in front of Mo Jinrong, and stretched out her hand.
Mo Jinrong was about to speak when suddenly, Lan Anran lost her balance and she lay in Mo Jinrong’s arms. Their eyes met and Mo Jinrong held her waist tightly.
“Do you think it’s pretty?”
Lan Anran spoke deliberately.
Mo Jinrong was stunned and didn’t reply.
“I’ll treat your silence as agreement?”
Lan Anran smiled and took the opportunity to kiss Mo Jinrong again.
“You… What are you doing?”
Mo Jinrong pushed her aside.
Suddenly!
His chest tightened and a piercing pain made Mo Jinrong kneel on one knee, clutching his chest as his lips turned purple.
Lan Anran saw that Mo Jinrong was ill again. It seemed that the effects of the medicine from last time had worn off and he needed new medicine to reduce his illness.
“Jinrong, what’s wrong?”
Lan Anran looked at Mo Jinrong’s pained expression and started to blame herself. She hurriedly took out her sachet, scooped out a small spoonful of incense, and placed it on Mo Jinrong’s chest. She then felt his pulse.
Mo Jinrong’s condition seemed to be much better than before, but it was still very dangerous.
The grey pills in his pockets were gone. Lan Anran placed one of her own grey pills in Mo Jinrong’s mouth and he calmed down.
Before Mo Jinrong lost consciousness, he looked into Lan Anran’s eyes through blurry vision. At this moment, those eyes were identical and he passed out.
“Have a good sleep.”
After Lan Anran comforted Mo Jinrong, she walked around the office and looked through the documents on his desk, but couldn’t find any valuable clues. Today, she mainly came to see if Mo Jinrong was Xiang Tian and where his Lan Grass channels were located.
It was a pity she couldn’t find anything!
Suddenly, she turned and found a safe in the corner, but it was locked with a passcode. Lan Anran tried several times but couldn’t get it right, so she had to give up.
She looked at Mo Jinrong, Lan Anran called Mo San to come in. In order to avoid suspicion of the company, they took a special route and went to the hospital.
In the hospital.
Mo Jinrong received the IV while Lan Anran watched by the side, blaming herself.
“Miss Lan, Young Master’s illness fluctuates between good and bad. You should keep a distance from him. I know you like him and he is well-liked, but his body really can’t take it!” Mo San said helplessly.
She originally thought it would be alright, but in the end, she didn’t have the fortune to enjoy it.
Lan Anran nodded, a little ashamed and guilty.
At this moment, Mo Jinrong slowly woke up. He struggled to sit up and there was that faint pleasant scent at the tip of his nose again. He remembered it the last time.
“What medicine did you give me?” Mo Jinrong asked directly.
“Ah? No, I didn’t give you any medicine.”
Lan Anran didn’t admit it.
“Every time I fell ill, it was because of you. Every time, you would scold me before I fainted. I remember what you did to me.”
Mo Jinrong stared at Lan Anran unceremoniously.
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