Chapter 483

"Well, that's good. Will it be Sanda?"

Old Mrs. Mo nodded and asked again.

Mo Yuze shook his head, indicating that he didn't know much.

Liu Fang said quickly.

"We'll learn it right away. I was afraid of his injury before. I didn't dare let him learn it. Now I'm not afraid."

"If you want to be the president of Mohist school, you must protect yourself. In addition, you have learned more about company operation and management and some financial knowledge recently. Jin Rong didn't want me to teach before, so you went to learn it yourself and took a graduate student in business administration."

Old Mrs. Mo said.

"Yes! We'll go to school right away. Madam, have you agreed to our Yuze management company?"

Liu Fang asked weakly.

"He's still young. Let's learn for the time being and talk about it later. But I need him tomorrow. He will attend the memorial service of the Mohist school tomorrow as the new president of the Mohist school. But before that, no one can say, do you hear me!"

Old Mrs. Mo warned.

Liu Fang danced happily and nodded again and again.

"If this matter is leaked, your son's life may not be saved. You can weigh it yourself!"

Liu Fang was so frightened that she quickly covered her son and nodded.

After the nanny sent her out, Mo Shengli came back to see them and asked.

"Who are you?"

Wu Ma explained.

"I used to be a nanny at home. I resigned and had a good relationship with the old lady. I came to comfort the old lady today."

Mo Shengli didn't say anything, so he let them leave and told them.

"Don't let anyone come to this house in the future. My mother is not in good health now. We should cultivate ourselves. Don't let outsiders disturb her!"

"Yes! I see!"

Wu Ma nodded and sent them out.

Mo Shengli looked back and always felt that the child looked familiar, but he couldn't remember.

"Victory, I can't chat with someone in my family for a day? Do you have to imprison me in this room?"

"Mom, you're out of health. I'm also doing it for you. Don't go to the memorial service tomorrow. Take good care of yourself at home!"

Mo Shengli came in and said with a smile.

"Why? I can't go to the memorial service now that my grandson is gone without you?"

Asked Mrs. mo.

Mo Shengli shook his head and smiled.

"Mom, that's OK. I'll take you tomorrow."

"Victory, I advise you to stop some things. Doing more is not a good thing."

Old Mrs. Mo advised.

Mo Shengli didn't speak, just smiled, although he whispered.

"Mom, I've done a lot of things I shouldn't do these years, but I can't help it. I only have today when people die for money and birds for food. Otherwise, I would have died long ago. Only ruthlessness can live here!"

Mrs. Mo was a little surprised how Mo Shengli became like this.

"So you hurt so many people, including your relatives?"

Mo Shengli immediately retorted.

"Mom, I haven't hurt them. Jin Rong's car accident has nothing to do with me. Don't worry."

Mohamed said solemnly.

"What about Yinger?"

Mrs. Mo asked suddenly.

Mo's memory of victory suddenly returned to more than ten years ago.

He was calm. He hadn't heard the name for a long time. He was there when Mo Ying died. From that day on, he couldn't sleep all night. When he closed his eyes, it was all Mo Ying's face, but he was much better after he went abroad.

"I haven't heard this name for many years. Yinger is a very lovely child. It's a pity!"

Mo Shengli regretted.

"So you admit it?"

Asked Mrs. mo.

"Mom, why do you blame me for everything? Mo Ying died of a heart attack. What does it have to do with me?"

Mo Shengli said impatiently.

He stood up, turned and said.

"I'll take you tomorrow, but I hope my mother has some points in her heart!"

The old lady was relieved to see him leave.

"Old lady, did Mo Shengli kill the eldest lady?"

Wu Ma asked suspiciously.

"I don't know. Now he doesn't admit it. I'm afraid I'm afraid I'll leak it out, but he doesn't have a holiday with Yinger?"

The old lady wondered.

"I think the whole Mo victory is meticulous and vindictive. The eldest lady is careless. I'm afraid she doesn't know if she offended him."

Wu Ma guessed.

The next day, the memorial service of Mohist School caused a sensation in the whole business world.

The blue family looked serious and promising. Of course, LAN Yaxin was no exception.

Although she was dressed in black, she smiled and looked very happy.

Foreign journalists attending the memorial service came to cover the memorial service for Mo Jinrong's death.

Old Mrs. Mo was pushed forward by Mo Shengli in a wheelchair. Her face was haggard and her legs were covered with white cloth.

At this time, many reporters came and asked.

"Mrs. Mo, why was the body cremated so early and the memorial service held so fast?"

Old Mrs. Mo didn't answer, and Mo Shengli answered.

"The body is really terrible. After discussing with my mother, I decided to cremate it. I hope my nephew and niece can rest in peace!"

"Have you asked us whether we agree?"

LAN Yanran suddenly stood up and replied.

Because he is a popular star, his family affairs have also attracted much attention.

"Mr. LAN Yanran, did the Mohists not discuss this with you?"

The reporter asked.

"No! They cremated my sister at the last sight before my parents and I saw her. Even the ashes in the urn may not belong to my sister!"

LAN Yanran calmly replied.

"What are you talking about?"

Mo Shengli guessed that the blue family would come and smash the field, but he didn't expect them to say so.

"Mo Shengli, is this memorial service for my sister and brother-in-law or for yourself?"

LAN Yanran asked again.

"Nonsense! You went to identify the body at that time, and you didn't agree?"

Mo Shengli said calmly.

"That's because my parents didn't dare to see it. When we went back, the body was cremated in a few minutes. Who can prove that it was my sister?"

LAN Yanran said with red eyes.

"Yanran, I know you don't want to believe this, but it's so far. You should be sad and change!"

Mo Shengli's eyes suggested that the reporter on one side came over, squeezed LAN Yanran behind, and then continued to ask questions.

"Mr. Mo, Mo Jinrong is the only successor of the Mohist group. Now he has died and left no children. What are the plans of the Mohist group? As we all know, you should be the only son left in the Mohist family?"

The reporter asked deliberately.

Mo Shengli finally waited for this day, he said with a smile.

"We don't have a final result on this matter. It needs the decision of the board of directors. If I succeed, I will be a good president. Please rest assured!"

At this time, the reporter behind asked again.

"Mr. Mo, Mr. Mo Jinrong and miss LAN Enron really died this time. How should the ashes and inheritance be distributed?"

"We have long thought about this problem. Enron and Jinrong are a miserable couple. I will bury them together and enter the Mohist cemetery."

Mo Shengli nodded and said.