Chapter 524: The good show is tonight's banquet!

nd Fu Mo'han. She didn't want to measure him directly.After measuring the shoulder width, Lin Jinran took a pen and recorded the dimensions. Then she began to measure the arms, softly saying, "Raise y...Zhang Sao also couldn't figure out the reason, she could only attribute it to her old age, which caused some minor ailments. It wasn't a big deal anyway.

Tell Lin Jinran to go back, she can handle it on her own.

Lin Jinran didn't trust her and insisted on waiting until Zhang Sao finished her IV drip before they drove back to the hospital together.

The two returned to the Fu residence. Lin Jinran settled Zhang's aunt and let her rest well.

After leaving Zhang Sao's bedroom, Tiantian informed her that Xiaoyu had already left.

Lin Jinran sighed.

Did Fu Mochen really resign Xiao Yu because of this Was it for her

Could it be

Lin Jinran asked himself, silently shaking his head.

Rather than for her sake, Lin believed more firmly that Fu Mo Han wouldn't tolerate this happening.

Even if it wasn't her, Fu Mo Han would have definitely stopped Xiaoyu from doing it.

Just like the old butler before him, he was let go in the end.

Nevermind, I don't want to think about this. There are other things she needs to worry about.

Xiao Yu left, Zhang Sao fell ill, and the only maid left was Tiantian.

Lin Jinran thought about it, basically she didn't need to hire a female maid. A part-time maid came over every few days for cleaning, and a resident maid wouldn't need cleaning at all.

The only thing needed is to hire a chef to solve the meal problem.

Lin Jinran doesn't care how well the chef cooks, she is not picky.

The key is Fu Mo'han, he has a picky appetite and basically won't eat if it doesn't suit him.

In the evening, Lin Jinran waited for Fu Mo Han to come back and told him her plans.

Fu Mo'han had no objections, so he let her do as she pleased.

Zhang Sao learned that Lin Jinran had hired another chef, and at first she didn't agree, insisting that she was fine.

Although Lin Jinran tried his best to persuade Zhang Sao, she reluctantly nodded and went with him for the chef interview.

Over three days, Lin Jinran kept tasting the dishes prepared by the chefs applying for the position with Zhang Sao. Finally, they chose a suitable chef.

At the same time, Fu Mo'han agreed to return the customer information papers to Lin Jinran on the agreed date.

"Tonight, come to an event with me. I'll be back after." Fu MoHan didn't wait for Lin JinRan to ask, he offered the terms first.

Lin Jinran didn't want to attend any banquet, but Fu Mochen proposed a trade-off. If she refused, what if Fu Mochen went back on his word

"I'll accompany you, but the note must be given to me!" Raising her little face, Lin Jinran confirmed once again.

Fu Mo'han faintly hummed in response.

As the current CEO's wife of the Fu Group, Lin Jinran couldn't afford to be careless when accompanying Fu Mo Han to the banquet.

Fu Mo Han took Lin Jin Ran to the design center specially to have an image designer create a look for him to attend the banquet.

He was wearing a suit tailored for him by Lin Jinran, simple and well-fitting.

While Lin Jinran was getting her makeup done, Fu Mochen received a call informing him that the package had been delivered and signed for.

Fu Mo'han faintly responded with a sound, and hung up the phone.

A few minutes later, Lin Jinran placed his phone on the table and the light from the screen illuminated. The caller ID displayed Ji Yunting's name.

Lin Jinran was getting her makeup done inside the little house, and casually placed her phone on the tea table where Fu Mo'han was resting outside.

Fu Mo's black eyes sank, his long fingers picked up the phone and pressed the answer button.

"As you wish, I shall take it."

"She's putting on makeup," Fu Mo interrupted Ji Yun Ting's words coldly and icily, without the slightest patience to listen.

Jì Yún Tíng was stunned and asked dryly, "When did she have time"

Tomorrow.

"Alright, I'll get in touch tomorrow." Ji Yun Ting didn't say anything more and hung up the phone.

Fu MoHan's thin lips curled into a sneer of disdain.

He knew what Ji Yunting wanted to say, and tomorrow would be his excuse for dodging Ji Yunting's calls again.

Here we go, it's the party tonight!him go," Old Zheng coughed violently.He finally caught him, how could he possibly let him go easily It's impossible!"They all die, they all bury with my son!" he roared hoarsely, raising his hand and...