Lovesickness awaits

Chapter 115
His voice had a heavy nasal tone, which sounded a bit wrong. Mo Yan was still trying to figure out what to say, but when he heard his voice, he blurted out and asked, "Are you sick?"

Mr. Li paused, and then said perfunctorily, "Maybe."

She murmured softly, "You don't even know if you were born sick or not?"

"I'm not a doctor, how do I know if I'm sick?"

Mo Yan...

She was powerless to refute.

"Where are you? Is anyone taking care of you?"

Mr. Li glanced at the senior executives of the Li family sitting on the conference table, and said without changing his expression, "No one is taking care of me, I'm at home."

Li Zhan, who was sitting beside him, twitched the corners of his mouth, looked down at the document, and pretended not to hear.

Mo Yan thought about what he was looking for, so she pursed her lips and said softly, "I'll bring you some medicine." After finishing speaking, he paused, and then said, "What do you want to eat? I'll bring you some."

Mr. Li's face softened a little, and he began to ask, "I want to eat salt and pepper potatoes, fried pork with green bamboo shoots, and millet porridge."

After thinking about it, he added, "You did it yourself."

Li Zhan glanced at him and said silently, Mr. Li, are you acting like a baby?
The corners of Mo Yan's mouth twitched, she was sick and still had so many demands, she flattened her mouth and pursed her lips, "There is no stir-fried pork with green bamboo shoots."

Mr. Li frowned, "The beef stewed in red wine."

"nor."

Mr. Li pursed the corners of his lips, a little unhappy, "What can I eat without me?"

"Tofu mixed with shallots, stir-fried bamboo shoots."

After Mo Yan finished speaking, she paused for a second and added, "You are sick, don't eat meat."

Mr. Li's brows stretched out like flowers, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and even his eyes became much gentler.

"when are you coming over?"

"I'm in the company now, about half an hour later."

"Then I wait for you."

As soon as Mr. Li finished speaking, Mo Yan hung up the phone over there. He frowned in displeasure, put away his phone, got up and was about to go outside.

Li Zhan looked at the astonished eyes in the conference room, coughed lowly, quickly stopped Mr. Li, and said in a low voice, "Mr. Li, the meeting is not over yet."

Mr. Li stopped in his tracks, as if he just remembered where he was, he turned around, pondered for a few seconds before speaking.

"This set of plans is aimed at consumers in the high-income class. It is a high-end customization route, and there is no picky place."

Hearing what he said, the director of the planning department showed a smile on his face, but before he could say a few words of modesty, Mr. Li said again, "But it doesn't meet the basic situation of Yun'an City. Looking at the whole city, it is really affordable. Only less than 15.00% of the consumer groups are selected, and these 15.00% of people will not [-]% choose Li's, so how many customers are really in their hands?"

The director of the planning department frowned and said, "But this can highlight the brand of our project. If we are mixed with ordinary consumer groups, then what is the difference between us and ordinary peers?"

"Consumer groups cannot advertise the quality of a brand. Quality and quantity coexist. All marketing methods are aimed at maximizing profits. Brands with only word-of-mouth and no customer traffic will eventually decline."

Mr. Li glanced at him and said calmly, "Remake a plan and send it to my office next Monday."

After he finished speaking, he paused, then turned his head and said to Li Zhan, "Take me a day of sick leave, and let Vice President Ling take care of anything."

After he explained this, he left the meeting room straight away. The high-ranking members of the Li family were full of different colors. After Li Zhan left, the head of the planning department threw the plan document on the table and said coldly, "From him, the Li family, He is not satisfied with the things we make! Does Old Man Li know what he invited back!"

Several high-level officials looked at each other, and someone said in a low voice, "Minister Song, be careful, there is a reason why Grandpa chose my uncle."

It was Jiang Yunfan who spoke, Minister Song's body froze, and his face was a little embarrassed.

As he spoke, he stood up and said lightly, "Let's end the meeting."

Jiang Yunfan's words stirred up waves in the hearts of all high-level executives. Before Li Jingyu came back, everyone treated Jiang Yunfan as the heir of the Li family. Press it down, it stands to reason that Jiang Yunfan should hate Li Jingyu very much, but now Jiang Yunfan's attitude is somewhat unpredictable...

At the pharmacy, Mo Yan bought some commonly used cold medicine and antipyretics. Before leaving, he remembered that Mr. Li had a bad stomach, so he brought a box of Sanjiuweitai with him.

When Mo Yan came to the Jinhua community with big and small bags, he saw that the security guard on duty today was Uncle Wu. Mo Yan came to Mr. Li's place several times, and he would always meet him. Now he was almost a familiar face. It was because of the familiar face that Mo Yan felt a little embarrassed, and was thinking of avoiding the other party, but before she could make a move, the other party had already seen her.

"Miss Mo, come to see your boyfriend again?"

Mo Yan didn't know how to answer, and twitched the corners of her mouth in embarrassment.

While registering and releasing her, Uncle Wu said, "You came over as soon as Mr. Li got home. You two really have a tacit understanding."

Mo Yan was startled, and quickly asked, "You said Mr. Li just came back?"

"Yeah, it's been a while since I passed by, I guess I've already gone upstairs."

Uncle Wu said while looking at the things in her hand, and said enthusiastically, "How about I ask Xiao Zheng to deliver it for you, it looks strange."

"No, thank you uncle."

Mo Yan picked up the bag in her hand and smiled at him, "It looks like a lot, but it's actually not heavy at all."

Unable to resist Uncle Wu's enthusiasm, Mo Yan quickly slipped away, and only remembered the conversation with Uncle Wu just now when he reached the elevator entrance.

Uncle Wu said that Mr. Li just came back, that is to say, she was lied to in the phone/call just now.

Mo Yan was a little depressed, for a moment, she really wanted to lose her temper and throw away the things in her hands, but when she thought of the man who had made a request to her on the phone just now, she suddenly became soft-hearted again, Because she couldn't ignore the expectation in the other party's tone, and because of this slight expectation, she couldn't control the feeling of being needed.

Mo Yan sighed, and finally pressed the elevator with her things.

Mo Yan carried her things and stood at the door of Mr. Li's house for several minutes before she reached out and rang the doorbell.

The bell probably rang less than ten seconds before the door was unlocked from the inside. Mr. Li stood there with his messy hair in that pajamas with a cat pattern on it, and a black frame hanging on the bridge of his nose. Glasses, exactly the same as when she first came here to ask him for a ring.

Mo Yan pursed her lips. Mr. Li like this made it difficult for her to associate him with the usual aloof man.

"Come in."

Mr. Li glanced at her, dropped these words, took a bag from her hand, and went in first, pulling on his slippers.

(End of this chapter)