Chapter 1092
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The little guy and Uncle Jin sent the teacher off together. At this moment, even Father Mo rushed back from the company.
He saw a group of people from afar and ordered the driver to stop the car. Then, he personally walked forward:
"Director Yue."
"Director Mo."
Director Yue was very influential in the upper-class circle of Yun Cheng. Many families wanted to invite Director Yue to teach their children.
Unfortunately, they were all rejected by Director Yue.
It was only because Director Yue's husband had a good relationship with Mo Tianhan that he was able to invite him.
The little guy was naturally very happy to see Father Mo:
"Grandpa, hug ~"
"Oh, good, good, good. Come, let Grandpa hug you."
Who would have thought that Director Mo, who had been in the business world for decades, would be like this?
However, the little guy was really lovable. Even Director Yue, who had only taught the child a few lessons, liked this little baby from the bottom of his heart.
Therefore, there were some things that had to be said.
"Director Mo, children's minds are more sensitive than adults. The adults in the family have to pay attention to the children's emotional changes at all times so that they can adjust in time!"
Huh?
Father Mo was obviously a little confused, but Director Yue didn't say anything else:
"I'll be leaving first. I'll come back next time for class."
"Okay, take care, Director Yue."
Director Yue drove here himself, so there was no need to trouble the Mo family to send a driver.
It wasn't until Director Yue's car disappeared that Father Mo asked the little grandson in his arms:
"Did you understand what Director Yue said just now?"
"No."
As a grandfather, he didn't understand, let alone a child who was only a few years old!
Sweat …
Director Yue's words were a tactful reminder. Usually at home, adults could show off their love in private. Don't show it in front of children all the time. It would affect the children!
His words were too euphemistic, and neither grandfather nor grandson understood what he meant.
"Forget it, let's go in first."
The little guy obediently lay on Father Mo's shoulder. After the grandfather and grandson went in, the familiar Rolls-Royce was coming over from afar and finally stopped outside the old house.
In the car, Jiang Tingxu finally remembered something:
"Was there a telephone call this morning?" he asked.
If a certain little guy knew that his mother finally remembered, he would definitely be relieved.
"I think so."
'I think so?'
Jiang Tingxu took out his phone from his bag and clicked on the call log. Sure enough, the first number on the list was the old house's number, and the time was right.
Immediately, he waved his phone:
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