Chapter 1011
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Mohan glanced at Mochen, who was standing there indifferently. He walked over and was the first one to weigh himself. 76kg.
He looked at the number and weighed himself. He glanced at Mochen. "Brother, weigh yourself."
Mochen glanced at the little guy and Little Pomelo's earnest gaze and finally stood up.
He took off his shoes and stood on the platform. It was only 68kg.
The little guy glanced at it. 76kg and 68kg. There was a difference of 16kg. Daddy would never be able to make it up to 16kg in a week. It all depended on Little Uncle to lose weight!
He glanced at Mohan. "Little Uncle, you have to suffer a little. Eat less during this period. I'll make it up to you in the future."
Mohan was speechless.
How could he believe his words?
He glanced at the little guy. "How are you going to make it up to me?"
The little boy pondered for a moment and looked at Mohan with his big, black eyes. He said confidently, "When I become the president, I'll give you whatever you want. Even if you want the stars in the sky, I'll get someone to pluck them for you."
Mohan was speechless.
Little Pomelo was speechless.
Mochen was speechless.
The three of them glanced at the little guy.
Mohan was speechless.
This sounded like something a man would say to coax a woman!
Little Pomelo was speechless.
Brother, this pig trotter, would definitely be good at lying to girls in the future!
Mochen was speechless.
This skill must not have been inherited from him.
The little guy glanced at Mohan's expression. "Little Uncle, I'm counting on you."
Mohan rubbed his forehead. "Got it."
The little guy finally heaved a sigh of relief. He looked at Mohan and cheered him on. "Little Uncle, you can do it. Lose 5kg in a week. I believe you can do it!"
Mohan glanced at the little guy.
The little guy felt guilty. "Actually, 8kg is fine too."
Mohan was speechless.
He didn't want him to eat anything!
The little guy looked at Mohan. "Little Uncle, I think you're a little fat. Look at you. I can't even see your abs."
He reached out and gently patted Mohan's abdomen.
Mohan slapped his hand away.
The little boy said sheepishly, "Little Uncle, when you've slimmed down to a hundred and forty kilograms, I'll definitely take a photo of your muscles and post it on my Weibo. I'm sure many girls will like you, and the tragedy of the past won't happen again."
Previous tragedies?
Mohan frowned and glanced at Mochen.
Ever since he was in kindergarten, all the girls he had a slight liking for had fallen for his brother.
He turned back to look at the little boy and said calmly, "Aren't you afraid that the girl you like in the future will either want to marry your daddy or your uncle?"
The little fellow's face instantly darkened.
Did little uncles have to hurt each other?
He thought about how he liked Little Pomelo, but Little Pomelo also liked Daddy.
He puffed out his cheeks in defeat and did not make another sound.
Mohan went to one side and played with his phone.
Mo Chen brought along Little Pomelo and the little fellow, and the three of them enjoyed the chicken dinner together.
What surprised Mochen was that the little boy's PUBG was much better than when he played King of Glory. He was very good at using all kinds of guns.
During this period of time, the little boy had learned a lot about weapons. It felt completely different when he played PUBG again.
Little Pomelo did not know how to play, so he kept following Mochen and the little fellow.
"Daddy, someone hit me!"
"Brother, hurry, there's someone here!"
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