Chapter 1024
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Mochen said in a low voice, "It's been a while. Let me treat you to dinner."
Fu Zhishen raised his wine glass. "If you need any help, just let me know."
Mochen picked up his wine glass as well.
When he touched Fu Zhishen's glass, his arm suddenly froze.
The wine glass fell and the red wine splashed onto the white tablecloth.
Mo Chen hurriedly lowered his head and looked at Little Pomelo's expression.
Little Pomelo was shocked. "Daddy, what's wrong?"
Mochen's breathing was heavy. "It's nothing. My arm suddenly feels sore."
Little Pomelo looked at Mochen. How was that possible?!
Daddy's arm had been in the same position for a long time.
She tugged at the sleeves of his suit, but it wouldn't budge.
A few minutes later, Mochen's face was pale and beads of perspiration formed on his forehead. His arm gradually regained its feeling. The stiffness and soreness were still there and it was exceptionally clear.
Little Pomelo massaged his arm.
Mochen kissed her on the forehead.
He never expected Little Pomelo to see this scene!
Little Pomelo's eyes were red as she looked at Mochen.
However, she didn't ask anything.
Fu Zhishen, Shang Ziyang, and He Nian looked at each other.
What was the condition of the Third Eldest Son's body?
They didn't dare to ask and felt sad.
Mochen looked at Zeng Wang. "Bring me another wine glass."
Zeng Wang came back to his senses and came over. He quickly cleaned up the tablecloth and changed it into a clean one. He took a wine glass and placed it in front of Mochen.
Mochen poured himself a glass of red wine and picked up the glass again. He looked at Shang Ziyang and He Nian. "As you can see, I have no objections if you leave now."
Shang Ziyang smiled sheepishly. "The Third Eldest Son, do you think he's that kind of person?"
He Nian said, "Third Brother, you look down on me!"
Mochen glanced at Ji Zuo. "Well, you guys are not leaving. From now on, when Ji Zuo is in charge of Nangang City, you guys will have to listen to him."
Shang Ziyang and He Nian looked at Ji Zuo.
To be honest, Ji Zuo had been in charge of this place for the past month!
The two of them had discussed it in private and felt that Ji Zuo seemed to have been reborn. His style of doing things was becoming more and more like Ji You.
His technique and aura were completely different from before.
It was simply unbelievable!
Could it be because of the trip to the Presidential Palace?
If that was the case, he and He Nian also wanted to go get some gold plating!
Ji Zuo looked at Shang Ziyang and He Nian. "Please take care of me in the future."
Shang Ziyang was speechless.
He glanced at Ji Zuo again. It was like a reincarnation or soul transmigration in a novel.
He Nian said, "It's only right."
Ji Zuo's eyes were sparkling. "Thank you."
Shang Ziyang said, "Assistant Zuo, I feel like you're becoming more and more like Ji You. What should we do?"
Ji Zuo smiled lightly. "CEO Shang must be imagining things."
Shang Ziyang was speechless.
F * ck, he felt like he was poking his own eyes.
Mochen glanced at Shang Ziyang and He Nian. "From today onwards, Ji Zuo's wishes are my wishes."
Shang Ziyang said, "Yes, Your Majesty."
He Nian said, "I second that."
Mochen looked at He Nian. "Did you go to Shang Ziyang as an extra?"
He Nian said sheepishly, "No, I didn't."
…
After dinner, Ji Zuo went to work. Fu Zhishen, Shang Ziyang, He Nian and Mochen played mahjong together.
Little Pomelo sat in Mochen's arms and was in charge of helping him draw the tiles.
Shang Ziyang said, "Our little princess is becoming more and more beautiful."
Little Pomelo looked up at Shang Ziyang. "Thank you, Uncle Shang Ziyang."
Shang Ziyang was speechless.
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